uh- did i miss my cue?

♫ (my oh my!) a song to say good-bye

z.maryl@gmail.com — Fri, 02 Jan 2009 15:34:04 GMT

My dear bbs ♥,

It's time for the goo’ old New Year's Resolution to make an appearance, isn't it? After all, the New Year has arrived. I wouldn't say I'm good at those, but I try to keep to my plans as much as I can, because I understand that working for something is the best way to assure you will get it.

Here's my one true resolution then: to be honest to myself and others. To not let any small thing come in between a true understanding of what I mean to say. To not let fears stop me from speaking my mind, or being complacent with things that should long have been changed.

And to comply with that, I will be honest with all you that might still come to my LJ every once in a while. I miss you guys! Terribly so. I love it here and had wonderful (and not-so-wonderful) moments that I don't wish to forget. But I've not been updating for a good time now, and I don't think I will any time soon. The spark for such thing, for me, it's been missing for a while, and I just can't motivate myself to write much anymore. I don't want this to be a chore, so I've stopped doing it. I hope you all can understand that it isn't some personal animosity. After all, I still speak to some of you through msn or email sometimes, no? (I wish I could speak to you all, but I understand some friendships are more of LJ thing, anyway.) And it never fails to bring a smile to my face discovering that you still think of me and worry about my doings. I truly do love being cared for like that, because yeah. I am spoiled like that. (; But also, I can't ask you guys to keep doing it if I don't even say I am alive, right? Well, I am alive, to be sure! XD

I won't say this is a final goodbye, but more of a long hiatus. I might find myself re-discovering that spark tomorrow again but... who knows? I hope you guys won't find this something of a person too self-absorbed, speaking as if I were someone important like that. =X This is just a tiny (non) explanation for my (past and future) absence.

Keep in touch with me, yeah? I'm terrible at it myself (you guys remember those promised postcards, no? I still have them here, to be sent. Oh dear), but I won't deny any attempt at contacting me. I love the little surprises of emails or simple messages waiting for me. I answer it all back, I do! x3 (I would also love to receive news of dbsk. I still like those five quite a bunch too, I'm just too lazy to keep up with them. I find I don't have half as much energy as they seem to have, hm.)

So, all of you. Take care of yourselves. Keep being the wonderful people I know you all are. Think of me every now and then. (; And never stop loving dbsk. They will be old men and still loved by us all, if I have my say.

Many smooches,
Amy.

♫ so won't the real amy please stand up? i repeat. please, stand up?

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 22:07:26 GMT

A post a week seems to be the much I can post. I guess it's not an unreasonable amount of time from one post to another, at least, right? 8D Well, not much happens to me anyway. Why, then, bore my friends with tales of what I ate for breakfast and such things. There's no reason really. XD~ (Although, to be perfectly honest, Thursday I ate this fruit called Pitaya, which I hadn't eaten in a while and it's very delicious in a very simple way, and the most delightful color - pink. And its other name strikes my fancy too: dragon fruit. Nice, ain't it? ;3)

Hm, but I do have good news, I suppose. It's all very experimental for now, but seems I got the job I applied for. :D So yes~ Amy will become a teacher. *cough* There's no saying how that will go, ~~haha~~, but if you guys would, I'd appreciate any wishes of good luck, because I am terrified at the prospect of having to teach English, really. :D;; It'll be a bit like private tutoring for now, and the money ain't that awesome but... it's something at least.

...and you guys will kill me, but I haven't send the postcards yet. No excuse. My schedule is still hectic but I bought them - just have to write them. Oh Lord. How I procrastinate~

{fic} though evil and flowers both come and go (jaeho, side yoosu) [pg-13]

z.maryl@gmail.com — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 00:55:06 GMT

Oh, now that the jaeho_exchange is over I guess it doesn't hurt to post my fic here, right? :3 So, nothing necessarily new, but for those of you who don't usually read jaeho (or didn't keep up with the exchange), maybe so, yes? ;D

My recipient was bunnie_writes and for her prompt of "Spring in Japan with cherry blossoms on top? (really I don't mind XD)", this was the best I could come with (read: on the day it was due, after a lot of hair pulling and general worry, and bugging a lot of people on msn):

Author: Amy
Title: though evil and flowers both come and go
Pairing: JaeJoong/YunHo, side YooChun/JunSu (mentioned JaeJoong/YooChun)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4.780
Form: One-shot
Content: (totally) AU
Genre: humor, romance, (angst?)
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events, nor is based on reality. It is not factual, only fiction.
Warnings: Betaed by my adorable wifey yaoi_hoshi. Thank you very much, sugar! *chus* ♥
Summary: The fine line between friendship and something more. Should you cross it?

"you shall find no choice anyway
passing vacant hours
kinda long for you to tide over
who knows where to belong"

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You think that maybe this isn't quite the right place to be doing this - inside an ice cream parlor for God's sake - but you already knew you'd have to do it somewhere, sometime soon, and you don't exactly feel like waiting for another opportunity to present itself.

You aren't a coward, but doing this really takes more courage than what you expected and seeing, once again, the both of them together, just brings home the fact that you have a decision to make.

He draws your fingers away from your mouth - the nail you're biting into almost nonexistent - and keeps them locked into his. You look into his eyes, worried, searching for much needed strength and support. He always gives you that, even when you scoff that you can take care of yourself. Right now though... You shake your head, tearing your eyes away from his to look at the couple seated in front of you - your supposed boyfriend and the one he's been feeding for a while now, without caring for who might be seeing.

You frown, biting your lower lip. Fine, time to get this over and done with.

"Hey YooChun, can you please stop staring at JunSu for a second so I can break up with you?"

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He still has your hand gripped in his as you both walk down the sidewalk. He's not looking at you, staring at the people walking by, the cars, the movement of the people instead. It's a Wednesday morning, calm and quiet in your little town, and the sun's shining, yet he seems interested in nothing at all - just aimlessly looking around.

You sigh, pensive frown still in place and disrupting your beautiful features. "YunHo." You call for his attention, stopping suddenly in front of a shop's window. "I... I." You try again, when he looks at you worriedly. "Thank you."

He gives you a tiny smile, ruffling your hair with his free hand. "Silly. There's no need to thank me." He travels his hand to the side of your face, resting it on your cheekbone. "I didn't do anything."

You bite your lip again, closing your eyes and nuzzling your face against his hand, griping it with your free one to keep it in place. "You helped. You were there for me." You look gazes with him. "You're my best friend, YunHo. Thank you."

He winces slightly, disconnecting his hand from yours, a small "JaeJoong..." escaping his lips as he shakes his head and starts walking away. He puts his hands into his pants pockets and goes ahead about a block, until he realizes you aren't following and turns around.

Still rooted in place, you just look at YunHo's strong figure for a while, lost in your own thoughts until you see the disappointment in his face changing to worry. Quickly you walk to him, slipping your hand into his once more.

Giving him a flash of a smile, you pull ahead. "Yah, YunHo. I still want ice cream so let's go buy some and eat it at my place, okay? I have that movie..."

As you go on with your monologue, the hand gripped in yours gives a tight squeeze for a moment and it's your turn to wince. You falter for a second, then continue quickly, not wanting to create another awkward moment between the two of you.

Lately, that's all that seems to be happening.

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You're a block away from the supermarket when it starts raining and you panic. You hate getting wet and it doesn't look like it'll be a quick rain shower with the looming black clouds closing in, and the loud thunder you just heard.

YunHo takes a quick look at your unsettled face and starts running, making you run with him. You're confused as to what he's planning to do and then you remember - his house is just around the corner. Which is why you usually go to that one store - because it's near his apartment and you like to stop by when you come to do your shopping.

Inside the building, and none too worse for the wear, you turn to thank him just as you walk to the elevator, but don't really manage to say a sentence when you catch him intently staring at you. Instead, you take use of the short ride up to turn your back to him and groom yourself in front of the mirror.

You hope it doesn't come off as a desperate movement to avoid conversation, as it seems to you, yet - again - an awkward silence fills the space even as you follow YunHo down the hall to his apartment.

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He makes coffee with precision, and you can only watch, unable to bridge the silence that's building between you both.

When he sits across you at the kitchen's table, you notice his tense shoulders and closed off expression. He avoids looking into your eyes and you need to try and talk to him - even though you have no idea what you could possibly say.

"YunHo..." You cradle the cup of coffee he just passed you in your hands, the warmth radiating from it a small comfort as you try to think of reasons for his behavior. "Are you okay?"

He doesn't seem to be listening to you - gaze unfocused and fingers playing with a napkin - so you catch his idle fingers in your hand, and he sighs, returning the gesture, finally raising his eyes to look at you.

He's serious, and you worry. You really don't understand what's going on anymore.

"JaeJoong. I'm not okay at all." He takes a sip of the warm liquid he just made, closing his eyes and taking a few minutes to pull himself together. When he opens then again, you can't focus on anything else but the fierceness you see inside them.

"I'm tired of being your default man. The one who's always there to hold your hand-" he squeezes yours then, "-when you need support, the one you always run to when you've just ended a relationship that was doomed to fail in the first place." He sighs. "I'm really, really tired of it all."

It's like a slap in the face, and even as your eyes widen, you can feel tears starting to gather in the corner of your eyes. You close them, trying to separate your hand from his, but he only grips it tighter, and unable to do anything, you hang your head in shame - the truth of what he's saying bringing a dull, hollow pain to your soul.

"Please don't try to run now, JaeJoong, or I won't be able to say what I need to." He shakes his head, a sad expression overtaking his beautiful face. "And I need to say it, for my own sanity."

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The coffee's gone cold by the time you feel like taking another sip. Choked up in so many emotions, you can't even swallow the disappointment you feel in yourself. YunHo doesn't talk much, but his words are honest and precise and they hurt.

He goes quiet after a while, and you've never even spoke a word after he's initial request. There's a different silence in the air now, like you know that things won't ever go back to what they were and yet, you aren't sure if that's a bad thing anymore.

Taking a deep breath, you try to find some balance. "YunHo... YunHo, I-" again, you sigh deeply, "I'm really sorry if I've been treating you this way." You look at him, seeing all the pain he ever felt expressed in his defeated posture, and you blame yourself even more. "You're always there for me, I... I hate to know I've been abusing of your friendship."

He stills completely for a moment hearing that, then swallows hard. "You know it's more than that, JaeJoong."

"YunHo..." You mover your hand over your face, rubbing knuckles over tired eyes. "Yes. I know. I think I've always known." The certainty in your voice surprises you for a moment, and your hands fall to your lap. Staring at them you remember all the times you noticed YunHo's feelings for you, all the small signs that you somehow managed to blind yourself to.

You feel YunHo's breath hitch, and then his fist coming down hard at the table, and you jump off the chair, startled. Worried, you only manage to take a glimpse of his enraged face and then let a startled yelp out when he pushes you against the chilled wall of the small kitchen.

You struggle against him in a panicked moment, then settle down. You snort, turning your head to the side, not looking at him, avoiding his piercing gaze trained on you. He keeps you hands pined against the wall with only one of his own, the other still in a fist. His harsh breathing falls on your neck and you shiver.

"What are you doing, YunHo?" You don't understand why he's behaving so out of character.

He shakes his head, letting go of you and pressing himself against the wall right next to you. You cross your arms - a gesture of protection, of insecurity - and worry when you see him slumped, palms covering his face, shoulders shaking.

You're just about to ask him what the hell's going on when he pushes himself away, walking to the opposite side of the room, bracing himself on the sink.

He takes a shuddering breath, and you see - there. A light just went out inside his eyes. They seem moist and when he turns to you again, there's numbness in his voice. "I'm sorry JaeJoong but I think you should go. Actually - ", he runs a shaky hand through his damp hair, "-I think from now on we won't be able to see each other all that much. I have-", he falters for a second, then bravely goes on, "-I have to do this. I'm sorry."

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After the confrontation, everything goes by in a daze. You can't even remember how you left YunHo's apartment, and it's only luck that it wasn't raining anymore, otherwise you'd probably have caught a cold on top of everything else. The only thing you can recall it's the bitter feeling stuck in your throat as you heard things you never thought you would.

Somehow though, you're back home, staring at your bedroom's walls as if they were a gateway to a better place. The many pictures hanging from them perhaps serve as testimony to that; they capture moments of your life that you thought you'd never have to think as something belonging to the past.

Covering your eyes with your hands, unable to look at his smiling face - and yours, with his arms around your shoulder, with him hugging you, with you both playing like children, together, always - you let your body fall to the bed. The apartment is quiet, but the silence isn't comforting at all. You feel like a stranger in your own home and are thankful when the phone rings. As much as the noise makes your head ache - poking at your never-ending migraine - it's a distraction you welcome.

Picking up the phone from your bedside table you mumble a greeting, not really caring for who might be calling - you know it isn't him, anyway. The voice you hear startles you though, and you sit up quickly.

"YooChun?"

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Back to the ice cream parlor, when it hasn't even been two days since you left it in the first place, and you're most likely getting ready for another unpleasant talk.

You snort, using a spoon to play with your food. You ordered an ice cream for yourself, of course, but it doesn't taste half as good as you thought it would. You can't enjoy it when it feels like the toppings aren't cherries nor sprinkled chocolate, but memories - bitter and... You push the bowl away, shaking your head, and when you raise it, there he is.

YooChun.

You could blame him for the mess you are in, but at least that you know better. There's really no one to blame but yourself. When he sits in front of you though, you annoyance at him really shines through.

"What? No JunSu with you this time? I thought you two were attached at the hip..." You glare at him. "Maybe it was just a way to get on my nerves." You catch the spoon, angrily pointing at him and making ice cream fly all over the table. "Not so brave after all, Mr. Park YooChun, hm? Using another boy just to make me break up with you."

His response is a roll of the eyes, and a rising of hand to call the waitress. "As if."

You sigh. "Please don't be so smooth." Your irritation really isn't with this guy anyway. The one you're mad at is yourself - and maybe YunHo a bit. You bite viciously into your ice cream. That bastard, you think, and then immediately correct yourself. He might've been the one telling half-truths, but you were the one not giving him the freedom to speak his mind.

After the waitress comes and cleans the table, you let your head drop down on it, using your arms as support. "Are you going to explain why you called me here, anyway? If I'm not completely out of my mind, this isn't a scenario supposed to happen after a break-up. Or wait-" you raise your head quickly, staring at him suspiciously, "-you aren't here to try and convince to get back with you, are you?"

YooChun snorts and steals your bowl of ice cream, while you gape at him. "Don't be silly, JaeJoong. We both know we were the worst couple ever, and besides..." he trails off, feeding himself a bite of the sweet. When he swallows, you're already tapping your fingers against the tabletop in impatience.

"Yes, YooChun, do go on. Besides what?" Angrily, you take the bowl back and protectively keep it far away from him.

YooChun only grins at you. "Besides, I know you have a thing for that best friend of yours. YunHo, isn't it?"

"What!" You splutter for a second, taking on YooChun's ridiculously silly grin - the grin of a man who knows too much and is willing to tell. "What? No! Not at all! YooChun, I do not have a thing for YunHo, okay?" Your voice sounds strangely high-pitched when you say that.

Smirking, YooChun calls the waitress again. "And how many times did you blown off a date with me just so you could hang out with him, again?"

There's an awkward silence while the lady arrives and takes YooChun's order, and you try to recall exactly how many times you did that. Wait. Why are you even contemplating this, anyway? You've already broken up with YooChun and there's no YunHo in your life anymore.

You raise one hand to your chest, trying to rub off the slight pain you felt while thinking about YunHo. "You're totally seeing this the wrong way, Chunnie."

YooChun snorts, already entertained with an ice cream of his own - one you never saw the waitress deliver, too busy analyzing your past actions. "What? Using pet names to try and convince me, Jae? That doesn't work on me anymore, honey."

Glaring at him, you point a finger in his direction. "That was once. And stop with the act." When he doesn't react, simply continuing to eat his sweet, you get angry again and slap both hands on the table. "What the hell are you trying to say? If anyone's in love here, it's YunHo, okay? He's the one in love with me. And for that matter, how would you even know that, Yoochun?"

Giving up any hope of enjoying his desert, YooChun sighs, a serious face substituting his always-amused one. "Don't you know whom JunSu is, you fool?"

"...am I supposed to?" You decide to ignore his little name-calling. It's the second time though, and now you're beyond irritated. Why can't YooChun just get to the point? You exhale loudly. You shouldn't have answered that phone call. There are reasons why you own an answering machine, and this would be one of them.

Contemplating your annoyed face for a second, YooChun raises an eyebrow, and air of incredulity emanating from him. "Are you honestly telling me that you don't know JunSu is one of YunHo's oldest friends?"

You still. Then frown.

Well, no. Of course you didn't know about that, and now there's a knot where your brain used to be - damn it - and you can't even begin to understand what really is going on here. More and more you feel like you fell into an alternate reality where everyone knows how the story ends already, and you are the only one still trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Despit deciding it isn't the time to thrown a tantrum though - even if you dearly wish you could as clearly YooChun deserves to be subjected to one - you can already feel your fist rising itself while the your other hand catches YooChun by the collar of his shirt . A chilling calm settles around you, even as you lock gazes with a suddenly afraid YooChun.

"Please start from the beginning."

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About half an hour later and you're back on your way home. Dazed yet again, but perhaps for completely different reasons. Still trying to process what YooChun told you, you enter your apartment, and automatically your fingers find the telephone that sits on top of a small table in your hallway.

Right. You're still quite upset with a few things you discovered, but you have to do this. You needed an excuse to call, and now you have it. Just play the part of the victim and you'll be fine, really. Think of how YunHo lied to you, how he never once told you about JunSu being his friend, how that scene at the ice cream parlor was probably all staged to get a reaction out of you. The grip on the telephone tightens when you think of that. You can play the victim. A very enraged victim, at that.

You dial, and when the answering machines picks up, not even the combined voices of you both as a pre-recorded message makes you falter. It's an old one, a silly excuse for a message that only served for he two of you to fool around with pet names that no one else ever understood. Helplessly, you smile, remembering when those things were common practice. How it all changed, you can't be sure, but if there's a way for making it better, you want to try.

You're mad. Quite mad. Worried too. Yet, you can't be surer that some sort of resolution is in need here. Preferably one that ends with you and Yunho both back together, somehow, because you really aren't ready to just let it go.

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You can't remember now why you chose this place in the first place, your nerves are already frazzled enough, and you don't need another reminder of important moments in your life, after all, since the fight, they keep blinking to life every time you close your eyes - a never ending movie.

It's not the right season yet, but a few flowers can be seen already, and you contemplate them as you wait, resting your body against a tree's trunk. Your heart is in your mouth and you wonder if this was a good idea for a second. You swallow hard, taking a deep breath. You have to be sure it is a good idea. This is the time for you to speak your mind.

Rash decision or not, it's done, and now you have an opportunity you might not get again, so you better take advantage of it.

After an hour waiting though, as the sun starts to go down, you're sure he won't show up.

You feel disappointed, and foolish and damn him for not having the decency to at least hear you out. You punch the tree in annoyance, and the few flowers there - fragile, delicate things perhaps like your heart, after all - fall on top of you.

You snort. Great. Now you have cherry blossoms all over your hair.

Just as you're about to walk away, shaking your head as you go - you want to get rid of these silly, silly things - a voice coming from your right makes you freeze.

"I don't think flower petals are really your thing, JaeJoong."

With your back to him, you miss his pained expression, so at odds with his amused voice. You bite your lip, worrying at it, and turn around slowly to see him standing a couple of feet away from you, hands in his pant pockets and face obscured, as the sun sets behind him.

Maybe it feels a little overdramatic to you, the setting, the time, the positions, but in the back of your mind you understand it, since this might very well be the last chance of saving something from this relationship.

"I take you listened to my message then." You look at him, trying to find some sort of clue as to what he's thinking, but his face is turned to the side. He's avoiding eye contact - maybe he's feeling guilty already? "But you took your sweet time coming here, huh?"

He turns to you then, an almost-glare on his face. "Considering I wasn't planning on talking to you for a really long time, I think waiting an extra hour isn't such a big deal."

You snort, almost baring your teeth in rage - his inconsiderate words make something inside of you come to life, something not nice at all. "Considering you lied to me, about JunSu-" you point your finger at him, "-one of your oldest friend, hm? Perhaps your best friend". You glare, making a sweeping gesture with your hand. "Then what the hell was I ever to you, YunHo? You kept things from me all this time and you used your fucking best friend - not me, by the way-" you shake your head, petals falling from your hair "-you used him to try and make something happen between us?"

Incredulous, that's what he looks like. The sun set while you talked, and now you see his face - pale, very pale. His eyes widen, mouth opening in shock. "You... JaeJoong, who told you that?" He trembles. "It's not what you're thinking, okay? It's nothing like that, at all." He quickly takes the few steps necessary to stand in front of you, hands falling to your shoulder and shaking you a bit. "You are my best friend. For the worse or the better, you always were."

You turn your head to the side. It's your turn to avoid his piercing gaze. "Please don't lie. YooChun told me everything already." You bite your lip again, a sudden coldness taking over you. "But why couldn't it have been you, YunHo, the one to tell me the truth..." You mumble, then speak louder when his grips tightens. "Have the decency to tell me what the hell you were thinking when you confronted me about my behavior when you-" one of your hands grips his shirt and you raise your head to - finally - catch his eyes, "-you were the one lying to me all this time."

"So explain it to me, or I'll be the one walking away and never looking back again."

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You two find a bench near the sakura trees and there you sit. Staring right ahead - yet again avoiding eye contact - and you decided, as soon as YunHo managed to let out a choked "I'll explain", that you won't be the one starting anymore conversations.

The silence drags for a while, and you contemplate the moon, the stars, everything around you - you are even a bit thankful it isn't raining today - when suddenly YunHo speaks. "Just let me reinforce you’re my best friend before anything else, okay?"

You nod, mute. You should give him a chance, right? He sort of gave you one, anyway. You feel him turn sideways on the bench then, his eyes landing on your profile, but you don't move.

"I'll just say this..." He sighs, maybe gathering strength. "I can understand you're upset because I never told you JunSu and I were friends, but the truth is-" once again, one of his hands fall to your shoulder, "-I was never responsible for him and YooChun getting together, I wasn't even the one that introduced them to one another. I think they met at a party or something." From the corner of your eye, you see him biting his lips, anxious. "I'm not sure, but that doesn't matter. Jae-" you inhale loudly when he says that, "-it was JunSu who wanted to do something to help me. It was a stupid idea, I see this now, I saw that even then, but I let him because I was desperate." Forcefully, he turns your head to look at him, both his hands framing your face, leaving you no chance of escape. "I still am."

You swallow hard, your tongue working over your lip in an unconscious gesture, and when you feel him leaning towards you, quickly you bring a hand to his chest, shaking your head a bit. "Go on, YunHo. You still have more to say."

He pouts for a second - an endearing gesture you can’t fully appreciate at the moment - and then goes on, words hurriedly falling from his mouth. "JaeJoong... I just. I got tired of waiting for you to notice me as more than a friend. God, this is embarrassing..." He shakes his head again, a blush forming on his cheeks. "I love you. I can't stand having you going out with other men, when I'm right by your side and so helplessly in love, okay?"

You have to give him some points for courage then - even as he says that, his eyes never leave yours. Besides, who's the helpless fool here anyway, when you can't even control your actions; when your lips somehow find his, your hand going from his chest to his neck and pulling him closer to you, and through his surprised gasp, you know, you are the biggest one. You never wanted to see his feelings for you - you denied them - because you didn't want to consider you could be falling for him too.

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For a few seconds the kiss stays chaste, and then YunHo manages to put his arms around you and bring your bodies even closer together, and there's tongue involved and you see that damned movie behind you eyelids again - except it has a happy ending now - and you sigh, content, letting him control the kiss, letting yourself ride this emotional wave of relief and feeling like coming home.

When you part, he stares at you in wonder. "Jae. BooJae." You snort and he gives you a cheeky grin. "BooJae... you're not mad anymore?"

Not finding in you the proper energy to scold him for the silly pet name, you collapse against his frame, resting your head on his shoulder. "Oh, I'm quite mad. Really, quite mad." He freezes, and you chuckle, biting his neck. "But I suppose I can expect some sort of compensation, right?"

Letting a quiet laugh himself, YunHo threads his fingers on your hair, combing it from your face and picking at the few flower petals still there. "That's right. But shouldn't we talk about this some more?"

You only think about it for a few moments and then raise your head up again to stare at his face. There's a mix of joy and worry there that seems extremely fitting with the situation - with your relationship so far, as a whole - and you give him another peck on the lips before replying.

"No worries there, Yunnie." He groans at the nickname and you grin - does he remember the silly message on the answering machine? "I'm sure we'll talk more about this soon enough. Right now though..." you trail off and he expectantly looks at he smirk forming on your face. "Right now what we need to do is plan some sort of revenge on that stupid YooChun and you oldest friend, JunSu. Don't you agree?"

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/the end.

...I guess this one wouldn't quite work as protest!fic, huh? XD;;

{fic} on a magic carpet ride (yoomin, side jaeho) [pg-13]

z.maryl@gmail.com — Thu, 17 Jan 2008 03:21:28 GMT

Oh man. Here I go~ but! No excuses, my lovelies. *grins* This is result of, well, you guys will figure it out the reason if you finish reading the story. XD;;
I do consider this crack ~~if only because I know some of you will want to kick me if I try to take this story seriously 8D;;~~, so be warned!
Oh, and any inconsistencies are totally my fault. My research was poor and little. x3

Author: Amy
Title: on a magic carpet ride
Pairing: YooChun/ChangMin, side JaeJoong/YunHo
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3.621
Form: One-shot
Content: (totally) AU
Genre: humor, romance
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events, nor is based on reality. It is not factual, only fiction. (well, obviously! *snorts*)
Warnings: Dedicated to machine_of_july (cause she poked me like whoa) and everyone that likes YooMin. :D
Summary: Oh, how long does it take for a boy to figure things out, anyway?

.on a magic carpet ride.

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As many times as he thinks this over, he really can't understand. He tried different angles of approach, tried unusual (for him, at least) methods of research, even tried asking his friends for advice - which he knew was a mistake as soon as the words were out of his mouth. He ended up enduring a week's worth of teasing comments and shared knowing smirks that went right over his head. But now he's terribly frustrated over the whole ordeal, and he can't be bothered to try and work things out on his own anymore, so he does what he should have done from the start - he goes to the source.

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"You know what, I think you're trying to rationalize something extremely simple, my dear ChangMin."

The amused voice does nothing to help the scowl off his face, and he turns narrowed eyes to the boy in front of him.

"Don't patronize me, YooChun. All I'm asking is why. And believe me when I say, it's not an easy question to answer, concerning whom I'm dealing with." He gives a slight sniff - how dare the other treat him as a child? As if he didn't get that sort of attitude enough!

"Ouch." YooChun brings a hand to his chest and makes a mock-hurt face. "Right to the core, I see." With an easy smile, he turns to look to the window on his right. The motion seems casual, but to an attentive observer, there's a sudden tension on his posture.

ChangMin - hawk eyes that he seems to have - catches the change but gets not why YooChun would be tense. He tilts his head to the side, turning things inside his mind. "Just tell me why, YooChun. You sent me flowers and I'm nowhere near close to understanding why you did so. Are you trying to mock me?" ChangMin narrows his eyes even further - if that's the case, obviously YooChun needs to be reminded of whom he's dealing with.

Still looking outside, YooChun laughs. "Of course not." He turns and catches ChangMin's gaze. "I'm an easy and simple-minded guy. But-" he smirks a little, and his features change to amusement, "-just so you don't think I haven't earned the right to be in the house I'm in, I'll leave you to figure it out on your own."

His school robes flair out behind him as he walks out the door, and ChangMin almost gapes at him - damn those Slytherins.

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Frustrated beyond belief, but unable to let things go as is his wont, ChangMin skips his last class of the day (as much as it pains him, it's Arithmancy after all) and searches for JaeJoong. He's YooChun's best friend anyway, he might shine some light on the yet unresolved matter.

He finds the boy on his usual spot, an out of the way unused classroom that manages, at the same time, to be on the second and fourth floor. ChangMin once tried to figure that out, but gave up - another frustration - as some magic can be confusing even for a boy like him. Something about accidents and unseen consequences of once trying to change the Hogwarts layout was the simplest explanation he could come up with.

JaeJoong sits with his back to the wall, one leg spread out in front of him, the other close to his body, one arm propped on it. His robes and tie are a bundle on the ground and he watches the ceiling with intense concentration, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, forgotten. ChangMin rolls his eyes seeing that, but figures it best not to say a thing if he wants the boy's cooperation - plus, YunHo will eat JaeJoong's liver if he finds out, something ChangMin knows well, and that might happen by form of an anonymous note sent by a school owl.

Of course, ChangMin smirks, only if JaeJoong doesn't collaborate.

Stopping in front of the boy, ChangMin crouches down to JaeJoong's level, and only them the other realizes who's in front of him. Turning his eyes from the ceiling - another magical feature, only this one made by JaeJoong himself and charmed to show the Quidditch pitch - JaeJoong gives ChangMin a curious glance, made even more pronounced after he quickly casts a spell to show the time.

"You're skipping class, changMin?" He asks, with an amazed voice. "Something must be seriously wrong." JaeJoong gives the other a grin. "If it's mischief, can I help?"

ChangMin almost snorts, but restrains himself and merely gives the other a long look. "Of course." He says slowly. "As soon as you stop perving on your boyfriend by enchanting walls to show him during his Quidditch practice."

JaeJoong scowls and, suddenly remembering the cigarette and taking a drag from it, blows out the smoke on ChangMin's face. "Did you come here just to piss me off, genius boy?"

ChangMin coughs, and wonders, once more, why he's friend with this particular boy - he can be so childish, really! He feels vindicated though, knowing he's got the advantage here. "Come of it, JaeJoong. I have a question and I think you might have the answer." ChangMin gives the other a piercing gaze. "Why would YooChun send me flowers?"

After a long silent moment in which neither move, JaeJoong raises and eyebrow. "I take it back. You're no genius. Are you sure that's a legitimate question, ChangMin? You're having me on, right?", he asks in a suspicious voice.

Not managing to disguise his pout, ChangMin sulks. "Of course not. I don't joke about things I don't know. And I wouldn't ask if I already knew the answer, obviously."

An amused sound escapes JaeJoong's throat, and suddenly the boy is bent over his body, laughing out of control. He loses it so much that the already wavering image on the ceiling blinks off and still he doesn't stop. A good couple of minutes go by like that, until ChangMin can't stand being made fun of anymore and stands up to walk away.

JaeJoong stops then, and with a small smirk throws the butt of the - now spent - cigarette at the back of ChangMin's head, hitting him right in the middle of it. The boy turns around to yell at him - ChangMin keeps reminding himself he is the superior here, the one with potential blackmail material - just to be confronted with the sight of a smiling JaeJoong and losing all train of thoughts.

Getting up as well, JaeJoong dust himself off, and after gathering his clothes from the floor, he amusedly looks at ChangMin again. "You're such a silly boy sometimes, ChangMin. You know the answer to that question already, you're just in denial."

JaeJoong again laughs at ChangMin's outraged face, and just as the boy is working up to a full rant, he speaks again. "Just don't be in denial forever, okay? You might be losing on a good thing." JaeJoong pats ChangMin on the shoulder as he walks by him, and the un-amused face of the boy brings back the smirk to his own face. As he nears the door though, he turns around in a huff, expression completely changed. "Oh, but don't go thinking that your cute, clueless behavior will get you out of my shit-list if you so much as speak to YunHo about my nasty Muggle habit, capisce?" JaeJoong narrows his eyes at ChangMin. "Not a word, genius boy!"

As another one walks away from him, ChangMin lets out an annoyed sound. Damn these Slytherins and their half-assed answers and their need to have the last word!

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Still unwilling to let matters lay ChangMin contemplates the situation. He snorts, and lets his body fall to the bed. Damn, but dinner was a pain. YooChun and JaeJoong kept giving him those knowing smirks and it was just beyond annoying. He knows now the biggest flaw in his plan was asking those two about it. Of course they wouldn't give him a straight answer.

Tomorrow though, he knows just the guy to go to. As he covers his mouth with a tired movement of a hand, he's sure tomorrow he'll discover once and for all the reason why YooChun would send him flowers, even if it costs him his monthly allowance in sweets!

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ChangMin doesn't understand the appeal of soccer, and waking up an hour earlier than usual is almost too much trouble. He manages somehow to do so though, even as a slight bad mood lingers after he showers and eat - surely a left over from one too many confusing dreams and the memory of yesterday's frustrating conversations.

It's worked up to a complete foul mood by the time he reaches the outside of the castle and finds JunSu playing a game with the other Muggle-borns. He really doesn't get what's so much fun about the silly sport, being only a half-blood himself and raised completely immersed in the Wizarding Society. He knows about Muggle costumes and habits, but such things never brought him anything more than a passing interest, so he never researched deeply about them.

He studies the players with an irritated look and sits on the bleachers to wait for the end of the game. He remembers first when he met JunSu, and then later when YooChun and JaeJoong met him. He always thought they'd have a hard time accepting him, both being pureblood and from fairly old - and prejudiced - families, but they took a liking to the boy immediately, sometimes teasing the boy as it's in their nature, but not ever being outright mean to him. Once, catching JaeJoong in an exceptionally good mood, he asked for a reason to that behavior and got a most interesting answer - apparently, JunSu is just too cute to hate. Unbidden, an small smile blossoms on ChangMin's face at that thought memory. It had left him speechless then, but happy that his friends were getting along well.

Of course, the boy thinks amusedly, JunSu is terrible cute, and sweet. But oh, he does too have a big mischievous streak. Which is why ChangMin came prepared with an enormous bag of sweets that is now resting by his side.

The sound of the game ending interrupts his thoughts and ChangMin spots JunSu already making his way towards him. As he gets close to ChangMin, without even a proper hello, he immediately starts searching inside the bag for a Chocolate Frog. JunSu makes a happy sound when he finds it, and looks up gratefully at ChangMin, sitting by his side. "To what do I own this pleasure of your company so early in the morning?" He grins at the other boy, wiggling his eyebrows in emphasis. "You're finally here to ask me about the flowers?"

ChangMin's bad mood returns with a vengeance then, and with a hiss of annoyance he slaps his forehead. "Did those bloody Slytherins come spread lies to you about it already?"

Pausing mid-way into a bite and almost losing the Chocolate Frog in the process - the body of the sweet still eerily moving without a head - Junsu shoots ChangMin a concerned look. "No." He looks pensive for a second, than shakes his head. "No, they didn't come looking for me. The last time I spoke with them was yesterday during dinner. Same as you, no?"

An unhappy frown settles on his face and ChangMin suspiciously asks, "So how do you know about the flowers?"

JunSu lets out a little giggly, and if it weren't so endearing, ChangMin would've told him off for it - it's not a manly behavior at all! "Like the whole school doesn't already know about it, ChangMin? Everyone saw the owl delivering them." He munches on the chocolate a bit more until it stops moving completely. "Lunch is always the time the Hall is most crowd, and well, news travel fast around here." He turns his head to the side, watching the other players still around the area, completely missing ChangMin's narrowing gaze. "There's even a poll going on, hm. How long will it take for you to finally get it."

When JunSu finally catches ChangMin's darkening expression and see the hand already tightly gripping a wand, he hastens to explain. "Or some such silly thing. Really-" he adds, "-it's nothing to be upset about!"

With extreme control he didn't even know he possessed, ChangMin calmly gets up from the bench, and gives JunSu a tight smile, which really only comes off as a grimace. "And do you know who started this silly poll, JunSu?"

"Well." Biting his lip in worry, JunSu quietly answers, "I'm not sure. You know how these things are." Forgetting all about sweets, he too gets up and grips one of ChangMin's fisted hands in both of his. "ChangMin..." He starts waveringly, but continues bravely, once he catches the boy's gazes, "You're so very smart, I know, and you don't usually need advice from me, even though I'm older than you, but listen to me this once, okay?"

Quietly, ChangMin lowers his head, eyes falling to the ground - listening but keeping to his own stubborn ways.

"I know you want to figure it out on your own, so I'll just say this: don't let your own prejudices stop you from seeing what is right in front of your nose." JunSu chuckles when ChangMin looks up, affronted and already with a reply on the tip of his tongue. "No arguing with me, ChangMin. Remember you came to ask my opinion, hm."

ChanMing tilts his head to the side, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He pulls his hand to himself, and crosses his arms, still upset - but not quite so much. JunSu's presence always has that cheering effect on him. "So what you're saying is that I'm looking for answers I already have?"

Intently looking at the boy for a minute, JunSu smiles. "If you want to put it that way, yes. And-" turning his back to the boy and searching inside the bag once more, he takes out a Blood Lollipop and gives it to ChangMin. "-don't forget that gifts are symbols. Like you bringing me sweets."

Beaming, JunSu closes the bag, and starts making his way once more to the pitch where he can see some of his friends calling to him. "And sharing is caring too!" He lets out a giggle when ChangMin rolls his eyes. "Don't forget to reciprocate, ChangMin!"

Looking up to the sky, ChangMin's expression of long suffering goes unnoticed. He throws his arms to the sky, and starts walking back to the castle, silently asking why JunSu's friendly Hufflepuff nature has to be so clichéd.

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ChangMin doesn't manage to take two steps inside the door, when he sees all the students mingling about turn to him and stare. For a couple of seconds that's all they do, and then they are whispering to each other, and there's a uncomfortable buzz ringing in ChangMin's ears. He scowls, crosses his arms once more in a defensive posture and quicken his steps until he's climbed already three flights of stairs and there's no one else around.

He looks around suspiciously for a moment and then with a loud sigh sits heavily on the steps. Pulling his knees to himself, ChangMin lets his head fall down and rest on top of them as another deep sigh escapes his lips.

That is how YunHo finds him a few minutes later - in such a depressive position.

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"Ah! So there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" The sudden voice is a bit startling, but ChangMin doesn't let it show. Slowly, he lifts his head to find YunHo in front of him, an enormous grin on his face that immediately falls at ChangMin's blank stare.

A concerned frown appears on YunHo's face as he settles beside ChangMin. Worried about his state of mind, he lightly rests his hand on ChangMin's shoulder. The other boy continues to stare forward, seemingly not paying attention to anything, and carefully YunHo asks, "Is this by any chance related to the Flowers Incident?" By the sudden tensing of ChangMin's frame he's sure that is the case.

YunHo crosses his arms then, assuming a rigid posture, and resignedly thinks why must it be him always the one to deal with these situations. Not a few seconds after that, ChangMin is the one with both hands on his shoulder, shaking YunHo's whole body with almost too much violence.

"I just don't understand why in Merlin's name he's sending me flowers! I can't stop thinking about him now and I know he's a Slytherin and that you just can't trust that lot, but why would he be doing something like this and-", with a harsh last shake ChangMin lets YunHo go, only to quickly grab his own hair in two fistfuls, "-I just don't fucking understand!"

Both of YunHo's eyebrows raise when he hears ChangMin curse, and for one fleeting moment he's too cursing YooChun inside his own head, but then it looks like the boy's about to cry in frustration and YunHo has more pressing matters to take care of. Slowly, he takes ChangMin's hands from his hair and the boy, emotionally exhausted, let's him. Drawing ChangMin into an embrace, YunHo teasingly asks, "You do know I'm dating one of those Slytherins myself, hm, ChangMin?"

When that fails to prompt a response from the boy, YunHo lets a resigned sigh escape his lips and pulls ChangMin's face up, forcefully catching the boy's gaze with his own. "Enough with the pity party. If you need advice, I'm probably the one you should be asking for anyway. You should have looked for me in the first place, you know that, right?"

A meek nod is all ChangMin gives, unable to do anything more in face of YunHo's serious stare. He lowers his eyes to the ground and waits for the unavoidably chewing he'll receive. After a few tense moments - waiting was never ChangMin's thing - he looks up again, only to find YunHo smiling gently at him.

"Come on, ChangMin. I'm not going to scold you. That would be a bit hypocrite of me, no?" And then ChangMin remembers when YunHo and JaeJoong first started their relationship, how similar to the situation he finds himself in now it was, how YunHo completely freaked out and it took JaeJoong forever to convince the boy he was serious about his interest in him.

ChangMin's eyes widen in sudden realization. What a fool he was making himself to be not seeing thing as what they really were! All this time thinking it was a prank when it was quite possible YooChun was really only interested in him.

Quickly getting up and making his way downstairs, ChangMin turns back for only a second to thank YunHo. He catches YunHo shouted "You're welcome, brat!" and satisfied smirk, connecting that to JaeJoong obvious influence over the boy - but really, at least there was something to be said about a Gryffindor’s honesty.

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Finding YooChun takes some work, and ChangMin's almost giving up for the day when he stumbles upon the other boy quietly talking to JaeJoong just outside one of the classroom's door. He freezes and JaeJoong sees him first. The boy whispers something against YooChun's ears, and smirking at ChangMin, turns his back and make his way down the hall to what ChangMin knows to be the Slytherins' dormitory.

Lost in a flashback for a moment, remembering how eerily alike in behavior YunHo and JaeJoong were turning to be, ChangMin only realizes he's alone with YooChun when the other chuckles and starts heading in his direction. Suddenly worried, ChangMin backs a few steps until he can no more, his body connecting with the wall and making a muffled sound.

The smirk on YooChun's face looks completely different from YunHo's and JaeJoong's, ChangMin thinks, but then it turns into a satisfied grin, and YooChun's arms close around his body, and ChangMin stops thinking altogether. YooChun presses him against the wall and kisses him lightly at first. He rests his lips on ChangMin's for a few seconds, giving the boy ample opportunity to flee, before he turns the kiss more serious. Gasping, ChangMin lets YooChun do as he wishes and tries to reciprocate as best as he knows how to.

When they part - and sanity returns to ChangMin's mind - he sighs against YooChun's neck, and stops the boy before he even opens his mouth, putting any fears to rest. "I'm a bloody fool, I know. And no need to ask, but yeah, I'm willing to give this a go."

YooChun's only response is another chuckle and a whispered "Good" before he kisses ChangMin again.

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They spend the good part of an hour like that, ChangMin realizes, when his stomachs makes a loud noise and they are forced to separate. He casts a quick spell to show the time only to discover that dinner hour has long past.

YooChun eyes him speculatively and ChangMin makes smiles sheepishly before saying, "If you had given me chocolates instead of flowers we wouldn't even be in this situation."

Amused, YooChun takes one of ChangMin's hand and asks "Is that so, now? And why would that be?" and the boy grins, letting YooChun play with his fingers. "Because the way to a boy's heart is obviously through his stomach! And that-" he pokes YooChun on his side, smirking himself for the first time when other boy yelps, and continues, "-is why I'm the Ravenclaw here."

And never mind that he wasn't even smart enough to figure out YooChun's interest on his own.

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/the end.

DEATH THREATS NAO? 8D

happy new year~ (hey, another one that bites the dust grins)

z.maryl@gmail.com — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 20:48:08 GMT

Wow! Haven't I been the lazy one these past days~ 8D;;
I'm here at my dad's house, and really, it's no surprise I'm so out of it - finally I have my laptop with me! *beams* So, of course I haven't been paying attention to anything else but it. XD
I'm sorry I'm neglecting LJ so much guys! I probably will do a little backtracking once the novelty of having a new computer (that actually does everything I want it to, omg!) is over I'm sure I'll be once again commenting, and well, being around more. ;D

I hope everyone's having a nice time and enjoying the holidays a lot!
I just wanted to wish you guys a HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I might be away, but I'm still thinking about everyone, and I do hope and pray that 2008 will be an awesome year for all of us! :DDD
Let's all do our best so this really comes true, ne~? ;3

Everyone, please always take care of yourselves and be hardworking so your dreams will come true! I'll try my hardest this year as well. ♥

No fic this time! D: I fail.

{dbsk} the hours between us (xmas gift to all and sundry grins)

z.maryl@gmail.com — Tue, 25 Dec 2007 01:58:41 GMT

almost midnight here and i finished this just in time, it seems.
sorry for any (probable) mistakes. let's celebrate xmas by continuing to love our boys, ne? :D

Author: Amy
Title: the hours between us
Pairing: YunHo/JaeJoong, (perhaps a bit of) YooChun/ ChangMin/ JunSu
Rating: PG-13
Form: one-shot (1.300 words)
Genre: sap XD
Warnings: not betaed (hush job, sorry! ~~no capitalizing for the same reason, haha.~~ :D;;)
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events, nor is based on reality. It is not factual, only fiction.
Summary: Celebrate Xmas as best as you can - even if a little late. 8D ♥

~~(a sappy xmas story)~~

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E tu, e tu amore,
Vedrai che presto tornerai
Dove adesso non ci sei

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Midnight drowns in with a muted chimed of his digital watch. He looks at his wrist with an absent-minded glance, then returns his eyes to the serene view outside his window.

Snow's falling gently outside, the whiteness covering almost everything in sight, and he imagines he can hear the clinking of glasses as people celebrate the christmas with their loved ones. They paint a pretty picture in his mind, even though all he sees from his own apartment is the flickering of fairy lights from his own tree reflected on the glass.

He turns to look at it, the number of presents under all the decoration making a lump form in his throat, as he, unavoidably, counts them again.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

A sudden sigh shakes his entire frame as he worries his lower lip between sharp teeth. Reaching a sudden decision, he grips the cellphone tighter in his hand, and with a quick, precise movement of long fingers, he dials the same number once more.

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Warily checking the hour again as yet another cheerful christmas song plays on his earphone, he mutters a curse under his breath. There's no traffic on air, but the holidays make everything slower than it should be, and there's two more hours until he arrives at the airport.

The cellphone is his hand is useless for communication, and the battery is almost dead anyway, from too many songs on repeat, as he uses it as a mp3 player.

He lets out a loud huff of annoyance, managing to disturb the passenger next to him, and the older woman shoots him a glare before re-arranging herself on the plane's seat and going back to sleep.

Yunho makes a face, and in his mind sends a quick prayer to any deity that might be listening. He just wants to get home safe. And as soon as possible.

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The click of an opening door arouses Yoochun from his peaceful sleep, and he turns around on the bed, blinking from the sudden light against his eyes. He quickly looks to the side, checking the hour - almost 3am - and confirmes that junsu is still asleep, as a hushed whisper falls to his ears.

"Yoochun-hyung." It's changmin, of course. "Yoochung-hyung. Are you awake?"

His voice heavy with sleep he mutters "Changmin..." and lets his head once again fall to the pillow. In his mind, he counts the hours since he fell asleep, unhappy to be disturbed in one of their only days of rest. With tired eyes, he turns his head to the side, finding the taller boy crouched next to his bed. The worried expression on his face makes Yoochun frown. "Something wrong, Min-ah?"

Changmin's hands grip the mattress and he tries to keep his balance and he makes a face before answering, probably just as unhappy to be in the position he is. "Jaejoong-hyung is asleep on the couch."

Immediately awake, Yoochun sits up, the duvet covering his frame slipping down with a sudden swoosh sound, and the shock makes Changmin loose his precarious grip and fall sited to the ground. The commotion wakes Junsu up, who only blinks owlish for a moment, taking in Yoochun's sheepish face and Changmin's disgruntled one, before letting a small amused sound. "Just what is going on here?"

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Just as he expected, entering the house with fifteen minutes to four - he quickly checks his watch and winces - the whole house is quiet and the only source of light is dim and comes from the twinkling Christmas tree. He stops at the doorway, taking in the decoration and a heavy disappointed feeling settles in his stomach. With slow steps he continues on his way inside, closing the door behind him with a muted sound.

Was there any point in hurrying home, anyway? After that horrible taxi ride (after even finding one on December the 25th) he desperately wishes he could say yes, but - he shakes his head - there's no one waiting for him.

Just as he's about to go change direction and head for his bedroom, there's a click and the lights come on, startling him. He quickly turns around, a hopeful expression forming on his face as he looks towards the couch, only to find three sleepy - and not too well humored, he can see - donsaeng-deul.

His face falls, a grimace surging there instead. The three continue to look at him with steady gazes, until an yawn overtakes Junsu and the boy raises a hand to cover his mouth. As if a spell is broken, Yoochun gives a deep sigh, letting his head fall onto Changmin's shoulder. "Just go find Jaejoong, Yunho-hyung."

Helpfully, Changmin adds, "we took him to his bedroom since he seemed cold." and seeing the chagrined expression on Yunho's face gives a little shrug, then returning his attention to the other two on the couch, who seem to have entangled themselves trying to find a position in which to best rest.

Yunho looks at them for a moment more, observing how they interact and finding some humor in the fact that in the end Junsu's the one that manages to make both Changmin and Yoochun his pillow, then takes off to Jaejoong's bedroom. A pensive from settles on his face as he imagines the older boy waiting for him until too exhausted, then falling asleep on the couch and having to be taken care of by the other three.

He bites his lips. As selfish as it is, he's somewhat glad that things happened like that.

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Jaejoong sleeps atop a made bed, and Yunho snorts a bit realizing for all the other boys' good intentions, they couldn't in the end figure out how to tuck the older boy in without waking him. Carefully, he sits on the top of the bed, taking in on Jaejoong's peaceful features. Illuminated only by the outside light, his face shines in smooth paleness and Yunho smiles. Purposely leaving the curtains open seems like the type of meddling the others would do too.

Gently, he caresses jaejoong's cheek, and within only a couple of seconds he awakes. When he sees Yunho there he lets a startled gasp, then sits up quickly, unable to believe the other is there. Dazed, Jaejoong's checks his surrounding, confused as to where he is.

With a little chuckle, Yunho captures him in an embrace. "Your own bedroom, jaejoong-ah. That's where you are." He rests his chin atop the older boy's head, and so intent on feeling the cool strands underneath his skin, he almost misses Jaejoong's whispered "you're home."

Yunho winces a little, then sighs happily when Jaejoong returns the hug, circling Yunho's waist with his arms. For a few moments they stay like that, content in finally being together again, until Jaejoong shakes off the embrace and with a guarded expression looks at Yunho. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

In that exact moment, Yunho's cellphone beeps five times consecutively, and with a raised eyebrow he checks it. Five missed calls and a dozen unanswered messages. Amused, Yunho reads them all, even as he sees Jaejoong's increasing red face. After doing so, he bites his lips in an effort not to laugh. "Airplane, Jaejoong-ah. Traveling by plane, remember?"

Jaejoong's expression quickly turns sheepish, and before it can become complete embarrassment, Yunho brings him close again, purposely capturing the boy's lips with his own. The kiss is tender and loving, and expresses well how much he missed Jaejoong during the time he was away.

Parting, a happy smile brightens Yunho's face - an expression matched by Jaejoong's shinning eyes. "Merry Christmas, Jaejoong-ah."

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The morning finds the oldest duo stumbling from the bedroom with silly grins on their faces - a sure sign that a private christmas celebration already happened. They walk hand in hand, and when they see the other three by the christmas tree opening their presents, they too hurry to open their gifts.

Child like in their enthusiasm, that's when they are sure that today is indeed a happy Christmas.

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/the end.
edit: fixed the mistakes i could find. and capitalized everything. 8D

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE! (feliz natal~!) ♥
~~and now i'm off to drink champagne. mwa. >3~~

{random} snort

z.maryl@gmail.com — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 17:42:07 GMT

Well. This is certainly very amusing.

"Wiki is always there for me. Even when nobody else is." — Anon.

Oh, interwebz~ XD

{recs} Brazilian Music - Part 1

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 03:05:16 GMT

This is indeed only part 1 (of how many, I am unsure at the moment, possibly 3). It turns out, I can't choose to save my life. In the end, I do love many Brazilian artists and I want to show you guys the widest range possible of quality music. There's a bit of pop, a bit of rock, a bit of MPB, a bit of music I really can't classify. *grins* There will be some Bossa Nova too, come next parts of the recs.

I used zshare links for the individual songs, so you guys can listen to them first (and download later, if you so wish ;), and mediafire links for the albums (as it's one of the few sites I think everyone can download from). If anyone become curious about the lyrics, just ask me and I'll translate them to you. Some of them are really very pretty. :D

o1. Not chosen because it's the best, but because it's a peculiar enough group that their songs are almost all in English. Perhaps they might be known to some of you, as I hear they are a bit famous outside of the country. They style is a mix of electro-rock and pop, and they're called Cansei de Ser Sexy (Tired of Being Sexy/ wiki).
They have fun named songs like Meeting Paris Hilton and Music is my hot sex. Their lyrics aren't exactly poetic, and they sure have a potty mouth, but it's a different sound. Give it a try!

♦ download their (first and only, so far) self-named album, Cansei de Ser Sexy

o2. One of Brazil's most talented song-writer was Renato Russo. He had a successful solo career (singing in Italian too, even), but his three-member band Legião Urbana (Urban Legion/ wiki) is famous even now, after his death. They played songs that spoke of the country's reality at the same time they sang of relationships.
Their style is that of a 80/90s rock band, and they have many acclaimed songs, like Perfeição (Perfection), A Canção do Senhor da Guerra (The Warlord's Song) and Que País é Este? (What's up wth this Country?). [My personal favorite is Metal Contra as Nuvens (Metal Against the Clouds), a 11 minute song.] This band is until today very much loved and admired by all, and many new bands start their careers doing covers of their songs.
(Similar artists: Capital Inicial, Titãs, Paralamas do Sucesso.)

♦ download Legião Urbana's MTV Unplugged album

♦ or download their "The Best Of" album, Mais do Mesmo (More of the Same)

o3. In a position of being a female vocalist singing hardcore/alternative rock songs, Pitty (wiki) comes from Bahia, a state which didn't really back up her up in her wishes to sing those type of songs. She's done well though, after moving to São Paulo, and her unique accent doesn't take away from her talent.
Her second studio album reached Platinum status, and her songs Na Sua Estante (In your Bookshelf) and Memórias (Memories) have been well played in the radios.

♦ download Pitty's first album, Admirável Chip Novo (Brave New Chip)

o4. Most of the music I listen to never fits only one style, Jota Quest (wiki) though, they are pure pop, of the best possible kind. At first called merely J.Quest (name taken from the old cartoon), their songs can be upbeat and fun, the type you lock yourself in your bedroom to dance to without anyone knowing, or more calm, soulful songs, with simple and touching lyrics. Some of them are, Oxigênio (Oxygen) and Fácil (Easy).
(Similar artists: Skank, Pato Fu, Barão Vermelho.)

♦ download Jota Quest's MTV Live album

o5. The last spot is filled with not one, but four amazing female singers. They're not a group, but I found a compilation of some of their works, and since they sing mostly MPB, it fits. Adriana Calcanhoto (wiki), Ana Carolina (wiki), Cássia Eller (wiki) and Marisa Monte (wiki) - each with their own very successful careers. A few of their songs would be, Adriana Calcanhoto's Esquadros (Squares), Ana Carolina's Homens e Mulheres (Men and Women), Cássia Eller's Malandragem (Trickery) and Marisa Monte's Segue o Seco (Follow the Barren)

[I couldn't find an image for this album. ): Sorry!]
♦ download "The Best Of" album of Adriana Calcanhoto, Ana Carolina, Cássia Eller e Marisa Monte

I hope you guys enjoyed this! (Please let me know if you did! *beams*) And I have to say, though I think many won't, searching through the material I have and looking for these artists on the internet rekindled my passion for Brazilian music. I think this was a good idea. ♥

Oh, and I'm leaving the post public because if you guys want to point this page to anyone else, you're free to do so. ;3

{meme} pimping!

z.maryl@gmail.com — Fri, 21 Dec 2007 01:13:03 GMT

東方神起:동방신기 friending meme

...it's fun, right? 8D With the last one I managed to make lovely friends, so I hope everyone participates and has the same opportunity. ♥

{random} i've got this song stuck in my head

z.maryl@gmail.com — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 03:23:22 GMT

Hi loves, today I bring you guys no babble, promise.
~~I bring you guys nothing useful either,~~ I just have to:

1) Apologize to you all for not commenting much these past three days! I've seen some very interesting posts, personal and fic-wise both, but I didn't have time to comment on all of them and for that I'm sorry. I had a doctor appointment in another city (my dad's) and I had to leave and though I have a computer I can use there, I was mostly away from home. I'll probably be backtracking tomorrow, so maybe you'll get a reply to an old entry. Ops! I hope that's not a bother either. :D;;

2) Ask for the links to everyone's thread on the Holiday Love Meme Part 2! I comment a bit on Part 1, but then it stopped accepting more comments, and now I want to leave more on part 2 but I don't think I caught everyone's link. So, I'd love if you'd leave me yours here, if you so happen to have one~ 8DDD

3) Confirm that the Brazilian Music Rec Post will happen~! Does anyone remember that?? XD;; I had some ideas of songs I want to rec to you guys and I'll be working on that this week and the next. I want to make it pretty, because it will be my Xmas Present to the Flist, and I want to post it before I travel to my grandma's house. ;3 It will probably be heavily biased towards artists that I enjoy, but still. There's bound to be at least one song of interest to you. :'')))

Now, off to bed I go. Take care my pretties~ and in case I don't manage to leave my love anonymously to you, please know that ILU guys very much so. I'm happy to have such an awesome flist. ♥

{dbsk} Third Xmas Drabble

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 02:45:10 GMT

...not really a drabble. And quite silly. :D;; Still, done. Hopefully enjoyable. XD *chases the "it"s away*

For chuchama's prompt. ~~sort of~~ YooSuMin. (450 words.)

.or so he says.

Books, as much as he likes them, can only provide so much entertainment, and they pale in comparison to a certain bickering duo that happens to be just in front of him - failing to notice that he's otherwise occupied, as usual, and creating a commotion.

Slowly, he takes off his glasses and gives a last glance to the page he was reading, memorizing its number for future reference. Warily, he stretches his arms above his head, twisting his neck this way and that way, moving tired limbs and trying to give them some feeling back, all the while keeping an eye on the couple in front of him. Except for when he lets out and exasperated huff, they don't notice him at all, and even then, they only momentarily glance his way - for perhaps a second - only to quickly go back to their argument.

As annoying as they are behaving, ChangMin doesn't fail to see the humor in the situation they created - such a silly issue they’re arguing over! After another frustrated round of "No, it's me! Me!" and "No way, of course it's me!" though, ChangMin sighs and gets up from the couch, walking in the direction of his hyung-deul, stopping right in between them. His serious expression makes both shut up immediately and inwardly he smiles - perfect.

Not giving them time to start again, he quickly captures both by the collar of their shirts and brings their faces close to his own. The glint in his eyes gives plenty of warn, and unusually wise, both boys keep quiet. With a precise movement, ChangMin closes the small distance between him and JunSu first. His lips cover the other's and a gasp, followed by a chocked protest, sounds in the room. YooChun struggles against his hold too, one hand closing around ChangMin’s arm to try and push him away, but ChangMin's stronger nowadays, and JunSu's already pliant and responding, so he curls his hand on the boy’s neck and keeps the kiss going for another moment.

As he releases JunSu, YooChun complains again, but ChangMin's faster and this time he silences the other boy with his mouth. He kisses YooChun as JunSu sags against his other side, and happily, he prolongs it for about the same time as the first one.

When he lets YooChun go, the boy owlish blinks at ChangMin - mouth opened in surprise - and grabs JunSu's hand on his own, as the other moves to his side still in a bit of a daze. Before a word can even escape YooChun's mouth - or JunSu's, if the boy recovers long enough for that - ChangMin grins, satisfied. "No, hyung-deul, I'm pretty sure the best kisser here is me."

Oh! And it's already the 8th here so, happy birthday feyla! ♥ Don't you like YooSuMin too? *grins* I hope you have a wonderful day today! :D
Edit: I'm so forgetful. I wanted to ask kahel_luna if you have a prompt for your requested drabble? I don't think you ever told me what it was~ :3

{dbsk} second xmas drabble

z.maryl@gmail.com — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 03:06:12 GMT

Here comes the next drabble.
A Xmas gift it may be, but also a birthday present it shall become~
Sorry I'm a day late, bb. I hope you had a wonderful day! Happy birthday! *chus* ♥

For thievingbird's prompt. ~~JaeMin or~~ YooMin. (230 words.)

.I was, but I just didn't know.

Being young isn't the same as being innocent. ChangMin knows it well.

He knows it when YooChun pushes him against the wall, knows it when their bodies collide, when their tongues entangle, he knows it very well - the best - when there's nothing and no one between them.

He also knows it when later, almost quietly, YooChun closes the door, leaving without saying anything, he knows when YooChun ignores him, when he pretends nothing happened, he knows it specially well when a week goes by and there's no change in YooChun's behavior.

Being young isn't excuse for being taken for granted though, and ChangMin knows it just as well.

He knows it when he pins YooChun to the bedroom door, when YooChun rebels and tries to make him stop, when they end up in the same situation as before. He knows it perfectly well when he’s the one that leaves YooChun behind this time.

What ChangMin doesn't know is that when, later, YooChun asks for forgiveness, he gives in, because being young isn't excuse for being stupid, and even though YooChun is older than him, he's young too, and he isn't stupid but he makes mistakes.

What ChangMin doesn't know he finds a way to learn, and ChangMin understands better than anyone that he wants to know what being in love with YooChun is like.

{dbsk} first xmas drabble

z.maryl@gmail.com — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 16:19:40 GMT

Well, bite me. My first YooSu. I'm not sure how well this turned out but since I got a random burst of inspiration I decided just to go with the flow. :P;; It really is a bit weird this one, I think. *worries*
I suppose this means the drabbles will be posted out of order then. XD

For mimei's prompt. YooSu. Sweet. (300 words.)

.on a night when our footsteps resound.

They don't fight like other couples do. They aren't even a couple, just something in between, perhaps a little to the side - just a confusion of thoughts and wishes merging together. Not a mirror of each other, but surprisingly alike in their core, just wearing masks of different sides and colors.

It's sweet though, how they find these moments to share, how they paint pretty images in the air, of a tender blue with a hint of pink - that's YooChun, JunSu thinks. And sometimes, when they aren't apart, it feels like a soft - very, very white and pure - cloud obscures his thoughts just enough that JunSu feels like walking in slow motion, the tick-tack of the clock out of compass with their shared breaths, as they fall back to earth and YooChun steals JunSu's favorite sweater because he's cold.

When they aren't as one, YooChun finds songs and notes to play with, creating a distraction for himself, losing time perhaps being a pop idol. He writes letters and sometimes they become lyrics - other times they just become a small mountain of paper in the ground and he yells at whomever tries to thrown them away - it's inspiration, damnit!, he says, and JunSu finds about it later and makes a point to pick every little ball and put it in a box. JunSu likes shopping for boxes, nowadays.

They don't make the classic definition of love, they don't even make their own definition of love. They sing and they know, some words don't go well together and dreams and reality don't really rhyme. YooChun doesn't care though, he imagines things as he feels them - always has - and JunSu makes the best out of every situation. And even the dissonant sounds they make somehow manage to harmonize.

{dbsk} Another Orange Like This [JaeHo] (PG-13)

z.maryl@gmail.com — Mon, 29 Oct 2007 01:45:08 GMT

Author: Maryl Z.
Title: Another Orange Like This
Pairing: YunHo/JaeJoong (and vice-versa, yeah!)
Rating: PG-13
Form: One-shot (a little bit less than 1.000 words)
Content: Canon (but not really, as usual)
Genre: Fluff <333
Warnings: Dedicated to orionsroad (cause she wanted jaeho kisses) and mimei (who did a fantastic beta job, btw!).
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events, nor is based on reality. It is not factual, only fiction.
Summary: Five JaeHo kisses. In a somewhat linear timeline. ;3

.konna ni mo orenji//another orange like this.

Inside your eyes lives love bursting into flames
After my tears the orange of the sunset pierces my eyes
Don’t let that warm flame of yours go out until tomorrow
Don’t let those warm hands of yours separate from mine until tomorrow
(Bonnie Pink)

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/1.
It first happens with JaeJoong's back against the wall, arms stretched out like angel's wings and YunHo's hands delicately cradling his head, caging him. They don't touch anywhere else except for the lips, and even so the pressure there is so light there's almost no point of contact.

It lasts only long enough so that later both of them wonder just what the hell they thought they were doing.

They can't really face each other over the next few days and the other three worry, not understanding the older duo's behavior.

They're young though, and the reasons behind it don't matter as much as making DBSK happen, so they forget - for a while at least.

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/2.
A year goes by like that, with only late night dreams to remind them of a shared moment that was never again spoken of.

It comes back one day when they're leaving a photo shoot location.

Screaming fans are all around, and one lucky girl manages to bypass security long enough to make a grab at YunHo's bottom. The leader's eyes widen in horror and he quickly walks away but JaeJoong's catches the motion and his face closes up, mouth setting in a hard straight line.

He glares all the way to the car and not one minute passes after they are inside he leaves his own seat to climb onto Yunho's lap. YunHo's mouth drops open in shock at the sudden action.

JaeJoong just grabs the boy's face, lips pressing hard on his, tongue searching, finding, meshing with the other's.

It only lasts a few seconds before he returns to his place, leaving a bewildered YunHo gaping at him and three other DBSK members blinking very hard and sharing amused looks.

JaeJoong smirk is big and lasts all the way home.

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/3.
After a while in Japan, a rain soaked JaeJoong comes back home grumpy and grumbling, and YunHo - the only one that has a fondness for TV news and knows the rainy season has just started - receives him with one of those extra fluffy towels they keep in the closet and never actually use.

He gives the boy a warm cup of coffee to hold, and a sweet, sweet kiss - no tongue, but lots of unsaid emotion spilling at the corners - and JaeJoong's mind is left spinning around itself as Yunho walks away with an extra spring to his gait.

YooChun finds the older boy rooted to the spot, eyes unfocused and a hand on his lips.

The only indication that he has been there for a while is a small puddle of water at his feet and a cold cup of coffee held loosely in his other hand.

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/4.
JaeJoong doesn't know how it is that they ended up at this concert - classical music is not their style, really - and he can see JunSu already snoozing on his seat, head supported by the shoulder of a glassy eyed YooChun.

ChangMin is the only one who seems to be paying any attention. YunHo only has a stoic face on - a good mask, but not enough to fool the other DBSK members.

JaeJoong shifts in his seat - uncomfortable in his suit and bored out of his mind - catching the leader's attention. YunHo makes a choked sound when he notices JaeJoong's hand slowly making its way up his leg and the older boy takes the moment to steal a peck from the other boy's lips, tongue only sweeping the hot inside of his opened mouth before quickly retreating.

JaeJoong looks around for anyone who might be watching, but is pleasantly surprised when it seems like no one noticed them.

YunHo is shell-shocked, blush prominent on the cheeks, and JaeJoong licks his lips slowly - now very glad the tiring concert is only half way through.

He can use the opportunity to steal more kisses then later tease YunHo for blushing.

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/5.
The fifth kiss is the one that stays in their memories though, and it's actually the one they consider their first.

Tired and a little over emotional from the end of their tour, the members slap each other on the back amidst shouts of congratulations and good job. There's a group hug that lasts just long enough for them to recompose themselves - the more emotional ones trying to contain their tears - and then thankfully they are on their way home for a couple of days for a more than deserved short break.

It makes sense to separate in trios and duos, and so JaeJoong and YunHo are left together. The other three are already well past them on their way to the van when suddenly JaeJoong takes a sharp turn, grabbing YunHo's hand and dragging him along to a silent, deserted corner of the backstage area.

He presses the other boy to the wall, and YunHo's arms open wide, trying to contain the impact of his back against it. There's a sudden moment of flashback in both their minds, then JaeJoong is kissing the other boy, not sweetly nor hurriedly. Just gently, and there, and real, and finally not running away when they part.

They stare at each other for a few tension-filled seconds, until YunHo cradles the older boy's neck, bringing their faces closer again just so his lips brush JaeJoong's - his eyes intense and locked with the other’s.

"Had enough?"

A silent moment passes, then JaeJoong shakes his head - a sudden grin lighting up his face.

"No, never."

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/end

{random} WHUT!

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 13:00:59 GMT

Quick question! Do you guys still love me? 8D *dork*
Does anyone know what happened to aswindblows? :O
Her journal was deleted... whut? Me no gets. D8
Some of you are her LJ-pals too, ne? So. Help! :D;;

BTW. YunHo. T^T
I understand, if I were in your place, I wouldn't want to stop working either, as letting the fans down is a big no-no. But please to be taking care of yourself, doll.
*shakes head*
~~Or better, make JaeJoong take care of you! 8DDD~~

Pic post later tonight, or early tomorrow.
I swear I'm working on it. ~~Don't wanna let you guys down either! 8D;;~~ But it is taking forever and day. ZOMG. Many, many pictures to UP and organize. *faints*

♥

{DBSK} As Sweet As It Can Be - Chapte 01[Su7en, YooMin, JaeHo] (PG)

z.maryl@gmail.com — Tue, 23 Oct 2007 01:25:48 GMT

Huh. I know I said JaeHoMin, and uh, pics!post, but I just wasn't feeling the pull. ~~I fail...D:?~~
Swowy~ out_of_words24 the JaeHoMin is really stuck, and right at the smexy part. Ugh.
~~And see, orionsroad, I have nill organizational skills. XD~~
Instead, maybe, have some crack... :D?
I hope this serves to cheer you up, dear! ♥

Author: Maryl Z.
Title: As Sweet As It Can Be
Pairing: Se7en/Junsu, YooChun/ChangMin, YunHo/JaeJoong
Rating: PG for this chapter, methinks (later NC-17, most likely)
Form: Chaptered and WIP *gaspu*
Content: Canon (but not really, as usual)
Genre: Humor, definitely. Maybe also some romance and a tad of angst. I still dunno. :D;;;
Warnings: Unbeated (because, eh, still working on it, ne?)
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events, nor is based on reality. It is not factual, only fiction.
Summary: No stolen pocky this once. And no actual Su7en yet. Just lots of silliness and a smitten of plot.

Prequel//Prologue

/chapter 01: all I ask you for is communication (*)
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Once in a blue moon, as it usually goes with them, the members of Dong Bang Shin Ki are granted a break. Such is an occasion. Of course, no resting ever gets done until at least two days in their week-long - and very much deserved - vacation. That is so, because UST needs to be dealt with.

That's when their beds (and couches, kitchen tables, shower stalls) get the most of their attention - and much appreciation - and nothing else seems to matter.

Until YooChun gets his crazy idea of a revenge plan and the vacation is no more, before even having actually started.

Now, four boys - one sleepy and grumpy, one very much annoyed, one smug and one enthusiastic - sit around the kitchen table in the middle of a sunny afternoon plotting. It just so happens that nothing productive is happening though, seeing as there isn't even an agreement on what to start planning.

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"Argh. Hyung! I can't believe your marvelous idea was to call JaeJoong-hyung and YunHo-hyung!" Snorting, ChangMin slaps - not very lightly at all - YooChun on the shoulder.

Still sleepy, JaeJoong only grunts from behind his folded arms on top of the table, not really bothered by the slight offense in ChangMin's word, but still a tad irritated with the whole situation, more so when YunHo laughs over the two other antics.

"And what are you so happy about, huh? YunHo-yah." JaeJoong grunts again, raising his head to glare at the other by his side. "This whole JunSu mess has got nothing to do with you."

Whining from the punch, YooChun answers for YunHo, while giving ChangMin a disbelieving look. "YunHo-hyung, as the good leader that he is, decided to help me, because of course JunSu's scheme got him in trouble too."

Both JaeJoong and ChangMin share a look over that response, the youngest rolling his eyes even. "Right. And pray tell, since when JunSu-hyung kissing you has anything to do with YunHo and JaeJoong?"

YooChun mumbles an annoyed "You promised not to bring that up again, damnit", but is saved from making explanations when YunHo stands up, calling all attention to him.

"Guys." He starts with a grin. "Stop arguing over details. The important thing is that now we have means of getting revenge not only for JunSu kissing YooChun and making that whole mess, but more importantly, and I do think you all agree with me here-" YunHo beams, and JaeJoong - even sleepy and pouty and much annoyed - can't stop his mind from boggling at the sheer cuteness that his boyfriend can be when he wants. "-for the oyaji gags, guys."

After a silent moment when the three sited boys can only look - paralyzed and incredulous - at YunHo, JaeJoong lets out a huff, quickly picking himself up and heading in the direction of the bedroom with an ominous "I'm getting my pillow again YunHo, and don't think it'll be only a few harmless whacks to the head this time."

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With the hyung-deul gone - YunHo running behind JaeJoong with a quick "It was only a joke, BooJae!" - ChangMin pinches the bridge of his noise trying to contain himself from giving YooChun some slaps too.

The other merely stares sheepishly at the - now - closed bedroom door and ChangMin can't avoid adding a sarcastic "What was that again about a marvelous idea, hyung?"

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Conveniently asking YooChun to go pick some more pocky boxes from the supermarket nearest to their apartment (to which the boy went merrily so, wanting to avoid confrontation with his hyung-deul and the possibility of sleeping on the couch for the night) ChangMin walks by JaeJoong's room - where he and the leader are locked inside and from which the most suspicious sounds are coming from - curious.

Deciding not to try and poke at sleeping lions though - not that an eyeful would be a bad thing, but still - the youngest boy walks away, in direction of his own bedroom.

There inside, he quickly picks up his laptop and after a few clicks on it lets an amused sound escape his lips. "Tch'. You got nothing on me, hyung. Nothing." He laughs some more when thinking about his YooChun - the silliest person to ever exist - and shakes his head.

A couple more clicks and the screen turns off, just as a loud "ChangMinnie! I'm home with the pocky and some fresh ideas!" rings across the apartment.

ChangMin grins, at least sure these types of idea coming from YooChun are good ones. He gets up from the bed where he sited to be able to type and leaves the laptop on top of it.

Stopping at the door and glancing behind him, he casts one lingering look at the machine then leaves the room.

"And don't think that even with help you'll be able to win, hyung."

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/end chapter 01
(*)Bonnie Pink "Communication"

Ohoho. Silly shot chapter. And the plot ("erm, plot where?!" you ask) thickens. Not unlike some other things *coughcoughcough* which most likely will be happening in a JaeHo interlude. *beams* 8D

{DBSK} as sweet as it can be - PROLOGUE [su7en, yoomin, jaeho] (PG-13)

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 02:31:08 GMT

Eh. So it ended up being a prologue... hopefully I'll have the strenght to work on the other chapters. XD;;
It's dedicated to Reece unnie (wedschilde), of course! ♥ As a late birthday gift that I hope she enjoys, even if the rest will come very, very slowly, most likely. 8D;; ~~Please to not be drawing any pervy conclusions from that, kthnx.~~
Oh, and out_of_words24 love, your JaeHoMin is almost done. I just am having some issues with the actual smex, so it's taking more time than I thought it would. But soon. I promise. *grins*

Author: Maryl Z.
Title: As Sweet As It Can Be
Pairing: Se7en/Junsu, YooChun/ChangMin, YunHo/JaeJoong
Rating: PG-13 (for now, later NC-17, most likely)
Form: Chaptered and WIP *gaspu*
Content: Canon (but not really, as usual)
Genre: ~~laskjdalskjd I DUNNO!~~ Humor, romance, a tad of angst, maybe? :3;;;
Warnings: Unbeated (because, eh, still working on it, ne?)
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events, nor is based on reality. It is not factual, only fiction. ~~Damn.~~
Summary: Revenge can be as sweet as pocky. Too bad not all enjoy its taste.

Sequel to Let Me. My Min7en, YooMin long-ish one-shot. 8D

/prologue
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Still the thought of revenge doesn't escape his mind. He's not one that others would usually call crafty, but he definitely has his own way of making things happen. Right now, his situation is quite good, but the need to get back at the one that put him through so much agony before doesn't ever seem to go away, and he really isn't the type to just let go. He might need a bit of help though, to both plot and execute, especially since he's now dealing with a master in the art of manipulation. Good for him then, that he's got the perfect partners in crime.

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"I need your help." The low, smooth voice falls right into the juncture of his neck and ChangMin shivers.

When that's all the reaction he gets YooChun blinks, not finding it nearly enough - is his charm not working anymore? "You're not moving!" He complains, walking around the couch to sit by the younger boy's side.

ChanMing's only raises his head a bit and, through his glasses, give YooChun a look. "I'm reading." He carefully marks the part where he stopped with a finger then properly looks at the other boy. "And don't you dare touch that pocky." He slaps YooChun's hand from the red box in between them. "It's mine!"

Pouting, YooChun crosses his arms and stares at the other boy until ChangMin caves in - not without a weary sigh - and let's YooChun grab a few. Smiling around the sweet, the older boy moves closer, resting his head on ChangMin's shoulder, who finally gives up on his book, making himself more comfortable - arms closing around YooChun. "So what do you need help with, anyway?"

Chewing on his last stick of pocky, YooChun shoots a longing look at the now empty red box. "With that thing."

ChangMin freezes for a second, but recovers quickly, quirking an eyebrow at the other boy. "What are up to now, hyung?" YooChun's gives him a dirty look hearing that, but ChangMin only goes on, taping the boy's forehead. "I don't trust the silly things that come out of here."

A sudden growl escapes YooChun's mouth and he pounces on the younger boy - book and a empty pocky box ending up all over the floor. He fixes both hands on each side of ChangMin's head, keeping the boy caged. "But I do have some very good ideas sometimes, no? Donsaeng. Don't you remember last night and the pockies you like so much?"

When ChangMin shivers again, YooChun's smirk grows. "Ready to hear my idea now?"

Eyes opening quickly, ChangMin scowls, pushing YooChun away from him and sitting up. "Fine. So talk already."

Smugly, YooChun arranges himself on the sofa, making a big production of it all, and ChangMin barely contains himself from rolling his eyes, sure that this is all done to irritate him. So much for calm, peace and alone time with a good book.

"Well, my dearest. Let me tell you all about my marvelous idea..."

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"Nah. JaeJoong-ah." A hand shakes his shoulders, but he pushes it away, crunching up his noise in annoyance and snuggling his pillow more.

"JaeJoong-ah!" Once again the hand, and damn, can't he just have a few minutes of uninterrupted sleep?

"Jae!" This time, instead of the annoying hand, a quick sweep of a tongue on his exposed neck almost makes him jump out of the bed in surprise. Barely escaping from kissing the ground, he turns around in bed only to come face to face with grinning YunHo.

JaeJoong then makes good use of his now - forcefully - abandoned pillow to whack the other boy in the head, not only once, nor twice, but - gleefully - a couple of times. His afternoon nap is sacred and no one should interrupt him. Not even his delicious piece of a boyfriend.

A whinnying sound makes him stop though, and he places his pillow again on the bed, fluffing it lovingly - longingly - before glaring at the younger boy now sprawled on the bed. "What?"

Pouting, YunHo tries to come closer, but then realizes JaeJoon's glare is not withering and changes plans halfway in, sitting cross-legged and looking at the other boy with a serious expression.

Suspicious, JaeJoong starts moving backwards, picking up his pillow again and using it as a shield. "What?" He scowls, then gasps when his back hits the headboard.

In that moment, YunHo grins harder than ever - mission complete - and pounces.

They end up rolling around in the bed, JaeJoong once again barely missing falling to the floor when - completely annoyed - he almost kicks the younger boy. When finally YunHo pins JaeJoong long enough to sit on top of him, the oldest has already given up on being mad and is patiently waiting for the other to get to the point.

"Nah, JaeJoong-ah. YooChun came to ask me for a favor." Hearing his captive's gasp of shock, YunHo grins. "And I said we'd help him out."

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"I cannot believe it." There's an obvious pout in the younger boy's voice.

"Well, baby, you have to admit at least one particular person would want some revenge, no?" And smugness in the elder’s.

A resounding slap is heard and then the movement of one - annoyed - boy getting up from a bed. "Don't call me that. You always come up with the most awful pet names. And no! Why would he want revenge? I'm cute. No one hates me. See?" Again, the pouty lips.

"Oh I see." A smirk falls to taller boys’s face, and he gets up too – not annoyed, but amused at the other’s drama. He comes to rest at the other's back, arms closing around him. "I see you're trying to make me throw you on that bed again. Baby."

The younger boy growls. "I should throw you out of that door! Are you trying to make me mad? I have a serious situation here to take care of." He crosses his arms, and turns his head, not caring at all for the other’s nips at his neck.

There's a rolling of eyes from the older boy and another bite on the tempting skin in his immediate sight. "As if you haven't dealt with them before."

A whine escapes the youngest mouth, but he finally gives in, letting the other pull him in the direction of the bed again. "Not the four of them at the same time."

Se7en grins. "But now you have me to help you, JunSu-of-the-evil-machinations-and-hot-moving-hips."

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/end prologue

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*snorts* My mind... it wanders, I swear.
Comments, loves? 8D♥ Should I bother continuing this? :D;;;
Oh! And does anyone know where I can find Crystal Kay's songs? I've listened to hers "I like it" and well, I like it. XD But I dunno where to find more~

{random} roadtrips are funfunfun~! :3

z.maryl@gmail.com — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 05:30:39 GMT

Sorry guys, just a quick update to let you all know I'll be ~~MIA~~ in interwebless land until Tuesday. :D;; It's holiday here (weee!) and I'll go on a ~~sort of~~ roadtrip with my dad to visit my grandparents in the west. XD
It'll probably be fun and when I get back I promise to:

♦ Answer rhidana's meme. (Sorry bb, I take forever with everything. T^T)
♦ Give yaoi_hoshi detailed feedback on her awesome fic!
♦ Post at least a preview of my newest fic. ~~Anyone remember that Su7en idea I had? XD;;~~
♦ Release my crappy version of Utada Hikaru's Fly me to the Moon. *snorts* It's crappy, I swear.
♦ Maybe show you guys some of the pictures from my trip? Anyone interested in that? 8D
~~♦ Stop babbling so much. u_u;;~~

Don't forget to let me know if something major happens in the DBSK/SuJu/Henry world. M'kay? :D
See you guys later~ ♥

{random} They just are...

z.maryl@gmail.com — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 03:15:29 GMT

GOOD things: :D

1) I'm still alive! XD;; OMG! The craziest, most tiring weekend I had, I kid you not. ~~I'll probably will bable about later.~~
2) Ride on. OF COURSE! \*___*/
3) Getting to know SuJu a bit better. THANKS SO MUCH TO THOSE THAT HELPED ME WITH RECS, M'KAY? :DDD I'm still know litte but it allows me to read fic, so all's gooooood~ :3
4) DBSK old songs that I can't stop listening too, and OMG why didn't I get addicted to "All Rise" like, AGES AGO? I feel so outdated. XD;;; *doesn't really care* XD

BAD things: D:

1) Wank. Even though I have no idea what it really was about... wank is NOT good. It is sometimes funny, though XD There were two, right? The ZOMG I SEE HAIR SuJu wank and the BITCH PLEASE JAEHO IS SO REAL wank, riiiight~? 8D
2) Me being too tired to comment properly. ~~Backtrack, much? I can't even think about it. ;_;~~
3) Not having finished intro!post. D8 I shucks, sorry. Will try to do it very soon, promise!
4) DBSK boys being so friggin' far away... D:? ~~It's a given. u_u;~~ Me no likes thinking about that.
5) Fanfic that does not magically write itself. See me fail at multitasking. :|
6) Warm weather that turns cold. ~~Oh, spring, where are thou? T^T~~

And because the bad!list is bigger than the good!list, something cute to cheer me up:

WASN'T HE JUST THE CUTEST EVAH! :DDDDDD! *pinches* ~~And he sooo knows it. XD~~
Okay, those GIA pics just kill me every time. SRSLY. *_*

...and how come I didn't know these boys when they were this cute? D: I feel all weird liking their past selves... but if I had known about them at the right time, I would've been their age. ~~Just like now, duh. Aren't I the smart one! XD;;;~~ And it wouldn't have been weird. :D;;;

I still like them, though. u_u;
The pics. Yeah.
~~DBSK too, of course. XD~~

{DBSK} Unbelievable~ ♥

z.maryl@gmail.com — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 19:35:23 GMT

What? I can't believe this... o_o;
*checks f-list again*

NO ONE POSTED THIS YET? :O

[Do click for a bigger image, honeys. Do click. *o*]

2nd Artist Book ~ SHINE

credits: the lovely already ♥ & bestiz

OMG! YunHo, you truly are so beautiful~~ :DDD♥
~~I want to lick your neck. IDO!~~

And I am completely spamming, but I saw lots of Mins, and Chuns... and I know some will do the Jaes and the Sus, so: LET THE HO BE DONE BY ME! MWAH. >3

PS: Do continue with the profiles, lovelies. ♥ *chus*
EDIT: Took of the cut because it's leaderssi, damnit. He doesn't need no stinking cut. >D

{random} JunSu~! Come back to Brazil! T^T

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Sep 2007 19:40:15 GMT

UGH. I'm dying inside. I SRSLY am. D8
So JunSu was in Brazil... He WAS HERE! \@_@/
And he went away already. ;___;
I didn't get to see him live! I DIDN'T.
Gosh, what kind of fan am I? I'm so disappointed. T^T
JUST A COUPLE OF HOURS AGO JUNSU WAS IN MY COUNTRY! @___@
I can't wrap my mind around that...
Fine. Whatever. As said to mama, I'll see them live in Japan or Korea one day.
I will! ù_úo
And hm... again rumors of them braking up? D: I think not.
Now they're on top, why would SM want to break up the group? :O Makes no sense whatsoever.
Fans. Tsk, tsk.

OH! And does anyone around here likes tennis? Did anyone watch the US OPEN?
Did anyone see Nadal? And Moya? And Federer? And that one cute 20 years-old boy I forget the name but I think it's from Serbia? 8D
I want tennis!smex people. GIMME FEDERERxNADAL. PLEEEEEASE. XD

JunSu! ;_;
*dies*

{meme} 「東方神起/동방신기 friending meme」

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Sep 2007 07:42:16 GMT

Totally pimping, because it's worth it.
We ARE all fangirls, right? :3~ And making new friends is like sunshine and warm tasty coffe. ♥
Clicky, click, loves.

「東方神起/동방신기 friending meme」

I still haven't gone through all the comments, and sleep is making me brain fuzzy and not witty. D8
~~I want to add more fun people I saw there!~~
~~Shall do the rest tomorrow. Mwah.~~ DONE! :DDD
But, mustn't forget:

HELLO SHINY BRAND NEW FRIENDS! ♥♥♥
Shiny happy people... ♫

EDIT-o: NO MORE LIST BECAUSE I FAIL AT KEEPING TRACK! 8D;;

~~More tomorrow, I hope. >3~~ Yup. More. Done. So happy! :3~
*smooches all*

~~I'M STILL ADDING MORE PEOPLE, SO WAAAAH. IF YOUR NAME AIN'T THERE, IT WILL BE SOON. O_O *breathes* I'm making a list because I'm bad with names. XD;~~ And uh, introductory post... it will be necessary, I think? 8D; I'll do one later. Promise. :DDD

{DBSK} Getting Married [JaeHo, YooMin] (PG-13)

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sat, 08 Sep 2007 18:15:55 GMT

Author: Maryl Z.
Title: Getting Married
Pairing: JaeJoong/YunHo, (mentioned) ChangMin/YooChun
Rating: PG-13
Form: Short One-shot (around 970 words)
Content: Canon (hehehe)
Genre: Fluff 8D
Warnings: Un-betaed. Just a silly little thing that was gathering dust on my hd. It's based on that one bigeastation show where JaeJoong and YunHo say they want to marry each other. It's the 11th one, and here's the link. ;3
Disclaimer: This story does not portray actual events. It is not factual, only fiction.
Summary: JaeJoong suffers a bit of embarrassment over things said on air, but JunSu ends up getting the blunt of the joke, as usual. XD

After the radio-show JunSu is all laughs around the both of you.

You have that awkward smile on your face that doesn't really mean anything to you but happens to be mysterious enough to fool the others, and YunHo just keeps rolling his eyes a lot at every giggling female that passes by. You can't regret making the joke now, but you dearly want to figure out who's the responsible for choosing the emails you all get to read and answer.

Walking through the studio's rooms, you make the others follow you at a fast pace. All the whispering behind hands (and that one guy you just knew was gay giving you the once over) is just too much to bear.

Outside, you quickly enter the van, and though the ride back to the apartment isn't anymore weird than usual, you feel apprehensive enough. With YooChun and ChangMin left home alone - even if there's no telling whether they actually heard the show - this one time, you honestly can't tell if you prefer they behaved themselves or not.

It's embarrassing anyway, but you don't like being the center of the joke if you can help it.

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All the lights are off when you get home, and JunSu quickly turns them on while loudly calling for the two remaining boys, fast steps leading him to the bedroom.

You cringe, already moving to run after him when a hand on your arm stops you.

YunHo gently pulls you to him, closing the door as he does so. You let yourself go, nose finding his neck to rest against, arms sliding around his waist as his enlace your shoulder.

"JaeJoong-ah." There's laughter in his voice. "You don't have to get mad." He tightens his hold around you. "I really like your cooking, okay?"

You let a sound of protest as he says that, hand raising then falling on his butt as you turn your face to pout at him. "And that's the only thing you like?"

The childish tone in your voice takes him by surprise - as much as your sudden action - and he blinks, taking one of his hands to rub the place you just slapped. "Well..."

You make a face and bite him in the jaw. "You sure about that?" You lick - slowly - up until you find his earlobe, teasing it. "...aren't I very good at something else too?"

YunHo lifts an amused eyebrow - mouth turning into a grin - and pushes you against the wall, quickly using his body to press you against it. "I'm very good at that too, JaeJoong-ah".

He traps both of your hands on his, lips finding that one spot on your neck, working at it until you moan out loud and start moving against him. YunHo's mouth covers yours - the back-and-forth motion still only teasing - as your tongues find each other. You struggle to get the upper hand, not really liking the fact that YunHo's more amused than turned on, when three shrieks interrupt you.

It's a cacophony of voices, but the loudest one - surprisingly, YooChun's - can be clearly heard. "JunSu! Do you not know how to knock on a damn door?!"

The boy in question quickly backs away from the half-opened bedroom door, seconds before it is slammed on his face, and from inside the room comes a muffled voice "Hyung! You should have locked the door! Don't go blaming the others-" that quickly stops when the click of a lock failing into place is heard.

YunHo lets go of your hands - body convulsing with laughs - and you find your eyes drawn to JunSu – frozen in the hall - and smirk, enjoying the horrified look on boy's face when he sees your own compromising position. "Don't look at me like that." You resume the rocking of your body against YunHo's, one free hand rising to cup his neck, the other pointing to the bedroom. "You caught them in the act, first."

YunHo - body still a bit weak from all the laughing - quickly raises his head, taking his mouth from its resting place on your neck. "We're not living in sin, at least." He grins at the dazed JunSu, "We're the married couple, right?" and you - finally - laugh at JunSu's shocked face and fast retreat to the workroom.

Taking your hand, YunHo moves away from you for a moment then, leading you to the sofa and pulling you down to sit on it. You raise an eyebrow - amused - but comply. He beams at you "JunSu will probably be locked in there for a while." and pushes your body to lie down on the smooth surface. "And the bedroom is already in use."

You bite your lip when YunHo's hands rest on your chest. "He's plotting revenge, and you know that."

He straddles your body "He probably is..." giving you a wicked grin. "...but right now is our honeymoon, BooJae." He whispers against your mouth. "We should just enjoy it."

You laugh again, licking his bottom lip - so close - and wrap your arms around him. "Except it isn’t our first one."

YunHo growls a bit when you start moving your fingers against his back, under his shirt. "We can have as many as we want to." He pushes your shirt up, too, removing it - leaving your hair all over the place - and gently bites one of your nipple.

You moan, hands clutching at his back, mind already in shut down process from what is about to happen. "Well..." you grin at the obvious want in his eyes "... let's make it a memorable one then."

And when YunHo finds himself underneath you, shocked eyes wide open, you give a wicked laugh. "You play the wife this one time, okay, Yunnie?"

THE END.

It's really just a silly thing. XD; But it was practically complete, I just had to re-arrange some words... and it's been a while I posted anything fic related. 8D; Erm. I hope it was fun a fun read, at least. :Þ
OH! And, finding grammar mistakes, please let me know~! ♥

{rant} THSK fight-o~!

z.maryl@gmail.com — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:48:39 GMT

This is a mini rant. Pass along if you're not in the mood to read my whining. Seriously.

I've read this a lot these past days and so, many of you probably have done the same. A couple of people on my f-list even themselves wrote about this, and frankly I'm annoyed at myself that I must go with the trend.

I cannot read about the THSK/DBSK debate anymore.

People, knock it OFF.

That's like putting their Japanese!self against their Korean!self, when we all know their is no such thing. Only one self for each of the boys, not matter how much you'd like to separate them in different entities.

People behave in different ways in different situations and places. Their Japanese songs are lovely, their vocals have improved, they're learning more and more about the language AND they are still the same boys, perhaps just a bit more grown up and comfortable in their own skin.

They have changed because that's what people do with the passing of the years, and being immersed in a different culture would - yes - influence them. So sorry that they do not behave like children anymore and are maturing in their sounds too.

So, just shut up about their Korean stuff being better. That new online single is pretty, but not very much different from their usual stuff. How can you compare and say "Aha! Korean is so much better than Japanese." when there's nothing new there, and they're experimenting with so many things in Japan? [EDIT: That is not to say I didn't like the new single. It's pretty and their harmonization kills, as usual. Just saying that, it's not a very innovative song.]

I, for one, do not want them to hurry up and get back to Korea, because right now I'm feeling spiteful and want others to suffer. (May all that complained about their Japanese singles have to wait a long while for new Korean songs. Amen.)

Of course, they have to please their audience, but they've changed from the days of their debut. It's silly to think they'd forever stay the same. Fans are weird when they want the artist to be just one thing, and ugh, teenagers are annoying wanting DBSK to be just one more boyband.

They are not. They evolved. And I hope, for their sakes (because we all know how much they care about their fans and how much they worry about these things) that their fans change for the better too, and accept them as they are.

Grow up people. And stop stressing me because I'm young myself and do not enjoy feeling like the only adult around.

Oh, and this was not directed at anyone in particular, since - yes! - everyone's entitled to their opinion. But, you know, my LJ, my rules, I can whine here all I want. :D

It's not necessary to comment either, unless you feel seriously annoyed by this like I'm feeling right now. >D

... and officially, this discussion tops even the bad!fic discussion. Ugh. u_u;

Oh, and wedschilde unnie, didn't I say I was writing crack!fic for you? It's very, very late, but I'm almost done with it! Yay! \8D/

{meme & random} HEY BABE! GET IT UP FOR LOVE! ♥

z.maryl@gmail.com — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 22:07:40 GMT

Okay. I'm here. Late. Better than never. Y/y? :D
So, I was tagged by clicheterms and here's the meme.

1. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself. 2. Tag seven people to do the same. 3. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say that you tag whoever wants to do it.

1. Quirk: I cannot sleep in total darkness. For real. There's gotta be a minimal light on. In warm color, preferably. XD
2. Fact: I despise much-ly the japanese version of "the way u are". Hideous. Awful. Hear it and cringe.
3. Habit: Postponing not-so-important things. It's a bad one, I know. But I do too much. I have to NOT do some things too...
4. Fact: I wake and the first thing I do is turn my computer on. Then the TV. Then I go to the bathroom. XD
5. Fact: I'm an only child. Mhm.
6. Fact: If you tell me "don't forget...", I will.
7. Fact: I LOVE singing. I do it all the time. Music just takes me too a better place. <3

And I'm tagging... Hm. Lessee. *ponders*
bel_chan
dreamsofastoria
fei_away
feyla
hyungie
prestonsbarr
rain_streaked
thisistony
sushikabob89
wedschilde
yaoi_hoshi
There's 11. Some might've done it already. I know some are traveling. Just covering all the bases? XD Oh, and if you were tagged... don't bother doing if you don't want to either. :D

For some RL updates, here's what's going on with me:
-college has started again => boring! D:
-singing lessons in full force => fun! :D
-started dancing classes => double fun! :DD
-japanese course still happening => test tomorrow! wish me luck, loves! :X
...and cut. Haha. I'm so funny. (NOT!) My life isn't really crazy, but I haven't been working the hours quite right, so my fic!writing time is suffering. I have had some ideas, and I started some new stories, but haven't finished them yet. Hm. >_<
But, there will be one for wedschilde! Crack for the unnie, because she wanted to write one the other day and we talked a bit about it and ideas started to pop up. AND. An angsty fic for rain_streaked, because she wasn't finding many of them? Kinda late, but that's me, as usual. XD;

So, f-list. What has been going on with you guys? :D Come on! Amuse me with some RL stories. I have none. I'm boring. ~~I get home from school and cry every day. T_T~~ Okay. Time to get back to those DL I've been doing. Anyone likes Tokyo Jihen around here..?
Hey, babe! Get it up, get it up for love...! ~♫