The Ultimate Love

The EroBot --04

2009-11-20T15:40:26Z

Title: The EroBot
Chapters: ?
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Summary:
Junsu, a workaholic and gay, doesn't have time for dates. When EroBot was released into the market, he bought it at a wimp to get his rocks off. Little did he know what he's getting...

Harbouring a major crush on Junsu, Yoochun thought it's time to show Junsu a new, unforgetable pleasurable world by disguising as Erobot with a little help from his best friend. Everything goes well, until Junsu bumped into Yunho, his new hot neightbour.

Junsu can't get his mind off EroBot, even though he started seeing Yunho. But he knew he had to. After all, he's just a robot, isn't he?

A/N: Enjoy ^^

{ 01 | 02 | 03 }

xxx 04 xxx

The young guy waited for Jaejoong. He pulled the pen from behind his ears and signed the papers for the EroBot to be delivered. Chuckling, he gave the papers back.

“Deliver on time, please.” Jaejoong walked back towards his work station to make sure the monitoring programs were on for his actual project on a smart pet robot.

“Ok.” The guy nodded and pulled the cap lower on his head.

Jaejoong watched the guy go. What a nice piece of... never mind. He hung his coat at the coat hanger, grabbed his briefcase and car keys. It was time to head home after a long day. Hopefully Yoochun would be fine...

This was the strangest project he agreed on. It was a hoax to help Yoochun. He wouldn’t be caught dead doing sex-related project. Blushing furiously, Jaejoong made sure he locked his office before walking down the aisle, waiting for his lift.

***

His heart felt like bursting from the excitement. Junsu bit his lower lip as he signed the papers. The words seemed gibberish to him, so he didn’t bother reading, trusting it wasn’t anything bad.

“There.” Junsu gave back the papers, which the guy looked through to confirm that Junsu had signed them.

“Thank you.” The guy smiled. Junsu nodded and shut the door, staring at the life size box vertically lying on the floor.

“What to do with you?” Junsu furrowed his brows, thinking of what to do, now that this... this... thing was finally in his house.

I must be crazy to have bought this sort of thing! What was I thinking?

Taking a deep breath seemed to help calm his jittery nerves. He picked up the A4 size thin booklet. It read, User Manual. I’m sure there’s a button or something. Shrugging, Junsu tore the hard cardboard box to find a naked man. Breathtakingly hot. It had a nicely toned body with a limp cock that looked beautiful, cut and most probably thicker than usual when erect. Junsu licked his lips and rubbed his tenting shorts.

“Now, what do I do?” Junsu looked for the User Manual that got mixed up with torn packaging. “Damn, where the heck is it?”

He spotted the white paper and grinned. “Now, let’s see.”

All EroBots automatically recharged themselves when they sleep. They need 8 hours to sufficiently work on fully charged body. For starters, to get your male EroBot moving...

“...You will need to suck EroBot’s cock till he comes to power up?!” Junsu gasped. “What the hell!?”

No way. This can’t be happening. He had to suck a robot’s cock to power up? How ridiculous is that?

“No way...” Junsu pouted. He poked the EroBot’s abs and felt an electric pulse shot through him all the way to his cock from the contact.

“Fuck.” Junsu felt breathless. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking that beautiful cock.

Gulping, he held EroBot’s hips with one hand, while the other cupped its cock. Hmm, it even smelt like male. The scientist who made these must be a genius and very detail-oriented. Junsu sniffed again, growing much more aroused. He licked the underside of the cock before closing his lips around the head.

***

Fuck! Yoochun wanted to scream. And come. Right there and then. He had to will his cock to not get too over excited. His cover would be blown into pieces if he did. He almost blew it when Junsu made that first touch on his abs. Naturally, his cock had a mind of its own and wanted to stand upright. Yoochun had to think of something gross to make it stay limp, like a grandma with flabby arms and legs in g-strings. Yuck. But that did it. His cock grew limp and he was saved. Phew.

Yoochun wanted to peek... wanted to see his cock disappearing inside Junsu’s mouth, in and out. It would be such an erotic picture. Forcing himself not to moan, Yoochun let Junsu licked a line of fire from the base of his cock to the plump head, now oozing with pre-come.

Soft hands fondled his balls, now drawn tight, awaiting release. The hot mouth and suction made it almost impossible not to groan. But he had to keep quiet. He was going to come. Very soon.

***

Junsu slipped his free hand into his shorts. He pumped his painfully hard erection to the same rhythm of his other hand that was pumping EroBot’s delicious cock while his mouth lapped up the endless pre-come.

“Uhn, so good.” Junsu groaned. He felt the body beneath his lips tremble slightly. Without warning, come shot into his mouth. Junsu swallowed them hungrily, loving the taste of it.

Once, he was sure he’d drink all the come; Junsu wiped his mouth with the back of hand. Somewhere between the time of him swallowing come and sucking it dry, he must have come too because splatters of come decorated the tiled floor.

“You taste so good.” Junsu looked at the EroBot whom was now sitting upright with half-closed lids.

“Thanks, Master.” The EroBot said with a hint of amuse.

He looked so real, it’s hard to believe he’s a robot. What a genius creation. Even semen tasted so real... so good.

“I’m Junsu. You are?” Junsu held out his hand which the robot shook.

“Micky.”

Junsu smiled. “Ok, Micky...” He stood up.

“Where are you going, Junsu?”

“I’m going to get a wet cloth to clean us up. Then I’m going to get you dressed. I can’t have you walking around naked.” Junsu disappeared into the bathroom only to reappear with a cloth in hand.

“Why not? Don’t you like it?” Micky grinned. He liked Junsu’s soft touches, cleaning the drying come.

“Oh, I do. But I’ll be jumping you twenty-four-seven if you do so.”

Micky laughed. “Your pleasure is my command.”

Junsu shook his head. “Are you programmed to do anything else?”

“Hmm, let me run through,” Micky closed his eyes as though thinking of his programmed brain. “I can do things normal humans do like, clean the house, cook.”

“Good!” Junsu pulled Micky into the bedroom. “Now, let’s sleep. I’m tired.”

“Ok.” Micky spooned Junsu and they drifted into sleep.

***

In the middle of the night, Yoochun woke up with his arms wrapped around Junsu. He liked the warmth. He’d let Misha take care of the cafe for a month. Yoochun only had to make phone calls to make sure things were ok, and drop by once in awhile. He had one month to seduce Junsu. Yoochun can only hope Junsu won’t regret what they did just now.

He can worry about revealing himself later. Now, he had to make Junsu fall for him, no matter how wrong it was given the circumstances.

***

Ah, this must be the best dream ever. A hot shaft slid into his hot tunnel, hitting his prostate at every stroke. Junsu moaned. He felt fire licking all over his body. A hand fondled with his balls, and the other stroking his hard cock, leaking with so much pre-come. He was lying on his side, and being penetrated deliciously.

“Ah, so good. Faster.” Junsu panted. The hand pumped faster and so did the cock in his ass.

“Going to come.” A low rumble vibrated against his back. Junsu pushed back against the warm body.

“Argh!” Junsu tilted back against the stranger’s shoulder as his release exploded out of him.

A moment later, the cock in his ass throbbed and shot so much come, he felt them trickling out of his hole.

He blinked at the sudden bright sunlight. What a fantastic dream.

“You are amazing, Junsu.” A voice whispered.

Junsu stiffened.

***

Oh. God. No. Please.

“Ah! Who the fuck are you!?” Junsu scrambled out of bed, falling off the edge... fortunately landing on his butt.

Yoochun scrubbed his face. This wasn’t what he had in mind.

“I’m Micky, your EroBot. The one who just fucked your brains out just now.”

Junsu’s eyes widened. “Hell no! It was a dream!”

“You can check you come-filled ass for proof.” Yoochun said nonchalantly.

He watched Junsu spreading his thighs. A finger gingerly brushed over his still wet hole. By just watching him touch himself, Yoochun wanted to fuck him through the floor.

“What the fuck!? You raped me!” Junsu cried out. His lips trembled. Eyes filled with unshed tears.

“You wanted it.”

“I would’ve never let a... a robot fuck me!” Junsu shouted at him.

Yoochun looked away, trying to calm himself. “Too bad you just did.”

“Ah! No way!” Junsu moved back when Yoochun made a move towards him. “Bad robot! Don’t move, you idiot. “

Yoochun burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Junsu got up from the floor.

“You. Are. So. Cute. Junsu.” Yoochun stepped forward, and as if on cue, Junsu turned and ran towards the bathroom, slamming the door in his face.

“Ow, fuck. My nose.” Yoochun slid down onto the floor, clutching his nose. “You are so going to pay for my nose!”

“Do robots even care?” Came the reply from the other side of the door.

Yoochun smiled and whispered so softly, he’d bet Junsu could hardly hear him. “This one does.”

To be continued...

A/N: Comments would be nice as usual... haha how did the meeting go?

The EroBot --03

2009-11-19T13:29:46Z

xxx 03 xxx

Changmin watched his best buddy eating his strawberry ice-cream in the most strangest yet erotic somehow. Junsu would stick his tongue out, before closing his lips around the ice-cream. Very erotic. Not that he’d admit it out loud.

“So, you’re sure he’d like it?” Changmin asked in between bites of his Banana Split.

“Of course, he will. He’s not some kid.” Junsu shrugged.

“Are you implying he’s old?”

“No. I’m just saying his old enough to appreciate silk underwear.”

“He’ll look so sexy; I can come in my pants.” Changmin grinned at Junsu’s disgusted face.

“I don’t want to know.” Junsu held up both hands in surrender.

Changmin smirked. “Oh, you have to know, he is sex on legs. And a very powerful Neantherdal. He makes me come so much, I’m still begging for more.”

Junsu paled. “Shut up.”

“See, what you get when you’ve got a loving partner. You need to get a life, Smartie.”

“I have a life.” Junsu insisted, digging into his pocket for his Blackberry. He checked the new message.

“Who?”

“No one important.” Junsu lied. It was a message from Forward Inc., the company that made EroBot.

Thank you, Mr. Kim. Your EroBot will arrive tomorrow around seven in the evening. All you have to do is sign the one month contract and you’re free to test it. Have fun!

Junsu hid his gleeful grin. Oh, he can’t wait to try out.

A loud dance pop song played from across Junsu. He watched Changmin answered. His face took on a love dazed shade. He didn’t have to be Einstein to know who was on the other end.

“Hey, Professor, what’s up?” Changmin mouthed Andie’s name at Junsu, which he in turned rolled his eyes skywards.

“Sweetheart, where are you?” Andie asked as he shifted his papers into the folders.

Warmth crawled all over him at the sound of Andie’s deep, husky voice. Changmin licked his lips when he remembered that voice groaning in throes of passion just hours ago.

“I’m just out eating ice-cream with Junsu.”

Andie chuckled. “Have you eaten?” He picked his coat off the hanger and briefcase.

“Dinner? Nope.”

“How about dining out with me? I promise the best dessert.” Andie grinned at the locked door when he heard Changmin’s sudden intake of breath. That meant they were on the same wavelength. He waved at the security guard and made his way into the school’s car park.

“Oh, yummy. With whipped cream?” Changmin’s eyes widen when Andie suggested something so X-rated he couldn’t help but blush. “Fuck you.”

“Oh, that’s what I plan to do to you, Sweetheart.”

“Ok, meet you at the usual. See you, sexy.” Changmin ended the conversation with the stupidest yet dirtiest smile Junsu had ever seen.

“What the hell was that?”

“You don’t want to know.” He smirked at Junsu’s horrified face.

“You’re right. I don’t want to know.”

Changmin checked his watch. “I should get going. See you tomorrow, maybe.”

“I’ve got a day off tomorrow I think, but I’m going to catch up on my computer game.” Junsu grinned.

“Ok, ok. See you.” Changmin slid the plastic bag into his backpack and hefted it over his shoulder. “Bye, buddy.”

“Bye.”

Junsu finished his ice-cream and left. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow!

***

“Am I late?” Yoochun took off his shoes and put them on the racks beside the door. “Smells good.”

“Hey, you’re not late.” Jaejoong greeted his friend with a hug. “Got any exotic fruits for me?”

“Nah, but I’ve got some leftover cheesecake and latte for you.” Yoochun went behind Jaejoong and placed the paper cup on the dining table. He put the cake box in the refrigerator and helped set the table.

“Thanks. I’ve got good news.” Jaejoong poured the pasta into two plates.

Yoochun’s ears perked up. “What news?”

“Your little Junsu just agreed.”

“Oh my god! Yes!” Yoochun skipped slightly towards the kitchen, taking a bowl of mixed fruits with him. He couldn’t stop the hope swirling in his mind. Oh, maybe finally the time had come for their love to start.

It started the day he bumped into Junsu at the entrance of Coffeerary, his cafe cum library. Junsu had been looking down at his feet, lost in thought. He just mumbled sorry at Yoochun and made his way to the counter and ordered. Without wasting his chance to get the attention of this pretty angel, Yoochun had jogged towards the counter area and took over Misha’s job just for that one order. Yoochun made Junsu’s Americano with so much love and smiles, but all he got in return was a fleeting smile. Not even much eye contact to convey his feelings. Disappointed, Yoochun had run to Jaejoong that night to seek comfort for his broken heart.

Thanks to Jaejoong, and his encouraging words, Yoochun never gave up. You shouldn’t assume, Jaejoong had said. He was right though. Yoochun shouldn’t have assumed that Junsu had brushed him off. Well, his angel hadn’t verbally said it, right? So, why fret? He still had chance.

Yoochun came back to the present and settled in his seat, opposite of Jaejoong. “So, what are going to do now?”

“We do as planned.”

Yoochun smiled slyly. “Hmm, a month living with my angel. I couldn’t have asked for more.”

“Let’s hope it works.”

“I hope so.” Yoochun was grinning widely. Flashes of time spent with Junsu in the near future raced through his mind.

***

An hour ago, his best friend, Yoochun had left with a slight skip in his step. He must have been so happy. Jaejoong was glad he could help his friend in any way he could. Smiling at his reflection in the mirror, Jaejoong spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth.

While Yoochun might find his happiness soon, he was still too far from finding his own. Maybe one day, his Mr. Right would walk through his door, into his open arms. When? He didn’t know. Who would want a nerdy scientist whose second home is the lab?

Frankly, he wasn’t that bad-looking. His unnatural auburn hair was slightly longer than usual, which meant he needed a haircut some time soon. His eyes looked like it needed more sleep. His lips weren’t too thin, but looked kissable enough... he hoped. Sighing, he switched off the bathroom lights. He needed to sleep.

Tomorrow was Yoochun’s big day. He needed him. And all the luck in this world.

To be continued...

A/N: I can't wait for them to meet haha XD

The EroBot --02

2009-11-17T13:52:43Z

Title: The EroBot
Chapters: ?
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Summary:
Junsu, a workaholic and gay, doesn't have time for dates. When EroBot was released into the market, he bought it at a whimp to get his rocks off. Little did he know what he's getting...

Harbouring a major crush on Junsu, Yoochun thought it's time to show Junsu a new, unforgetable pleasurable world by disguising as Erobot with a little help from his best friend. Everything goes well, until Junsu bumped into Yunho, his new hot neightbour.

Junsu can't get his mind off Erobot, even though he started seeing Yunho. But he knew he had to. Afterall, he's just a robot, isn't he?

A/N: Chp 2 is up.. enjoy! =] Comments are nice. Can you believe it, this page got 5 times more hits than the usual inactive days haha wow... thank you!

{ 01 }

xxx 02 xxx

His head was messed up with thoughts of having another body doing things to his. Junsu moaned. A shiver crawled up his spine, his cock slowly filling. Hmm, it sure had a mind of its own. He tugged his erection twice. Damn.

Junsu bit his lower lip. Should I sign up? Should I? Should I?

Click here to sign up.

He read again.

Click here to sign up.

Yes? No? Yes? No?

Click here to sign up.

What the hell. Junsu sucked on his lower lips and clicked. It led to a sign up page where he filled in his particulars. He hit “submit” and stared at the thank you page. He did it. Wow.

A shrill ring of his home telephone almost got him falling out of his chair. Junsu cursed the phone for disturbing his moment of peace.

He answered. “This better be good, Changmin.”

Changmin chuckled from the other end of the line. “Did I catch you at a wrong time? Don’t forget to clean your sticky phone.”

“Shut up! I haven’t done anything.” A deep red blush darkened Junsu’s cheeks.

“Yeah, right. Anyway, are you free after work tomorrow? My class ends early.”

“What do you have in mind?” Junsu made way into the kitchen while the cordless phone held up by his right hand. “If you’re setting up blind dates for me, forget it. I’ve had enough of that from my mom.”

Changmin’s laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not your mom.”

“Sometimes you act like one.” Junsu rolled his eyes, sinking his teeth into his sandwich.

“Only when you need some mothering from me.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Junsu shrugged. “So what is it about tomorrow?”

“It’s Andie.”

“What about Greek god?”

Junsu swore he heard Changmin almost... almost giggle. “His birthday’s next week and I need your input for his birthday present.”

Junsu groaned aloud. Shopping. Sucks. He hated shopping.

“Junsu.” Changmin growled in annoyance. “Come on, it’s not like you have any dates to warm you bed.”

“You suck. I hate you.” Junsu grumbled. He washed the plate and dried his hands.

“Yeah, I suck. And I like to suck. You don’t hate me.” He could almost see Changmin grinning in triumph.

“Fine, I’ll pick you up after school.” Junsu sighed. “Or do you want to wait at the lobby?”

“That’ll do! Ok, see you tomorrow at the lobby, buddy. Have a great night. Take care of those hands.” Changmin chuckled before he disconnected.

What is wrong with people I know today? Junsu put the phone back to its cradle and climbed into bed. He was too tired to think about his dick. Sleep sounded good.

***

Lights bathed the shop as Yoochun entered. He climbed up to the stairs that led to his office on the right, and the second level library on the left. The cafe wasn’t opened till another hour. He deposited the keys in the metal box on his desk. Yoochun jogged down to the cafe counter and switched on all the electronics. He was just about to make himself a cup of coffee when the front door opened.

“Hey, boss! Morning!” Misha grinned. She disappeared into the staff room behind the kitchen and reappeared, trying to tie the black apron.

“How’s your weekend?” Yoochun stirred in enough sugar and took a sip. He sighed.

“Good! I’m hungry. Mind if I take a bite?” She looked up and saw her boss nodding.

She grabbed a few slices of leftover sandwich from the refrigerator. The front door opened again. This time, it was Knight, the morning shift part-timer.

“Hey, morning!” Knight grinned at the smell of coffee. “Hmm, nothing beats the smell of morning coffee.”

“Could you get me a bagel?” Yoochun asked Misha.

Misha had the bagel in the microwave. Once, it dinged, she slid the plate across the long counter towards her boss.

“Thanks. I’ll be upstairs, in the library, if you guys need me.”

“Ok.” His workers said in unison.

Smells of coffee drifted across the cafe into the library area. The soft hiss of the coffee maker sounded soothing in his ears. Humming to the soft jazz music in his head, Yoochun began rearranging the books accordingly. By the time he was done, it was ten minutes before opening time.

Dusting the palm of his hands against his jeans, Yoochun made his way into his office. It was time. In a few minutes, his angel would strut in without a care for the world. He felt like a stalker, looking from behind the blinds. In exactly five minutes, his angel walked past the front single door and stood in front of the counter. Yoochun knew his angel usually ordered Americano, piping hot.

Today, he was dressed casually, but still as sexy as ever. Yellow skinny jeans hugged toned legs and that irresistible bubble butt. Pairing with it was a plain black t-shirt, red sneakers and a leather sling bag strapped across his torso. Yummy. Yoochun mentally slapped his head.

His eyes followed his angel’s every movement. His angel made way into his favourite booth, under the second level platform, just in front of the first floor library. He dropped his bag into the empty seat beside and removed a Blackberry. A paper fluttered out of his grasp. Yoochun licked his lower lips as his angel bend over to pick up the stray paper.

A flash of him humping that pretty boy caused a strain behind his zippers. Oh, Junsu, what did you do to me. Thanks to Misha, who’d been friendly enough to coax a name out of him.

Junsu baby, soon you’ll be mine. Soon.

***

Junsu sipped his coffee. A sigh escaped from his lips as caffeine cruised into him, making him feel so much more awake. He checked his Blackberry for any messages but found none. The cafe wasn’t fully packed yet since it was still too early. He liked it that way.

Scent of coffee and bread teased his senses. He felt so relaxed. One he had to cherish before stepping into his office. He hoped Lisa would give the green light to the song that he’d rewritten. She was one fussy singer. But he couldn’t blame her. She wanted only the best. And with him being a rookie, he felt kind of honoured to be writing songs for such a big star. Running a hand through his dark hair, Junsu slid his Blackberry into his jeans pocket and slung his bag over his shoulder. Time to go. Another long, long day ahead.

***

Yoochun watched Junsu go. Missing his presence, terribly. Sighing, Yoochun slid the blinds back into its original position and went back to work.

To be continued...

A/N: I hope it's starting good.. =] I could imagine Changmin's Greek god bf.... wow... XD

The EroBot --01

2009-11-16T14:37:59Z

xxx 01 xxx

He killed the engines. Cracking his neck, Junsu sighed when it gave an audible crack. He pocketed his keys and stepped out of his BMW. The short walk to the lift let him take in the smell of fresh flowers that lined the car park area. He pressed the up button and waited. With eyes almost dropping close, Junsu glanced at the blinking red lights that glared at him from the top of the lift doors. He stifled another yawn as the doors opened, and a young couple stepped out. They smiled at him, which he did the same in return. He had no idea what their names were. But he knew they lived a few doors down his corridor.

The lift swished close. He leaned back against the cold metal railing, cursing at the headache beating behind his eyeballs. It stopped at the twentieth floor. Junsu made a beeline towards his apartment.

He unlocked the door, and keyed the keypad to switch off the security alarm. Once done, he kicked off his shoes in random direction. He tossed his sling bag and keys onto the long coffee table.

“Don’t tell me it’s mom. Please, god, no.” Junsu prayed as he pushed the button to play his voicemail.

“Junsu dear, it’s me your mommy. Are you screening your calls now? I hope not. I know you’re there, honey. I just wanted to know if you’ve found a boyfriend. Your cousin, Lina’s wedding is next month. You better bring a date along or else...”

Junsu groaned. No way was he letting his mom put him up with random men. God, they were all disastrous. And bottom boys, which just didn’t do it for him because he liked to bottom. So, having two bottoms just don’t work. He pushed another button and answered.

“Mom.”

“Hey, honey, did you get my message?”

“Yes. No, dates please. I can find one on my own, ok?”

“No, you’re always so busy to meet nice men. Your right hand must be real tired from all that work.” His mom sighed.

“Mom! Stop it! I don’t want to hear about you talking about my sex life!” Junsu unbuttoned his white flannel shirt and the top of his Levi’s.

“I’m just concerned, Su.” His mom sighed. “You’re almost thirty and partner-less.”

“I’m not thirty yet, mom. I’m only twenty-five years young.” Junsu took a carton of mango juice from the refrigerator and drank straight from it.

“Junsu! Are you drinking straight from the carton again?” His mom’s voice boomed in the living room.

“No, I didn’t.” He lied. How in the world did she know anyway?

“Don’t lie, Junsu. I can hear it in your voice. I’m your mom, you know.”

“I know.” Junsu put back the juice and kicked the door closed. With some leftover bread and canned tuna mayo spread, he made himself a nice sandwich.

“Remember, next month. I’ll remind you again, honey. Take care of that hand. Bye, honey.” His mom disconnected and a soft swish of the overhead fan filled the room instead.

It was a month away. He had time. Worst case scenario, he’d just bring Changmin along. His best friend wouldn’t mind. Pushing the shirt of his shoulder, he balled it and threw it into the laundry basket near the washing machine located at the corner of the kitchen. Grinning at the perfect throw, he stepped out o his jeans, went into his bedroom and hung it at the coat’s hanging pole.

He stepped out of his briefs and kicked it aside. The hot shower felt good on his aching muscles. His soapy hands glided over smooth skin, teasing his puckered hole. Junsu moaned. He wanted to be fucked but he had no time to look for the man to pop his cherry. Grunting in frustration, Junsu moved his hands away from his erogenous zones.

Junsu stepped out of the bathroom, naked. He pulled off a hair towel from the metal railing opposite of the sink counter. Wringing his hair dry, he padded his way into his work room, pulling his bag from the sofa along the way. Sitting in the swirling leather chair, he powered up his laptop. He logged in and opened up his email.

Nothing interesting. The usual spam, spam, spam. He stopped.

A new way to waste away those single nights!

Junsu furrowed his eyebrows. What the heck. He clicked and read on.

EroBot, the new generation of Erotic Robots. Tired of spending your lonely, horny nights with just your hands and toys? Look no further! EroBots are designed to give you the most earth-shattering orgasm you will ever experience. With a choice of H-EroBot, a male version and S-EroBot, a female version, you will be spoilt for choice! They are programmed to meet you lustful needs by functioning like a real human! This is a trial period, and those sign up will get it for free for a month. There are limited slots, and it is first-come-first-serve basis. What are you waiting for? Sign up now!

Junsu gnawed on his lower lip. What should I do?

To be continued...

A/N: I hope it's good for a comeback... XD

[Original Fiction] In The Name Of Love

2009-11-07T13:59:34Z

This is a not so straight fiction (XD) written for a special someone. So, while I get my muse back (and looking through my plot notebook), please have a go at it though it's not NC-17. Feel free to comment. Please do not share this elsewhere. Thank you. =]

Title: In The Name Of Love
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Rating: NC-17 (due to the use of some words)
Summary: Anything for love. Anything.
A/N: I'm trying original fiction.. comments would be nice. Thank you =)
Download: here

Chris! Come quickly please! Please! It’s your apartment! Oh my god! Help me!
The line had gotten disconnected then. Chris couldn’t stop those words from playing in his head till now. His heart thudded loudly. It was deafening. Sweat rolled down his back. His forehead was slick with beads of unshed sweat. Chris pushed the unlocked door gently, taking in the eerily quiet room. The sudden coldness of the room slapped him in the face. He shivered.

“Ramona, are you there? The door was unlocked…” Chris spoke to the empty room.

The living room was untouched. The television sat motionless on top of a DVD player. The red unblinking light of the button stared back at him. Chris went around the sofa, which both he and Lawrence bought with their own money. It was Lawrence who had suggested they bought one so they could lounge more comfortably. He had agreed and it had been useful for all of his first year in college.

“Ramona?” Chris called out again. “Are you in here?”

Sobs. He heard them. Ramona. Shit.

“Ramona! Where are you, honey?”

Chris quickened his pace, following the direction of the sobs. It brought him to the front of his bedroom, which was adjacent to Lawrence’s. The door was slightly ajar. The sobs were more clearly heard now. Then, was the sound of blowing of one’s nose. Chris let the door creaked slightly under his touch, as he made his presence known.

“Is that you, Chris?” Ramona asked. Her voice sounded nasal due to her blocked nose.

She watched Chris make his way towards her. He was lovely. The most gorgeous guy she’d ever laid eyes on. Strong shoulders tapered to a slim waist, followed by long athletic legs encased in skinny jeans that hugged them like a second skin. His striped shirt was damp. Splotches of sweat here and there. Ramona patted the empty side of the bed on her right. Chris sat without hesitation. Worry lines marred his handsome face. His bright blue eyes now narrowed with shock and worry. She sensed his pulse skyrocketing. Chris was looked so confused and worried. His lips slacked when she continued studying him.

She loved him. So much. So much so, she lived and breathed for him. Ramona lifted her hands to cup his jaw. She leaned forward, breathing in his musky scent.

“Ramona honey?” Chris drew his eyebrows in confusion. “Are you alright, baby?”

“I should be.” She smiled slightly. The effort to do so was draining. And her heart was beating so painfully, crucially fast. She wanted him. So much. She was glad he came.

She sealed his lips before he could utter another word. His lips were soft and warm. They gave way to let her in without much probing. Their tongues mingled in a slow sensual dance. She slipped her hands into his hair, pulling him close. He bit on her lower lip as he wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her warmth. Ramona moaned. The touch sending electrified signals all the way south. She rubbed against his hardness till it got them both panting when they parted.

“I love you. So much.” Ramona whispered. Her eyes rimmed with unshed tears.

“I know, baby. I know.” Chris pulled her into his arms, hugging her close as she sobbed
uncontrollably.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Shh.. baby. I’ve got you.” He rubbed her back in slow strokes till her sobs died.

She hiccupped and shook her head. “How did you know I was here?”

“You told me you were at my place, remember?” Chris tucked some of the stranded dark hair behind her ears.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Ramona blew her nose.

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. So, what is it that you wanted to tell me? I don’t see anything wrong with my apartment, aside from your sobbing self.” Chris caressed her glistening cheeks. He didn’t know what had gotten into her. Something was wrong. Really wrong. But he wouldn’t know until she talked about it.

“It’s Lawrence.” Ramona wiped her eyes, to look at her boyfriend better.

Chris felt the lump in his throat. He rubbed his sudden sweaty palms against his thigh. A very bad feeling gnawed at his insides like a parasite feasting merrily. Lawrence was the best friend he adored and he would give his life for him to be happy. If something were to happen to him…

He looked up when Ramona tugged on his shirt sleeves, to stand. He almost stumbled over his own feet as he tried to walk at her pace to wherever she led.

“What’s wrong, Ramona? Why can’t you just tell me?” When she wasn’t going to answer, he grabbed her upper arm, spun her to face him.

“Just… look for yourself.” Ramona bit her lower lip.

Chris realized they had stopped in front of the apartment’s shared bathroom, right next to the kitchen. The opaque dark brown door felt cool against his knuckles as he tried to knock.

Once. No answer. Twice. No answer.

“Is something wrong?” Chris stared quizzically at the door, though his question was directed more towards his girlfriend, rather than himself or Lawrence for that mat ter.

Ramona patted her boyfriend’s shoulder. He turned. She pointed at the door. Knowing what she
meant, he turned the door knob and pushed them.

His heart was beating once again, too fast for comfort. Something was really wrong with his Lawrence. Wait. His Lawrence? He swallowed the bile in his throat as he ventured further into the bathroom. Everything looked the same as how he had left them except for the towel left rumpled near the basin. Articles of clothing piled on the other side of the sink, on the floor. Like how Lawrence like it. Shit. He dashed towards the bathtub. Fearing what he might have concluded might be true. Fuck no. Please don’t.

“Lawrence! Oh my god!” Chris shouted. His eyes widened. No. This can’t be. Can’t be. His Lawrence can’t be.

“I couldn’t save him.” Ramona bit her lower lip, as she watched Chris staring at Lawrence’s body with so much heartache and sadness. It killed her.

There in the bathtub lay his best friend. Motionless. In. Red. Blood. His eyelids were closed. His usually tanned skin looked slightly pale. Angry red lines marred Lawrence’s once beautiful wrist. Chris heard sobs and tried to ignore it while he reached out to touch what was left of his buddy. When he felt hot tears dripping off his chin and onto his hands, only then did he realized that he was the one crying. Not Ramona. But him. He was crying. For someone he loved. And lost.

“I’m sorry.” The voice behind him spoke with so much coldness. It shocked him to the core.

He spun around. Pupils grew as white as he grew pale. Fear. Oh my god. No.

***

ONE YEAR AGO
“Hi, I’m Lawrence.” Chris looked at the big guy who stood a couple of inches than where he stood at six foot. He took his outstretched hand, noticing the calloused palms.

“Play lots of sports?” Chris asked, with hands still clasped in Lawrence’s. “I’m Chris.”

“Yep.” Lawrence grinned. He had the most beautiful set of teeth. When he smiled it felt like the day had brightened somehow.

“I’m glad to finally meet you. Guess we’ll be seeing each other quite often than not.” Chris shoved his hands into his pockets as he followed Lawrence out of the living room towards the bedroom. He licked his sudden dry lower lip as he noticed Lawrence gorgeous back that led down to his taut ass showcased by his snug fitting jeans.

“So, this here, it’s your room. Like it?” Lawrence asked, as he stepped aside to let Chris brush past him.

Chris felt a tingling sensation where his side touched Lawrence. It made him hard in an instant.
Wow. He must be something.

“I like it.” Chris answered. He tilt his head back slightly to grin at Lawrence.

Lawrence tore his eyes away from Chris’ shapely bottom to grin back at the smaller man.

“That’s great, man. Welcome home.”

***

Ramona laughed along with her friends. She played with her dark hair, twining it around her finger as she listened. The entrance of the pizza joint welcomed two college-looking guys. One had fair hair with big blue eyes while the taller of the two had short auburn hair, cut very short with dark eyes. They smiled at one another. She wished she knew what about. Her eyes wandered to the blonde-haired guy, raking in his beauty.

“Ramona! Who’re you staring at?” Sarah asked her dreamy-looking friend. She turned a fraction to catch the two guys walking towards a booth across from them.

“Oh my god! Hot!” Angel piped in. “Is he single?”

“Who? The blonde? That’s Chris. The dark-haired is Lawrence. They’re flat mates.” Sarah volunteered the information.

Ramona raised an eyebrow. “How’d you know?”

“Well, one, they’re popular like hotcakes, in case you haven’t noticed. Two, I’m in the same class
as Chris.”

“Damn. So unfair.” Angel pouted.

All three girls watched the boys giving their orders to the nervous, fidgeting waiter. The waiter looked barely eighteen and definitely new here.

“Do you think I should go over? He’s single, right?” Ramona asked her two best friends, eyes never leaving the two guys.

“I’ve never seen him with any girls dangling by his arms, so it’s safe to say he’s single.” Sarah
grinned.

Angel tapped her fingers against the table. “He’s not gay then?”

They looked over and saw Chris looking over at their table. Chris was winking at one of them.

“Well, someone’s interested in somebody.” Sarah giggled and waved at Chris.

Ramona wiped her palms against her jean-clad thigh. “Should I…go?”

“Oh yeah, girlfriend!” Angel nudged her out of the booth.

Sarah kissed her cheeks. So did Angel. Ramona giggled. Maybe this time, if she tried harder, she might actually get herself a boyfriend.

***

Lawrence watched from the corner of his eyes as a dark-haired girl approached them. He stretched his legs so that it bumped Chris’. Heat crawled up his legs to settle at his groin, making him half-mast. He shook off the feeling and concentrated on the single thread that came out from the cushioned back behind Chris.

“Hey, there.” Chris grinned at her greeting. He smoothed his shirt front before looking up at her delicate face. She had a very light tan that gave her a healthy glow. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly, giving her full pouty lips something to die for.

“She’s hot.” Chris said as he glanced over at his friend who seemed more content staring into space. “You ok?”

“Hey, I’m fine, buddy.” Lawrence gave a sideway glance before smirking. “Seems like she’s got the hots for you too.”

“Oh yeah.” Chris winked at him.

Ramona slid into the empty seat beside Chris as she introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Ramona.”

“Sweet, I like that name.” Chris took her hands and kissed them.

Lawrence sighed inwardly. He should have known. He shook his head. A hot wet tongue that licked his left ear got his head snapping back.

“What the…”

Tommy grinned. “Gotcha, buddy. You taste so fucking good.”

“Shut up, man.”

Tommy leaned nearer and whispered. “Hey, it’s no use pinning for your straight friend. I’m here
for you anytime, you know?”

“Fuck you.” Lawrence hissed at the guy. They had similar built and orientation. Tommy had light brown hair with striking green eyes. He was gorgeous. No doubt. But Lawrence didn’t really fancy him much, maybe except for his tight ass.

Looking at Lawrence’s annoyed face made him grin. Tommy went around the high chair and took a seat right next to Lawrence, the guy he had a crush on since high school. They had been best friends for so long. They came out of the closet together. Yeah, they did almost anything together.

But, Lawrence had a taste for men with fair hair that looked so pretty; they’re almost androgynous. Not men like him. If only he could put some sense in Lawrence that Chris wasn’t swinging his way. Tommy sighed and watched as Chris and the brunette bombshell flirted. He noticed Lawrence trying not to cringe but he could see them clearly with his naked eye. He knew him too well.

***

Chris hummed a song that’s been playing in his head as he packed his bag. He loved lunch meetings with his girlfriend, Ramona. Something about it sounded romantic to him. But his friends didn’t think so.

“Chris, you’re meeting up with Ramona, today?” Lawrence asked, his bags all packed and ready to go.

“Duh.”

“Ok, guess I’ll go ahead without you, then.”

He noticed Lawrence had this sadness in his voice. But whenever he mentioned about it, Lawrence would quickly hide it. As though it’s nothing more then just a passing thought. Chris often wondered why Lawrence had never had a girlfriend. Could it be that he’s gay? Well, even so, he should at least tell him. They were best friends, right? Or maybe, Lawrence just didn’t want to broadcast it, or he just wanted to focus on his scholarship? Whatever it was, he would find out eventually. Shrugging, he waved at Tommy, who’s hopping your way.

“Eh, Lawrence, your lover’s here.” Chris slammed Tommy’s back. “Ok, boys, see you guys
later.”

Lawrence watched his best friend’s retreating back. His heart bled just a bit more at how happy Chris was with Ramona. A smack to his butt got him glaring at Tommy, who had a foolish grin plastered on his handsome face.

“Knock that out, man.” Lawrence grumbled as he stormed his way into the canteen.

“You’ve seen that lots of times. Why are you still pinning for him?” Tommy grabbed Lawrence’s shoulder and spun him around. “Why can’t you let me love you?”

Lawrence took a deep breath. Maybe Tommy was right. He could try out with Tommy and see how they far they went.

“You know what? Maybe you’re right. Show me.” Lawrence pulled Tommy along, as they went
through the crowd, heading towards his place.

***

He had an eye for details. He noticed how distant Lawrence was ever since that night weeks ago when they made love. Correction. Fucked. He made love to Lawrence. But Lawrence fucked him. No strings attached. Right. Tommy stared stood outside of Lawrence and Chris’ shared apartment hoping he could coax Lawrence to forget his straight friend.

Tommy tried the doorbell but it didn’t seem to be working. So he gave three hard knocks. No answer.

“Lawrence? Are you in there?” Tommy tried the door to find it unlocked.

With a light nudge with his foot, the door gave way. He gulped at the sudden intrusion. What if Chris was inside with Ramona? He didn’t want to disturb them if they were doing some…

“Sorry.” Ramona apologized. She hated how Tommy was in her way. She didn’t want anyone to see her tears. How could Chris do this to me? I thought he loved me.

Tommy stopped Ramona in her tracks. “Wait, Ramona. What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Her face was streaked with tears, but thanks to her waterproof makeup, it didn’t smudge. Tommy wiped away the stray tear on her cheek. Her eye wavered as she tried to look away but Tommy held her chin in position.

“Nothing. It’s just dust in my eyes. Don’t worry.” Ramona pushed Tommy’s hands away and made her way to the door. “Just… erm… never mind. Bye.”

What the fuck is going on?

***

Chris’ back stiffened as Lawrence held both of his shoulders. He smelt his spicy aftershave and musky male scent. He ignored Lawrence and continued staring out of the window. He should have changed the curtains. The colours were too bright for his mood right then. From where he was standing, he watched a blonde ponytailed girl jumping into her lover’s embrace.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” Lawrence reluctantly let go of his shoulder and stepped back. “My bad. I’m truly sorry.”

Sensing Lawrence’s retreatment, he spun around to face the bigger man. He look so lovesick and
heartbroken, Chris ached. Why am I feeling this way for him?

“Lawrence.”

“Yes?”

“The truth is,” Chris walked Lawrence back, till the bigger man sat at the edge of his bed.

Lawrence found himself wide–eyed as Chris pushed him gently to sit on the edge of the bed, with Chris standing so close. So close to… to what? His heart thumped a beat too fast. He could hear blood rushing in his ears as they went south. Being this close to Chris makes his dick do the thinking instead of his brain. They had been in this situation before but never before had he seen that flick of lust in Chris’ bright eyes. Not like now.

“Chris.”

“I’ve had a crush on you the first day we met.”

“But you’re not…”

“Gay? I’m not. I think I’m bisexual.” Chris pushed the bigger man down, until he was straddling him down on the bed.

Lawrence gulped. “But… but your girlfriend.”

“I love her. I love you.” Chris grounded their hips together, eliciting a moan from Lawrence.

“As in romantic kind.” Lawrence spread his legs wider to accommodate his growing erection. He didn’t know where this was leading. But he hoped something good.

“Yes. I want you.”

“Your girlfriend?” Lawrence tried to keep his focus on the subject they’re talking about, rather
than his stiffening member.

“My love for her is different from my love from you. I want you, like I wanted nobody else.” Chris crushed his lips against Lawrence in a fierce kiss.

Their tongue dueled for domination. Sparks igniting between them like firecrackers going to explode. Lawrence had never dreamed about this. He never thought his love would be returned, even in the strangest way. He pushed Chris away, rolling them till the blonde cutie was trapped beneath him.

“What do you want from me?” Lawrence asked between clenched teeth. He had control, but they were slipping slowly away from his grasp, the more Chris humped their groins together.

“I want you.” Chris looked up into his best friend’s glazed eyes full of passion. He never thought he would actually confess his pent up feelings. But to finally let them known, he felt so free. So much better.

***

Tommy pushed aside the image of Ramona’s crying self and went too look for Chris. It had got to be something to do with him, or Ramona wouldn’t be crying her eyes off. But what is wrong? That had been bugging him for the last five minutes.

He brushed passed the sofa, making his way to the kitchen where it was spotless. It seemed like someone had wanted coffee since the coffeemaker had its jar still full. Tommy turned right which led him to two bedrooms, a bathroom at the end of the hallway, and a store room just outside of the kitchen.

He stopped in front of one door, the one nearest to the bathroom. His heart was beating faster than he thought it could. He had a bad feeling after Ramona left. It wasn’t good at all. Gulping the bile trapped in his throat, Tommy forced himself to stick his ear to the door.

As he listened, he paled.

“What do you want from me?”

He heard Lawrence saying in an almost hiss.

“I want you.”

Was the reply from Chris. Shit.

***

When he heard those words, he just wanted to barge in and scream at them. But who am I to do that, huh? Tommy shook his head vigorously, shaking of the thought. Calm down for a bit. Get out of here. Then he could make his next move.

Exiting as quietly as possible, he leaned against the door, taking in deep labored breaths. That had got to be the worst nightmare ever. His heart clenched painfully at the thought of Lawrence using him like a toy. Son of bitch probably thought of Chris while giving the fucking of his life. Oh, fuck him. He was so going to kill Lawrence. He gritted his teeth. With palms clenched so tight, his knuckles turned white. No one messes with him. Just wait and see.

***

There went her world. Crashing down like a broken chandelier. Why Chris? Why him out of all people must betray her this way? Chris should have told her sooner when she hadn’t fallen deeply in love with him. Admit it; she fell for him at first sight.

Ramona pulled herself out of bed and into her study room. She kept her penthouse as clean and neat as possible. The black tiles felt cool against her foot as she padded into her messy study room. The only place that was as messy as a garbage junkyard.

She pulled a blank paper of the shelf next to the window to ceiling window, and a pen, in a mug next to her computer.

***

PRESENT
“You scared the shit out of me!” Chris took a step back. “Don’t do that.”

“What?” Ramona tilted her head slightly. “I’m sorry.”

Chris shook his head. What the fuck is wrong with him? He crinkled his nose at the sudden assault of blood. He fought the need to puke his dinner.

“When did he…?” Chris asked as he pulled Ramona into the living room, where they sat on the sofa, staring at one another.

“I came here to leave you this.” Ramona pulled a thumb drive from her back pocket, “So that you
wouldn’t have to come by place after your football practice.”

“Thanks.” Chris placed it on the coffee table. “What are we supposed to do about that?”

“Call the police.”

“Right.” Chris said.

His head was now pounding like boxing a punching bag. He rested his elbows on the top of his knees, cradling his head in his hands.

Ramona frowned. “Headache?”

Chris just groaned. Ramona touched his knees, squeezing them in reassurance.

“I’ll go get you something to drink.” She went into the kitchen. She had been here so many times that she knew what went where. Pulling the top open the top cabinet above the stove, she retrieved the Ziploc bag. She crushed a couple of Panadol and stirred into a glass of tap water.

“Here, I added some Panadaol in it. It might cause some drowsiness.” Ramona handed it to her
boyfriend.

“Thanks, babe.” Chris gulped them down in one breath. He burped and set the glass down.

“Feeling better?” Ramona asked.”You should rest. I’ll call the police.”

Chris nodded. Ramona slid off the sofa, so that he could stretch his legs fully. She took the glass to the sink. Sighing, Ramona made herself a cup of coffee and stared out, listening to the ticking of the black wall clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Her heart beat to the same rhythm. The soft snores from the sofa got her on her feet towards Chris.

“I’m sorry. I love you so much, baby.” She picked up a cushion from the floor and covered his face. And waited.

The snoring stopped. She pulled away the cushion to check his pulse. None.

“I’m sorry, baby. I couldn’t have you. So, no one shall have you.” Ramona finished her coffee.
She switched off all the lights. Once done, Ramona climbed over the balcony railing and just sat there.
Staring at hundreds of feet below, watching the lights twinkling in the night. Her heart bled. She held back the tears that began blurring her vision.

Now, she would know what it was like to fly.

“Hey, Ramona.” The voice brought her thought to a halt.

Ramona turned a fraction to see Tommy leaning against the pillar behind her, slightly to the left.

“Tommy.” Ramona greeted. “What are you doing here?”

Tommy grinned. And that was the last thing she saw.

I'm sucha bad writer

2009-10-09T14:39:57Z

Ok, I know, I'm such a bad bad bad writer. I neglect my work halfway. Sucks. Coz I'm having a hard time conjuring the image yet again. My friend SMS-ed me (and left me a message here) and kinda gave me a wake up call about Vampirium. Damn. I should pull my head out of the damn clouds and get back to writing. Haha I suck (not literally, no. haha XD). I know.

Zzzzzz. *headdesk*

Oh, by the way, those who are translating my fics into other languages, I appreciate you spreading the dongbang love. I'm just glad a lot of people love my works. Hearing people telling me how much they love it makes me smile. Thank you. I'm grateful. But I suck now for not writing. Damn, where did my muse go. =]

haha teehee~ ^^

*slapsthebackofthehead*

Ow.

Vampirium --09

2009-08-16T15:44:51Z

Title: Vampirium
Chapters: ?
Genre: Angst, Drama, Thriller, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Jaewook/Changmin
Summary:
Eternal beauty was something, Bleau, a bio-chem firm, tried to achieve. In the midst of a ground breaking experiment, two of their patients, Junsu and Yunho, fled.

With the experimental virus in the blood, anything could go wrong and Bleau wasn't taking any risk. They sent two security personnel, Jaejoong and Yoochun, to track them down. With the rule of thumb, execution when necessary.

Despite the danger of the Vampirium virus carried in their blood, nothing could stop them from drowning in a steamy affair. Neither realized that another pair from a rival group was tracking the missing patients and they are not going back empty handed. Fighting a fierce attraction of their own, Changmin and Jaewook, tried to push that aside and carry out their job. But when loyalty and morality collides, neither were prepared to take sides.

These six men met through the power of destiny. And they either work together to live or die running.

A/N: OMG finally after months of writer's block. And probably the worst chapter I've ever written. I hope I'm not forgotten. =] I should be able to finish this soon, and then continue with Point Zero.. or a sequel to hotsmutty PRINCE G@ME. No promises =]

Vampirium
Win it. Or die running.

| Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 |

| || | Chapter 09 | || |

Lewis leaned back against the mirrored lift. His other half was busy looking for the button to press. The sleek silver door slid close. Only the sound of the lift swishing up accompanied them. Small carvings of what looked like flowers line the silvery walls, giving it an elegant feel to the usually boring lift.

“It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry, baby.” Lewis kissed Luke’s temple in assurance.

Luke bit his lower lip, staring at the door. “I hope so.”

“Baby, we just do our job.” Lewis let his lips dropped a chaste kiss on Luke’s lips. “Come on, where’s your I-don’t-give-a-damn look?”

Luke smiled wryly. He adjusted his gun holster beneath his jacket, and took one last look at his reflection on the mirror wall, just as the lift dinged, and the door slid open.

“Ok, let’s go.” Luke led the way.

***

Ray stood, unconsciously taking note of their height and looks. The way their eyes took in the surrounding was a dead giveaway of their profession. Is he supposed to be afraid of them?

“I’m Lieutenant Luke London.” Luke extended his hand, which Ray shook firmly. “And this is my partner Lieutenant Lewis London.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Bleau.” Lewis took his hands, and smiled. It made Ray wished he hadn’t, because it suddenly felt too warm for comfort.

“Have a sit, officers. May I know what brings you here?” Ray settled on his armchair. He folded his hands, resting it on the edge of the desk.

Luke leaned forward slightly, his eyes never straying from Ray’s face. “Where do you keep your missing patients?”

Ray’s pupils widen slightly. How did the police sniffed about them? Didn’t he have the situation under control? Maybe one of his employees reported it to the police. But what could he gain from this, other than out of job and unwanted attention? Ray furrowed his brows. He needed to carefully phrase his words, or they’ll bite him back in the ass.

“Officers, it’s true that two of my patients fled. But I have sent my people to get them back. So, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Lewis chuckled. “We’re not worried. But I sure heard that they’ve been tortured. You know it’s against the law?”

“I know Lieutenant. I assure you, I’ve never tortured any of my patients, not even my employees.”

“Ok, we take your word for it. But, you’ll be under our noses.” Luke nodded. “We’ll take our leave.”

“If you have anything to report or information to give, please contact me.” Lewis slid the card across the desk. Their fingers came in contact and lingered for just a moment longer than usual.

Ray drew his fingers away, suddenly breathless. “Thanks.” It came out as a whisper.

Lewis was almost out of the door, but turned a fraction. “Remember, you can run, but you can’t hide.”

***

The next few hours were spent with stacks of papers that needed his signature, and another file for him to solve the problem of his missing patients. Numbers and letters soon became a blur. He pushed away the file, bowed his head and kneaded his throbbing temple.

The phone rang just when he was about to pick his coffee. He took two strides to his desk and answered.

“Bleau speaking.” Ray picked up the mug of coffee while the phone was on loudspeaker mode.

“Hello Bleau.” The husky voice drawled, making his skin crawl with what? Fear?

“May I know who’s speaking?” Ray sipped the coffee and listened intently.

“It’s not important who I am. It’s enough that I know who you are.” The voice chuckled. “How’s the visit from the lieutenants?”

Ray froze. How could he have known? Could it be he’s the one who tipped the police? A low chuckle filled the room which made Ray’s skin crawl, yet again.

“Oh, yes, I did.”

“You’re a mind reader now?” Ray was slightly annoyed now than before.

“You’re amusing, Ray Bleau. I would love to meet you someday.” The voice said again, a slight static noise crackled.

“Oh?” Ray asked, impatiently.

“I’m not a fool, Bleau. And I will get what I want. Soon. Very soon.” He said, chuckling at the sigh. He looked around at the people too busy to care about this conversation in the phone booth. Life was normal outside of this phone booth. Too normal. Everything will change once he got his hands on them. And create a new breed, a new beginning. He stared across the street at the arguing couple. The old woman had her hand on her hip, the other, pointing angrily at the young man.

“What do you want from me?” He heard the frustration in the man’s voice. Good.

Ray hated not knowing. It made agitated and worried. His life could be on the line.

The sound of the static noise crackled again. Then silence.

“Just remember this, Bleau. I will rule this world, with a whole new breed of mankind. Anyone that’s in the way will be eliminated. Permanently.”

***

Trees flashed by. It was refreshing compared to the white walls of his confinement. Junsu watched the droplets decorating the road and the cold window of the cab. He pressed his cheek against it, absorbing the coolness.

The car sped down the slightly elevated road, turned a corner. Then another. And another. It stopped right in front of a modest-looking three-storey house that looked slightly old with the chipping paintings on the edges. Bushes adorned the entrance of the tall steel gate that had lost it youthful look.

They alighted with Yunho paying the driver handsomely. Yunho felt his emotions overwhelming his senses. He missed home. A small tear threatened to fall as he pressed the doorbell.

To be continued...

A/N: Comments are loved...

The Kiss 2 --ONESHOT

2009-01-04T14:40:08Z

Title: The Kiss 2
Prequel: The Kiss
Chapters: 1
Genre: Comedy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae
Summary: Yoochun has been celibate for his boyfriend. And now that he wants to do more than kissing, Junsu has got exams to mug for, and refused to comply. So, Yoochun struck a deal that Junsu was oblivious of.

A/N: A sequel to The Kiss. Enjoy! Due to some words, to be safe, I raised the rating to NC-17 ^^; Can be read as a standalone. So, this is like my first yoosu for 2009? XD

The pastel yellow t-shirt drifted up whenever he leaned forward, revealing smooth pale skin that made Yoochun’s mouth water. Snug shorts rode low on his hips, teasing him with the line of the curve of his butt whenever he moved. Yoochun was left to stare and suffer.

Junsu was a man killer. Gay man killer. He had a to-die-for killer ass that made Yoochun lust even more after he’d hit puberty. They'd met during his best friend’s dramatic wedding. And Junsu was the groom’s younger sibling. It had been two years ever since they’d started dating and till now they’d do nothing more than just kissing.

He didn’t mind back then because Junsu was a minor. But now that he was already seventeen, Yoochun had this flashes of perverted thoughts that starred Junsu and him getting sweaty, naked and entangled in a very delicious way.

The thing was, Junsu seemed to pull away whenever they get intimate. It crushed Yoochun, but he never would force his young lover. He himself wasn’t that old. At the age of twenty-two, the urges to bury deep inside his lover becomes much more apparent. Now that Junsu had grown into such a fine-looking young man, Yoochun had noticed the stares of other man on him and it made Yoochun jealous.

There was once when this middle-aged man ogled at his boyfriend openly that Yoochun wanted to dig those eyeballs out. And his boyfriend was oblivious to the effect he had on people. Many times, Yoochun had to fight the urge to pull Junsu into his embrace to stop them from staring at his lover.

Here, with his head hovering over his books, Junsu tapped his pen against some papers, deep in thought. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. He looked so hot in it, that Yoochun had a fantasy involving the glasses and his hot come.

“Junsu baby.” Yoochun caressed the skin above the band of Junsu’s shorts. “You need to relax. Let me give you a-“

“Not now, Chunnie.” Junsu said without taking his eyes of his books. “I have exams coming up, so don’t disturb me, please.”

“But you need some break, you know. Come on, baby.” Yoochun stood behind his lover, leaned down and wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Chunnie.” Junsu said with a frustrated sigh. “Don’t you have exams too?”

“I just finished mine, if you’ve forgotten.” Yoochun faked a sob, but still Junsu ignored him.

“Chunnie, I’m studying here, I need to focus or my mom’s going to ban me from playing football.” Junsu finally looked up when Yoochun licked his right earlobe.

“Not that again.” Yoochun groaned. “If I hadn’t known you, I’d swear you love football more than me.”

Junsu pouted. “You’re sprouting nonsense; maybe age is catching up on you. Of course I love you.”

Yoochun nipped the sensitive lobe between his teeth. A small tremble beneath his hands told him that his lover enjoyed it as much as he did. He licked a wet trail from his ear to nip at his jaw. His free hand dipped slightly at the front of Junsu’s shorts.

“Chunnie.” Junsu’s voice sounded slightly breathless and whiny. “Stop.”

“Why?” Yoochun removed his hand and stood back. “It won’t take long.”

“That’s not the problem.” Junsu turned his head to look at his lover. “I have to study, ok? Next time, Chunnie.”

“You’re giving me blue balls, you know.” Yoochun caressed Junsu’s hair out of his face.

“Then what? You want pink balls? Give me the paint I’ll paint it for you.” Junsu grinned.

“You’re mean.” Yoochun punched his upper arm. “Then kiss me.”

“That I can.” Junsu cupped the back of Yoochun’s head and pulled him into a long languid kiss. Yoochun forced his hands to stay on Junsu’s shoulder, instead of roaming down the way he wanted.

“Ok, honey, time’s up.” Junsu pulled away and went back to his books just like that.

“Call me tonight, baby?” Yoochun picked up his bag.

“I can’t promise you.” Junsu shrugged. “Mom’s baked some cookies before she went out, and she left a packet for you.”

“Thanks babe.” Yoochun gave a quick peck on his cheeks before making his way out.

***

Jaejoong shook his head in disbelief. “You’re brooding again.”

“Who the hell wouldn’t?” Yoochun snapped. He leaned back against the cushion high-back chair.

Jaejoong’s partner shook his head too. “My brother’s just shy. I’m sure.”

Yoochun snorted. “Shy? You’ve got to be kidding; he’s like a tiger in an angel’s skin.”

Yunho broke into laughter. So did Jaejoong. Great. Just great. Now his best friend and his future “brother-in-law” were laughing at his misery.

The diner was half-filled with most of them being couples lounging on a lazy day. A waitress came up at their table with a notepad at hand. Her smile was dazzling. Oh, what was a good-looking girl like her working at a diner’s? She should be on the front cover of fashion magazines!

Jaejoong’s eyes met his knowingly. Uh-uh, Jaejoong had an eye for things fancy since photography was his hobby anyway. And it seemed like she caught his eyes as well.

“May I have your order please?” She smiled, tapping her pen against her notepad.

Yoochun ordered fries and coffee. Both Jaejoong and Yunho ordered waffles with chocolate filling and coffee. Once she stepped away, Jaejoong grinned.

“She’ll make a great poster.” Jaejoong chuckled. “I hope someone scouts her. She’s a real beauty and I see a natural talent in her strut.”

Yunho hooked his arm around Jaejoong’s shoulder, squeezing them. “So, let’s get back to Yoochun and my brother.”

“Uh-uh, I think he has issues or something. I’ve been celibate for as long as I can remember for him. I know when I met him he was still a minor, but he’s now seventeen! He’s freaking hot and when I touch him, I want more and more. But he’s not giving me any.” Yoochun slumped in his seat. “Maybe, he doesn’t love me anymore. Or maybe I’m too old for him.”

“Cut it out, man. You’re overanalysing.” Yunho said. “I think he’s just not ready.”

“The way he kisses makes me ready as hell.” Yoochun muttered under his breath.

“Here’s your order.” The waitress came back with their order. She placed them one at a time. “Enjoy your meal.”

“Thanks.” They said in unison.

“You’re ready, maybe he’s not. He’s still young.” Yunho stirred his coffee.

“Like I’m not?” Yoochun heaved in frustration. “I don’t know what to do. Now, he’s mugging like crazy, we spend even lesser time together.”

“If you love him, you’ll wait, just like I do.” Jaejoong gave Yunho a quick kiss, as though throwing his point across.

“I know that.” Yoochun picked his fries. “Do you think he loves me?”

“Yes, he does.” Yunho smile turned soft. “My brother loves you, don’t worry.”

“Then what do I do?” Yoochun pouted. “I really want to, you know.”

“Make a deal.” Jaejoong’s eyes glinted with mischief. “How about you make him promise he’d spend time with you after his exams?”

“Oh, you can pester him, when he finds you irritating, he’ll agree to whatever your conditions are.” Yunho grinned slyly. “Trust me, I know him better.”

“Oh god, thank you! I love the both of you.” Yoochun kissed both their cheeks. “You know, we should try a foursome some other time.”

“No way, you kink!” Jaejoong pinched Yoochun’s arm.

“Aw! Ok, ok, no foursome.” Yoochun rubbed the sore spot. “You’re a devil.”

Yunho chuckled. “My devil, mind you.”

“Yuck, you’re starting to sound like an old married couple.” Yoochun crinkled his nose.

“We’re working on it.” Jaejoong gaze into his partner’s eyes.

“Yes, we are.” Yunho kissed Jaejoong’s lips tenderly. “Yes, we are.”

***

“Junsu, kiss me.” Yoochun urged, tugging on his t-shirt.

“I already kissed you just now. I need to study. My last paper is tomorrow.” Junsu erased some pencil sketches. “Would you stop bugging me? I’m studying here, hello!”

“I kissed you just now. Now, I want you to kiss me.” Yoochun drew circles on Junsu’s shoulder.

“No.” Junsu turned to Yoochun. “I have to study.”

“Fine, I know.” Yoochun sat at the chair adjacent to Junsu’s. “You know, I’m starting to think that you don’t actually love me.”

Junsu turned abruptly. “Don’t say that, Chunnie. I love you very much. But for now, I have to focus. God knows I can’t concentrate when you’re around.”

“You mean I make you think of things?” Yoochun grinned with hope.

Junsu blushed. “Yeah.”

“Wow.”

“I’m sorry if I’m treating you like shit.” Junsu cupped Yoochun’s face. “But I’ll make it up during the holiday break, ok? I’m all yours during the holidays.”

“The two week’s break? All mine?” Yoochun grinned.

“Yes, honey.” Junsu sighed in an almost exasperated way.

“I can do whatever I want with you?” Yoochun wanted a confirmation so that Junsu didn’t go back on his words.

Junsu rolled his eyes. “Yes. Now, let me get back to my studies.”

“Ok!” Yoochun gave a peck on his lips. “Thanks babe!”

***

Junsu threw his bag on the floor and inhaled to crisp fresh air of the forest that surrounded the resort. Finally, it was time to kick back and relax. Shrugging off his shoes, Junsu jumped in the centre of the bed. He buried his face in the softness of the comforter.

“Hey, babe.” Yoochun sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. “Aren’t you feeling hot?”

Junsu shook his head. “Not much. I want to sleep.”

Yoochun pounced on him, pinning his against the bed. “Oh no, you don’t.”

“But-“ Junsu was cut short by a kiss. He moaned as Yoochun sat in between his legs, rubbing their erections together.

“You promised. I’m just collecting what’s mine.” Yoochun smirked before going down for another searing kiss.

***

After multiple rounds of mind-blowing orgasm and a few hours later, Junsu lay limped as Yoochun spooned him into his arms. Junsu moaned in contention as Yoochun pressed against his back, breathing softly into his hair.

“You wore me out.” Junsu mumbled.

“I thought that should be my line?” Yoochun chuckled. “For being a youngster, you tire easily.”

“Why not? I, come twice more than the total of times you come.” Junsu turned to face his lover, jabbing a finger at his chest.

“Oh, baby, you know I love seeing the look of your face when you come. Like a debauched angel in heat. Besides, it’s a way to relax you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Yoochun kissed the top of Junsu’s forehead.

“Thank you.”

“For?”

“For waiting for me.” Junsu kissed those ruby lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” Yoochun licked his lower lip. “Shower?”

“Not now, Chunnie.” Junsu groaned and rolled away.

“Why not? I’ll scrub your back.” Yoochun grinned, trying to grab hold of his lover.

“No way, you’re going to fuck me in there, and I’ve got no more energy. I think I’ve used up all my come for today.”

“You’re crazy, babe.” Yoochun caught his ankle and pulled him up. “You’re coming with me.”

“Don’t I always?” Junsu giggled.

The End.

A/N: Ok, not much smut, yeah I know, but I thought it'll make this sound sweeter haha anyway comments are loved <3 and while I was writing this, I had a very hot image of yunjae/yoosu in a particular uniform... YUMMM <33 *nosebleeds*

The Kiss --ONESHOT

2009-01-01T13:18:51Z

Title: The Kiss
Chapters: 1
Genre: Drama, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae
Summary: Sometimes the best things comes from just a kiss.

A/N: I actually planned for another story for the new year, but I apparently settled for this (and this is a spur of the moment kind). I hope its good.

Rain splattered on the earth outside, wetting them. The sky was a dark shade of grey. Jaejoong tucked the loose strand of hair behind his ear. Something white caught his attention. He smiled. Oh, just a pretty white bird, taking shelter under the tree. The soft wind was music to his ears.

Sitting upright, Jaejoong turned his attention back to the letter. He picked up the pen he'd just abandoned and continued writing.

Dear Yunho,

Congratulations! You'll be the best groom in the world. Truly the best. This is a gift for you from me. It's just an album full of pictures of you. I managed to developed it in time in between my schedules. I hope you'll cherish it, like the way I do.

Love Jaejoong.

He slid the paper into a sleek black envelope. Using a gold marker, Jaejoong wrote the groom's name. A knock from the door, brought his eyes to the door. Who could it be? He pushed himself off the chair and covered the distance.

“Who's it?” Jaejoong asked. One hand on the door knob, the other on the chain lock.

“It's me.” The familiar voice said. Never could Jaejoong forget that voice anywhere. It was etched in his head, locked forever in his memories.

“Oh, what are you doing here?” Jaejoong lifted the chain off its hole, and smiled at Yunho.

The man was a walking sex. He exudes an aura of masculinity which Jaejoong lacked of. Yunho's hair lightly grazed his collar as he spun to pull Jaejoong into his arms.

“I missed you.” Yunho buried his nose in Jaejoong's hair. Oh, it smelt like, “Vanilla.”

Jaejoong nodded “Yeah.” He grasped Yunho's back, lightly caressing it. “You like it?”

“I always love it. It smells good on you.” Yunho pulled back to look at Jaejoong's slightly shocked face. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“N-No.” Jaejoong pulled away from Yunho's embrace. “So, what brings you here?”

“It's my last day as a bachelor. So, I'm spending my time with my best best buddy.” Yunho grinned, showing off his perfect pearls. Hooking an arm around Jaejoong's shoulder, he pulled the other man further inside.

Those arms felt good around his shoulder. Don't get too comfortable, Jaejoong reminded himself. This was just a man-to-man hanging around. But seeing Yunho dressed in snug jeans, with his too-small t-shirt that showed off his tanned navel whenever he lifted his hands, was torture. Jaejoong wasn't immune to lust, not right now with Yunho so close.

“I'm sorry I couldn't get you a king-sized bed.” Yunho threw him a small grin.

Jaejoong leaned against the closed door, legs crossed at his ankles. “It's ok. I'm the only one sleeping so, I don't need much space.”

Yunho flopped on the side of the bed, testing the bounciness. “No, really. I should've get a king-sized for you, so you can roll around, and masturbate, and think of a wo-”

“I'm gay, remember?” Jaejoong rolled his eyes. It irritated him that Yunho pretended not to remember.

Yunho leaned back, supported only by his elbows. Uh-oh. Something just wasn't right. First, like the way Yunho's looking him up and down, like he was some meat ready to be devoured. The second Yunho licked his lower lip, Jaejoong grew hard.

Swallowing a moan, Jaejoong smiled. “I can't believe you forgot about it.”

“Oh, I know that. And I know you like man like me.” Yunho gave a him a sly grin. “You're so sexy in boots. Makes me horny.”

“S-So?” Jaejoong's voice croaked.

“How about you help me out? I know you want me.” Yunho stood. “Don't you?”

“I-I do, but it's wrong. You're getting married tomorrow.” Jaejoong gulped. “And I-”

“Just tonight, I'll grant you your wish. Take it, or leave it. Your choice.” Yunho's voiced turned serious as he moved closer to Jaejoong, halting just a mere inch away.

Jaejoong's breath hitched as he registered the closeness. The warmth of Yunho's breath caressing his cheeks. It was something he'd always dream about.

“Why, Yunho? Why?” Jaejoong's voice dropped to a whisper. “You're... You're gay too.”

Yunho kept his eyes on Jaejoong's. “But I've got no choice.”

“Did you forget our promise?” Jaejoong was aware that his voice wavered a little, but it didn't stop him from saying what had been on his mind. “I love you, Yunho.”

Yunho cupped the back Jaejoong's nape, and pulled him into a kiss. It was tender, so tender, Jaejoong's heart ached. This was something that he'd never have again. Never. Those days, when they were younger felt like light-years away.

The goodnight kisses that he'd never have again. Nights when they would cuddle, and just slept with the melody of each other's beating hearts. It was ending. Jaejoong felt his eyes burn under his closed lids. He missed those days. Yunho pinned him against the wall, tilted his chin to deepen the kiss.

Jaejoong let his tongue mingled with Yunho's. He would let himself drown in these sensations for the last time. A time that would be lost., but not from the memory. He wanted to memorise every angle of Yunho's mouth so that it anchored in his mind forever. So, that he'd never forget how kissing Yunho felt. It felt right. So right it hurts. His heart bled every time Yunho stroke his hair.

Something wet touched his cheeks. Oh, god. He'd cry. What a wimp. Jaejoong pulled back when he heard a sob. No, it wasn't-

“Yunho, you're crying.” Jaejoong felt his heart bled even more seeing Yunho crying. Tears rolled down his beautiful face, over his lips, and hanging by his chin.

Their foreheads rested against one another. Jaejoong caressed Yunho's face. “You're beautiful when you cry.”

Yunho's lips quivered. “I love you, Jaejoong.” He slumped forward, burying his head at the crook of Jaejoong's neck, sobbing uncontrollably.

***

He adjusted the black bow. The white flower rested in the breast pocket of his blazer. This was it. Jaejoong combed his fringe with his fingers, letting part of it fall over his forehead. He sprayed perfume at his neck and wrist before stepping out of his room.

The reception area and area that was held for the wedding vows had already filled with families and friends of the bride and groom. White flowers stuck to almost every corner. It gave an angelic feel to it. The path to the altar was carpeted with deep red velvet. A sculpted ice in the shape of two kissing doves stood in the centre of a big round glass table, where tarts and finger foods were served. Yunho had asked which ice sculpture would be better and he didn't hesitate.

Dove?
You're sure?
Yeah, that is if you want to... since it's your wedding.
Whatever you think that's good, it's good for me. I trust your choices.
Then how about a sculpture of a naked man at its glory, leaking with sweet manly nectar?
I wouldn't mind if there wouldn't be any children attending.
Ok, fine, the dove is good. It looks romantic, I think.

He smiled at the memories of planning of the wedding. He'd assisted Yunho in almost all aspects, and no one batted an eye, or accused Jaejoong of ruining the wedding. It was running around, planning, and being around Yunho while it lasted. Smiling, Jaejoong made his way to the main room where everyone was chatting, and laughter filled the air. It was a joyous occasion after all, but it felt like dooms days to Jaejoong. He looked around. His eyes fell on the muscular back of Yunho. Jaejoong would have recognised that back even with eyes closed. He knew where Yunho liked to be touched, to be caressed, to be kissed. But today Jaejoong promised to put the thoughts of yesterday and all those behind. It was over.

Nothing good for remembering them. Glancing around, Jaejoong frowned. Where was the bride anyway?

“Jaejoong!” Yoochun waved at him. Sauntering to him, like a million dollar man he was, Jaejoong grinned at his best friend.

“Oh, good, you made it in time, yeah?” Jaejoong pulled Yoochun into a hug when he stopped a feet away. “You reeked of cash.”

“Really? Must be that leather seat of my Chrysler.” Yoochun laughed when Jaejoong thumped his back.

“Arrogant prick.” Jaejoong looked around once again. “Where is the bride?”

“I don't see her either.” Yoochun shrugged.

Somebody tapped his shoulder. Jaejoong spun to see a lean-build man, wrapped in white suit. A white bow settled perfectly slightly below his Adam's apple. He smiled.

“Junsu.” Jaejoong said his name.

The man nodded. “Jaejoong, right? The bride has a little trouble in her room, and we can't let the guest waiting, so could you take her place there while she gets ready?”

“You mean on the altar?” Jaejoong scowled, puzzlement written all over his face. “Are you sure?”

“Positive. Just go.” Junsu gently pushed his shoulder.

“But I'm the best man.” Jaejoong looked over his shoulder at Junsu who never stopped grinning.

“You are the best man. Trust me.” Junsu patted his shoulder a last time , before disappearing in the crowd.

“That guy is hot.” Yoochun whistled under his breath. “You have a duty to do. Go on.”

“Thanks, I'll see you around after this.” Jaejoong made his way to Yunho's mother.

She told him the same thing as what Junsu had told him. So, there wasn't much of a choice was there? He still didn't get what Junsu meant by “you are the best man”. Something just didn't ring a bell in his head.

“Are you sure, mother?” Jaejoong asked Yunho's mother again. He'd practically grown up with Yunho, that Mrs. Jung had insisted Jaejoong treated her like his other mother.

“Yes, darling, I'm sure. Everything was going to be all right. My, you look fabulous.” Mrs. Jung patted his arm. “Young man, go there. It's starting.”

“Yes, mother.” Jaejoong walked right up to the altar and stopped. He felt his bones melting very second. Memories of him and Yunho running through his head. For goodness sake! He wasn't dying! Yet he was thinking like a dying man!

“Jaejoong? Relax.” Yoochun whispered from the front bench. He winked as encouragement.

Jaejoong sighed. You can do it, Jaejoong, he told himself for what looked like a hundred times. The music played. Jaejoong couldn't bare to look at Yunho. He kept his head down. The sound of his heart deafening him. Tears was brimming as he waited. His heart split open as he shut his eyes so tight, shutting away the image that was soon going to happen. Which would be the end of him and-

“Kim Jaejoong.” A gruff voice called his name. Jaejoong jerked his head up, surprised. “I repeat, will you take, Jung Yunho as your partner.”

Did he heard what he thought he heard? “Huh?” Jaejoong looked from the man in a suit with a book in hand and Yunho in front, who's smiling at him.

“Will you take him as you partner?” The man said again, poker face in place. Oh my god, partner-

“Jaejoong?” Yunho said softly. “Surprise.”

“I-I don't understand. I thought you're marrying Lisa.” Jaejoong glanced at the crowd and then back at Yunho.

“Say yes, please say yes.” Yunho pleaded. And Jaejoong just couldn't say no.

“I do.” Jaejoong's reply came in a whisper. God, he couldn't speak, he felt like his knees might give way.

After a few moments of words or claps or whatever, Jaejoong didn't register. When he was asked to kiss, Jaejoong didn't hesitate, not even for a moment. Yunho snaked an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. It was a dream come true. That explained why Junsu had said that he was the best man. He was the best man for Yunho. No wonder Yunho had asked his opinion about the wedding plannings. Oh, he'd demand an apology from Yunho for making his heart ached for nothing. For now, Yunho was his. His. His. Forever.

***

Junsu smiled at the old couple that passed by him. The vows were over, and looking at the couple at snuggled in the middle of the dance floor, whispering sweet nothings, made Junsu envious and jealous at the same time. Junsu cradled his glass of sparkling water between his palms. Who would want to date a nerd like him anyway?

“May I?” A deep melodic voice filled his ears. Junsu looked up into dark brown eyes that smiled back at him. And then his gaze lowered to the hand that the man had extended. He wants to dance with-

Yoochun chuckled at Junsu's surprised look. “Maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Yoochun.”

“Oh, you're Jaejoong's friend.” Junsu beamed at the recognition. “I'm Junsu.”

“It's a pleasure to have met you.” Yoochun made a polite bow, lifting Junsu's hand to his lips. “Would you like to dance, princess?”

“Uh, sure.” Junsu stuttered. No one had ever treated him with so much care like he was a rare treasure.

Yoochun led him to the middle of the dance floor. A pop dance song played. Junsu moved his body to the beat. Turning, bumping. Then the song turned to a ballad number. Junsu didn't now what to do. Should he move closer to Yoochun? Rest his head on his shoulder?

“Come here.” Yoochun pulled his head closer. Their eyes locked as they moved around.

“You're gorgeous, babe.” Yoochun chuckled at Junsu protest. “You really are. I like the way you laugh.”

“Thanks?” Junsu said nervously. “You look good yourself.”

“You smell wonderful too.” Yoochun sniffed Junsu's hair, burying his face in it.

“Thank you.” Junsu blushed.

Yoochun cupped his chin, making Junsu looked at him straight in the eye. “Be my princess.”

“W-What?”

“I'll be your prince. I like you a lot.” Yoochun smiled when he felt Junsu trembled slightly. “I take that as a yes?”

Junsu opened his mouth to speak, but instead, Yoochun sealed their proposition with a kiss. A kiss that promises a whole new beginning that awaits them.

“Oh, isn't that sweet.” Junsu pulled away from Yoochun to look at the speaker.

“I told you that they'll hook up.” Yunho kissed the corner of Jaejoong's mouth. “I win.”

“Yeah, fine, but you still owe me an apology.” Jaejoong glared at his spouse.

Yoochun interrupted. “You two can settle your score in bed. Don't bore us now.”

Yunho smirked. “I won't. And you better be careful with a minor.” He winked.

The End.

A/N: A twist yeah? I don't think it was tearjerk-ing enough.. I dunno... it's good? yes? no?

w/o warning --14

2008-12-30T14:08:42Z

Title: w/o warning
Chapters: 15
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Min?
Summary: It took a crossdresser, a yaoi manga and a steamy fanfiction to turn the TVXQ household upside down. Oh, and one more thing... a one night stand.

A/N: 2nd last chp ^^v

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |10 | 11 | 12 | 13

Chapter 14

Flashes of light sparked the room. The cameras clicked away. Junsu posed after another. Yoochun leaned back on his heels and just watched. Enormous white canvas fluttered slightly at the blowing fan. Temperature in the studio had risen to slightly uncomfortable heat that had slowly begun to engulf Yoochun in sheens of sweat.

Junsu smiled at the camera. Hands cupping his cheeks in his famous cute pose. He looked cute and happy alright, but Yoochun knew those eyes said something different. It spelt troubled. And it made Yoochun’s inside twisted with guilt. After all, it was a result of Yoochun’s feelings, wasn’t it? Something knocked over a makeshift table got Yoochun’s attention.

Oh. It was just Jaejoong and Yunho tickling each other. He envied them. His relationship with Junsu needed a real fix if it’s to go back to how it should be. And Yoochun was willing to give his all, even if his feelings had to go, at least he could still keep the friendship, and that was better than nothing at all.

He spun his head back to Junsu, who now was staring at the camera with an intensity that took Yoochun’s breath away. God, how could he survive a heart attack, what with Junsu flashing those charismatic eyes? It made his heart beat faster than usual, and his blood pumping to where it shouldn’t… like his hardening member. Shit.

“Yoochun, it’s your turn next. If you need the toilet, go now.” Yoora said before going back to look over the file in her hands.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.” Yoochun made a zip to the toilet, jacked off at record time and whizz into the studio like nothing happened.

He went behind Yoora who seemed to be chatting with someone. “Slacking?”

Yoora almost jumped out of her seat. “You scared me, Yoochun!” She playfully smacked his arm. “No, I wasn’t. I was just checking my mailbox.”

Yoochun kept his mouth shut though he noticed that Yoora had smoothly exited her instant messenger. What was there to hide? It wasn’t like he’d tell the world about her conversations or something.

“Hey, I like your wallpaper.” Yoochun grinned.

“Thanks, you boys look so gorgeous in here.” Yoora looked one last time at the wallpaper, admiring their beauty before closing her laptop. “Now, go ahead, it’s your turn.”

Yoochun smiled at Junsu as he walked pass him to the shooting area. Junsu looked him up and down, but he thought he saw Junsu lingered a little longer below his navel. Maybe it was just his imagination.

***

“What’s going on here?” Yoochun stepped into the living room with the hair towel wrapped around his head.

The noise didn’t subside, and he had a bad feeling it was either a hot gossip or some depressing news. Moving slowly to the guys crowded around the table, dinner abandoned at the moment, Yoochun settled behind Jaejoong, peering over his shoulders. Yunho’s laptop flicked a few pictures from a website. Yoochun paled.

Yunho looked up from the screen. “Yoochun.”

“I-I’m fine with it. He deserves a nice girl.” Yoochun said quickly despite the lump in his throat.

“Junsu seen with a girl. Fan girls going berserk.” Changmin read the titled of the article. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, the picture is real. And that is Junsu.” Jaejoong rubbed his chin. “By the way where is Junsu?”

“He went out.” Changmin helpfully answered. “Most probably with that rumoured girl.”

Yoochun shrugged.

“God, I’m sorry, Yoochun. I didn’t know Junsu could be such a jerk.” Jaejoong hugged Yoochun, patting his back in a calming manner.

And speaking of him, Junsu came through the door, removed his shoes and came over. “Hey.”

“Hey, back.” Jaejoong scowled at him. “You, out of all people should know better then go around kissing girls in public.”

“I- I know that.” Junsu stammered. His face grew red from the attention of his band mates.

Yoochun didn’t say a word. He just stared at the screen. He heard Changmin asking if that article was true.

“I did kiss her.” Junsu answered.

Yoochun have had enough. He felt his eyes burn at the hints of the first tear. Sitting here, and crying, wasn’t the best solution. Besides, he couldn’t face Junsu, not right now when he felt like falling apart. His legs felt heavy, but he mustered himself to walk out like nothing happen. Yeah right.

The door closed silently, surprisingly. Junsu had expected Yoochun to slam it. Damn it! If Yoochun had slammed the door, he’ll at least know that Yoochun’s mad with jealousy. But the way Yoochun’s acting right now, it seemed like Yoochun had given him up.

“Oh, god.” Junsu slumped forward, face buried in his hands. “Stupid! Stupid!”

“Why?” Changmin looked flabbergasted. “What the hell is wrong with you? You just blew it, man!”

Yunho looked from one to the other. Clearly, he was missing some chunk of information that only Changmin and Jaejoong seemed to know. Tapping his lover’s shoulder, Yunho frowned.

“Blew what?” Yunho asked.

“Blew his chance.” Jaejoong sighed. At Junsu’s slight protest, Jaejoong added. “I’m not stupid, Junsu, I know you loved him. And Yoochun clearly do too. But your stubborn head had better judgement and you pushed him away till the very edge.”

“I’m stupid. I was scared. I thought it’s a phase, though I enjoyed the-the intimacy. I didn’t want to be a homo, it disgust me. But the more Yoochun confess his feelings, I become frightened that he may be right.” Junsu looked up at them. “So, I called my ex, and just kissed her.”

“To test if you’re gay or not?” Yunho asked. An eyebrow shot up inquiringly.

“Sort of.” Junsu admitted quietly. “There wasn’t any feelings, a-and it felt weird.”

“You’re one big jerk.” Jaejoong shook his head disapprovingly. “Then what the hell are you doing here? Go after him!”

“Yeah, if you really love him, go and confess everything.” Changmin added.

Yunho lifted an index finger indicating Junsu to wait for a bit. He made his way to his room, grabbed a couple of notes and slapped it into Junsu’s open palms.

“Wha-“ Junsu stared at the cash in his hand.

“Take it. It’s for the taxi fare.” Yunho grinned. “Go get your boy.”

“But, what if he-“

“No buts Junsu. Just go, now!” Yunho pushed him out of the door.

Junsu frowned. “But this is too much.”

Jaejoong chuckled. “Just use the extra cash to buy more lube, because I bet you need them.”

To be continued...

A/N: ok, it's short.. ^^; mianhae~

PRINCE G@ME (Russian Version)

2008-12-29T03:46:22Z

Title: PRINCE G@ME
Chapters: 8
Genre: AU, Comedy, Romance, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hosu, Jaesu, Minsu, Yoosu, Yunjae(slight)
Summary: On a break from TVXQ's busy schedule, Junsu decided to play some games. Suddenly, getting "sucked" into the BL game called, PRINCE G@ME, was only the beginning of Junsu's worries. In this game, Junsu will have to make the four princes of Sky Academy fall for him in order to come back to the real world. What's worse when the characters in the game were his bandmates? Will Junsu be able to push aside his views on homosexuality and follow the flow of the game?

Are you ready? G A M E S T A R T . .

A/N: Thanks to lamerk for translating my fic for those who would like to read it in Russian. ^^ This link is the final, beta-ed ones. Unbeta-ed ones you can find it here.

Russian Version
Original Version

w/o warning --13

2008-12-25T15:09:16Z

A/N: Chp 13 ^^ enjoy!! and happy holidays ^^v

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |10 | 11 | 12

Chapter 13

“Did I just see them kissing?” Junsu’s voice croaked in disbelief after the door slammed shut with Yunho and Jaejoong inside.

Yoochun put his cards down and stared at the other two. “Are they dating or something?”

Changmin shrugged. “I don’t know. But they’re like all over each other just now.” He collected the cards and stacked them nicely. “Does it bother you if they’re dating?”

Yoochun looked over at Junsu’s slightly blanched face. “I don’t know.” He thought that would be the safest answer without making Junsu any more uncomfortable than he already was.

“What about you?” Changmin asked Junsu whilst he packed the cards back into its box.

“I’m tired; need to catch some shut eye.” Junsu smiled tiredly though Yoochun knew that Junsu was dodging the question.

Changmin seemed to catch the hint that Junsu wasn’t comfortable with the subject and he wasn’t going to press for more. “Ok, good night.”

Yoochun watched Junsu walked back into his room. Once he’d disappeared behind the wooden frame, his eyes darted back to Changmin’s face. He saw the speculative look from Changmin but chose to ignore it.

“What’s on your mind?” Yoochun stretched his back, loosening his back muscles.

A mischievous glint sparkled in the depths of Changmin’s eyes and Yoochun immediately regretted asking.

Changmin smirked. “Soon.” He registered Yoochun’s eyes flickered at the realisation that Changmin had hit the spot right on.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Yoochun said.

Changmin grinned.

***

The scent of another man had never been so intoxicating. Here he was, buried nose deep with Jaejoong’s shaft in his mouth. His taste was addictive. He loved the salty taste of Jaejoong’s pre-come on the tip of his tongue.

Jaejoong lifted his head off the pillow to peer at Yunho’s head bobbing over his erection. His body felt hot all over, like it was going to combust soon. His shorts pooled around his ankles. The fabric of his boxer briefs pulled down just enough to let his shaft and testicles free. A wet tongue flicked over one ball, then to the next. Jaejoong moaned.

“Yunho, I’ll come if you don’t stop.” Jaejoong breathed heavily.

Yunho looked up at his gorgeous lover. “Come for me, sexy.”

With just those words, Jaejoong jerked hard, thrusting his hips into Yunho’s mouth. Yunho greedily swallowed till the last drop.

“You’re delicious.” Yunho licked the pearly come that flowed at the corner of his mouth.

“Kiss me.” Jaejoong tugged on Yunho’s hair.

Yunho crawled up his body. He cradled Jaejoong’s face and kissed him. With one hand gripping his hips and the other cupping his face, Yunho deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over the straight teeth and roof of his mouth.

Jaejoong groaned under Yunho's touch. The taste of his own come was driving him wild. Wild for Yunho. He instinctively parted his thighs so that Yunho could settle in between and grind their shafts together. His spent manhood twitched with new found lust when Yunho fingered his hole.

“I should’ve done this long time ago.” Yunho mumbled against Jaejoong’s shoulder. He nipped his way down, sucking on one nipple then the other. Jaejoong’s moan urged him to go lower and kissed his navel.

“I want you now.” Jaejoong squeezed his shoulder. Dark eyes full of lust mirrored his own.

“We need lube.” Yunho pulled the bedside drawer, rummaging for the lube.

“You bought that?” Jaejoong looked amused. “High hopes?”

“No.” Yunho nipped on Jaejoong’s lower lip. “Just being prepared for the unexpected.”

Jaejoong giggled. He squeezed some lube on his hands and coated Yunho’s engorged shaft.

“You’re so hard.” Jaejoong kissed the tip of Yunho’s shaft before went back to lie on his back. He used the remaining lube to rim his hole. First, he let one finger slip between the pucker. The cold lube felt hot when Yunho’s finger joined his. Their fingers moved in a rhythm. When Yunho pulled his fingers out, Jaejoong groaned.

“I’m going to make love to you. Tell me if it hurts, ok?” Yunho kissed his forehead.

Yunho positioned himself and pushed gently. When the head of his manhood slipped inside, Yunho stopped to let Jaejoong accommodate to his size. Jaejoong whispered a soft “go on” and Yunho pushed further till he was buried deep in the hotness.

“You’re so hot.” Yunho nipped Jaejoong’s earlobe. His hips trusting in slow long strokes.

Jaejoong felt his hole stretch weirdly everytime Yunho thrust in him. He arched his hips as sudden rush of electricity caused his erection to harden even more. Yunho thrust again and found the spot that drove Jaejoong hot.

“Uh. Uh. So good. Ah.” Jaejoong said between kisses. “Faster. Harder. Good! Ah! Yunho!”

Yunho’s strokes were now short and fast. He angled his thrust to make sure he hit Jaejoong’s pleasure spot all the time. He felt the familiar tingling at his balls, as they tighten.

“I’m going to come.” Yunho whispered in his ears.

One hand tweaked Jaejoong’s nipple’s right nipple, while the other pumped his shaft. “I love you, Jaejoong.”

“I love you too.” Jaejoong looked at Yunho’s eyes, watching that face succumbed to the pleasure as orgasm swallowed them hard.

Yunho arched his hips, coating his warm come inside. Jaejoong heard someone moaned allowed, and he didn’t realise that it was his own. His erection spurted rows of come, coating between them.

The bed creaked slightly as Yunhos slumped forward, lying on top of Jaejoong. That was more tiring than a five minute performance.

“You’re so beautiful.” Yunho kissed his flushed cheeks, then his lips.

Jaejoong smiled. “I can get used to this.”

“Uhuh.” Yunho grinned. “You better because I’m going to do this everyday.”

“You’re irresistible.” Jaejoong licked his lips and slapped Yunho’s butt.

“I know.” Yunho winked.

***

The room was cold from the air conditioner. An involuntary shiver made Yoochun’s teeth clatter. Only the bedside lamp was lighted in the dark room. Yoochun could make out the outlines of Junsu’s body beneath the comforters, lying on his right side. Most probably he was gazing out of the window like he was wishing for a shooting star.

Yoochun had never believed that there was such a thing because he’d never caught sight of one. He eased out of his clothes, leaving only his boxers on. Yoochun moaned softly at the comfort of warmth as he slid beneath the comforters.

“You’re still awake?” Yoochun had the urge to add “baby” at the end but that would sound awkward given the current status of the relationship.

Junsu’s grunt told him that he was still awake.

“Junsu.” Yoochun’s voice dropped to a whisper. “What do you think of them? I-I think they’re hooking up.”

“I don’t care and its none of my business.” Junsu’s voice muffled against the pillow. “But I don’t want to be like them, you know, homosexuals.”

Yoochun gritted his teeth. He hated the way Junsu was trying to avoid the problem. But most of all, he hated himself for pushing these feelings at Junsu. He knew he was being selfish but was he the only one feeling this? Yoochun wasn’t sure, but knowing Junsu’s reaction to his touch made him longed for the other man more.

Yoochun gulped the lump in throat. “Junsu, I’m sorry.”

No answer.

Yoochun stared into the darkness. His throat threatened to close up. His chest felt heavy, sinking. He blinked the drop of tear away. “I’m sorry that I love you. Forgive me. Forgive me.”

***

Junsu heard those words, though they were almost inaudible. He loves me, he kept thinking. Did he love Yoochun? Did he? While he the thoughts danced in his head, a soft snore broke his thoughts.

He shifted so that he was facing Yoochun’s back. Junsu lifted a finger and caressed his nape as though chasing away the tension there. He liked touching Yoochun even for the slightest touch. But why? Was it because of fan service, the way he liked to believe? Or was it something more that runs deep, anchoring in his heart?

***

The computer hummed softly as keyboards were being punched time after time with just a little pause in between. Changmin sipped his glass of iced lemon tea as he waited for the orange bar to blink a reply from Sweet X.

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
back

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Welcome back =)

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Haven’t talked to you for awhile

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
I’m sorry I was busy

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
No, it’s ok

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Really ^^

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
XD

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Well… I’d like to say Yunjae might be going somewhere

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
They’re kissing… =P

Changmin contemplated if he should tell her that it was just an hour ago. Hmm, maybe not. Maybe Yunho and Jaejoong are busy making love. Ha. Ha.

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
OMG really? <33

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
That must be hot!

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
And you got to witness it

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Well a little

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Haha you freaking lucky fanboy

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
I know

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
You know that new SM group, SHINee? They look cute

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Uhuh yeah, they’re cute haha

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Yeah, very dorky too XD

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Just like you boys

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Just like us boys? >_<;

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
What are you a stalker?

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
What a re you talking about? What stalker?

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
No, a moment there I thought you’re a stalker…

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
I’d love to stalk dbsk boys but hey I’ve got work XD

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Hey I got to go... I’ve got work

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Busy day tomorrow

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Have to travel around

Changmin stared at the screen. What does she work as? She had never disclosed her job. Does she work in the entertainment business? Wait. When that thought did came up?

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
Are you in the entertainment business?

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Sorry I really need to go

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Talk to you later. Bye ^^

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
Sweet dreams!

Did she just avoid his question? Changmin shut down and flipped his laptop close. A busy day ahead. Pulling the pillow beneath his head, he drifted in to dreamland with a soft moaning and groaning from somewhere next door. Did he just imagine that?

***

The kitchen was silent when Yunho and Jaejoong appeared holding hands. Junsu almost choked on his cereal while Yoochun stared in awe. Changmin on the other hand, seemed to take it cool, with a grin on his face.

“So, what’s up?” Changmin was the first to break the silence.

“What’s up!” Yunho replied back.

Junsu had never seen Yunho looking so happy in his life. He was grinning from ear to ear. Hands entwined with Jaejoong’s and what looked like a couple ring on their ring finger. Suddenly, the air seemed so full of love, which to Junsu was suffocating him. Jaejoong was all smiles too, with what looked like a glow around him. Like in bliss.

“We’re going steady.” Jaejoong said with a sheepish smile.

“Wow.” Yoochun clapped his hands. “That sounds great.”

“You’ve got my support!” Changmin added gleefully. “Today shall be Yunjae day! If this news gets out in public, those fan girls would go crazy.”

Junsu frowned a little trying to absorb the news. “Is this what you really want?”

“Yes.” Yunho circled his arm around Jaejoong’s waist and kissed the top of his head. “I love Jaejoong. I just realised it when I couldn’t shake off this overprotective nature of mine around him. At first, I thought it was just like those brotherly kind. But soon, I got easily jealous when someone else touches him. And every day I think of him. So, to sum it all up, I’m in love with him.”

“But he’s a guy.” Junsu asked in a slightly higher tone of voice than usual. “And that makes you… gay.”

“I can’t help it. I love Jaejoong too much.” Yunho smiled. “I’m sorry if it bothers you.”

“No, it’s… it’s fine with me.” Junsu put up a smile.

***

“Yoora-nuna, good night.” Changmin tapped her shoulder. “You should go back and sleep.”

“Great performance guys!” Yoora high-fived them. “Ok, tomorrow, you’re free. So, spend them wisely.”

Jaejoong leaned forward and kissed the side of Yunho’s neck. The kiss sent jolts of new desire cruising through his body.

“Hey, sexy, you’re mine for the taking later.” Yunho whispered seductively in his ear.

Jaejoong squirmed at the hot breath fanning his ear. “All yours.”

Yoora flicked her gaze from the couple to Changmin. Specualtion was written all over her face.

“Are they…?” She asked Changmin. “I’m not against homosexuals.”

“Yeah, and keep it to yourself.” Changmin bowed a little at her before following Junsu’s lead and board the van.

The drive home was filled only with the radio. Their energy pumping performance had finally taken its toll and sleep was the only natural thing to do right after. The driver ignored their presence like usual, and it’s his job to tune them out. Jaejoong sat at the seat in front of Yoochun. He turned a fraction and to glanced at his band mates. All were sleeping except for Yoochun.

Junsu had his head on Yoochun’s shoulder. His mouth closed tightly and it looked like he was frowning in his sleep. Yoochun watched the rise and fall of Junsu’s chest. He looked up, eyes met with the oldest member.

“Hey.” Yoochun smiled. “Not sleeping?”

“Soon.” Jaejoong pointed at Junsu. “Are you two fighting?”

“Sort of. But it’s nothing major.” Yoochun said. “Well sort it out. Don’t worry.”

“I hope you work it out because you two are like match made in heaven.” Jaejoong chuckled at Yoochun’s blushing face.

To be continued...

A/N: This is unchecked, so if there's any mistake, I'm sorry, I'll check it tomorrow. I'm tired right now and should head off to bed. Good night ^^v

{Fanfic Trailer} Vampirium

2008-12-23T15:30:11Z

SUMMARY:
Eternal beauty was something, Bleau, a bio-chem firm, tried to achieve. In the midst of a ground breaking experiment, two of their patients, Junsu and Yunho, fled.

With the experimental virus in the blood, anything could go wrong and Bleau wasn't taking any risk. They sent two security personnel, Jaejoong and Yoochun, to track them down. With the rule of thumb, execution when necessary.

Despite the danger of the Vampirium virus carried in their blood, nothing could stop them from drowning in a steamy affair. Neither realized that another pair from a rival group was tracking the missing patients and they are not going back empty handed. Fighting a fierce attraction of their own, Changmin and Jaewook, tried to push that aside and carry out their job. But when loyalty and morality collides, neither were prepared to take sides.

These six men met through the power of destiny. And they either work together to live or die running.

A/N: This fic will be out maybe next month or so. No confirmation yet, but it will be out soon. Since w/o warning is ending very VERY soon, I just thought it's appropriate to release this. It's a mix of suspense, thriller with a bit of slight sci-fi. Think Resident Evil? I'm not sure. haha but I think if you liked The Black Rose... you might like this ^^
Songs used are Trinity Blood OST's Crisis and the ending it's Gackt's Lust for Blood. Comments are loved... definitely. <33 Thanks to my sis who helped me picked the right song and Fransie for reading through my raw summary and ideas. Thanks to all my readers who motivated me to continue writing. I love you all <333

20 qns

2008-12-22T15:08:27Z

a. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.
b. Tag six people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.

1. What type of food do you like most?
Almost anything that's edible XD but especially desert/pastries yum<3

2. How do you style your hair?
simple side-parting

3. What is making you happy right now?
Talking to K <33

4. What are you currently reading?
A Matter of Necessity by T.D. Mckinney

5. Do you need music to study/write?
When writing = no, Study = maybe

6. What was the last book you read?
Guys in College by Mathew Haldeman

7. What was your first car?
Soon after I get my license XD

8. Do you have a crush at the moment?
OMG yes! But I hate admiting it XD

9. What is your favorite movie genre?
Suspense, thriller, comedy, romance, adventure with bits of horror/fantasy

10. What was the last thing you ate today?
Gummy sweets

11. What’s your morning routine?
wake up > looks at the clock > goes back to sleep > wakes up after my sis almost yell at me > grumble > look at the full length mirror > head out of room > toilet

12. What websites do you visit daily?
Facebook(just recently), LJ, POPSEOUL, AllKpop, Seoulfull, Aarinfantasy, Youtube

13.What kind of relationship do you want?
Loving, understanding with lots of hotness between the sheets.

14. Which languages do you wish you spoke?
Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, German

15. What do you want for Christmas?
I don't celebrate Christmas. Sorry.

16. What are you daydreaming about right now?
Nothing xD

17. Who are you current favourite artistes?
DongBangShinKi! EpikHigh!

18. Where would you like your next holiday to be?
South Korea! I'll kidnap Junsu(if not Onew or Taemin will do) and then marry him haha!

19. What is your dream car?
Shiny, sleek Jaguar or a Chrysler

20. Tell me something you love about the person who tagged you.
She's like my fanfic editor. Loves talking to her about anything dbsk or just anything. She speaks her mind.

6 persons (why only 6? XD sorry I had to choose ONLY 7 T_T) tagged: asuka2507 | venisu | lilxinyue | lady_shira32 | qteedee | moon1084

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w/o warning --12

2008-12-22T11:52:29Z

A/N: Ok, sorry for being gone for so long >_< I didn't mean to. I hope you haven't forgotten about me ^^; Enjoy a quite long chp haha coz its longer den usual ones XD

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |10 | 11

Chapter 12

Staring at the white ceiling, Changmin threw his fist up, full of determination. His other hand pillowed his head. Only time will tell how successful his mission was. If it goes as according to plan, he was one happy fan boy. Grinning, Changmin lowered himself against the wall, waiting for his older band mates in the dance studio.

A soft hum got his ears perking. Glancing over to the hopping boy, Changmin waved at him. Kim-Key flopped beside him with a stupid grin across his face.

“Hey, hyung!” Kim-Key hugged Changmin. “I miss you.”

“Didn’t I already meet you yesterday?” Changmin chuckled when Kim-Key snuggled closer. “How’s your day?”

“Good, but it would’ve been better if you’re here.” Kim-Key grinned.

***

A soft melody from the mp3 player filled the room. Changmin flipped over to the next page, his eyes intensely on the words before him. Finally, he had the time to finish up reading his hardcover, Harry Potter book without any disturbance from anyone.

Sighing contently, Changmin reached for the bowl of popcorns snuggled between his legs with one hand. He munched on them happily, feeling the caramel melt on his tongue. It taste so heavenly, he had to close his eyes and moan at the goodness of it.

A hand just had to tap the top of his knee, breaking his “trance”.

Changmin peered at the disturber, scowling. He hated that someone just had to come at the wrong time. Scooting away to the end of the sofa, he let the oldest member fold his legs beneath him.

“May I ask you something?” Jaejoong said in a hush-hush tone, that Changmin had to grin mentally.

It just had got to do with Yunho! He could just feel it!

“Yeah, what is it?” Changmin turnover the book, and placed it over the armrest.

“Uh, promise not to tell anyone, ok?” Jaejoong gnawed on his lower lip as his nerves gone haywire.

“I don’t kiss and tell.” Changmin grinned but Jaejoong scowled at him.

“No kissing.”

“I don’t want to kiss you either.” He mumbled under his breath as he looked over at the oldest member. “So, what’s the problem?”

Jaejoong clenched his knee, as though trying to constraint his nervousness. He looked straight at Changmin, unblinking.

“Not mine, but Yunho’s friend’s problem.” Jaejoong started. “He likes this guy friend of his. And Yunho asked for my opinion, and I don’t know how to answer him.”

“He’s gay?” Changmin couldn’t but grinned a little at his almost sneering tone. “Or is he bi?”

“I don’t know… it’s just that whenever he’s around Yunho, he gets all flustered and everything goes wrong. And he doesn’t know if Yunho’s gay or not, which I personally think he’s… straight.”

“Ah, so this friend of Yunho told you that?” Changmin rubbed his chin.

Jaejoong nodded.

“So, this friend of his, would want to hook up if he’s interested?” Changmin caught the slight flicker of panic in Jaejoong’s black orbs before they disappeared.

“I guess so.” Jaejoong’s voice dropped to a mere whisper, his eyes gazing at no particular object behind Changmin.

There was silence between them except for the light buzzing sound of cars outside. Changmin thought hard of an answer. Furrowing his brows, he let his brain worked the wheels.

“Why don’t you conf- I meant him, sorry.” Changmin gave an apologetic smile, thought he wasn’t, not the least bit. It was part of the plan actually.

“You meant that I should tell him to…”

“Confess.” Changmin tapped Jaejoong palm lightly. “You- He wouldn’t know if he hadn’t tried. You know, what if Yunho has feelings for him? Just that he’s waiting?”

Jaejoong’s mouth curved to a perfect “O”. And Changmin thought he saw Jaejoong perked up a little.

Oh yeah.

“Ok, thanks for the advice, Changmin.” Jaejoong pulled the other man into a friendly hug before strutting into his room.

With a foolish grin on his face, Changmin got back to reading. But in his head, he was giggling like a school girl.

***

That evening, after dinner, Changmin stood against the railing of the balcony, over looking the streetlights. The light breeze blowing against his face was like a lullaby. A neighbour’s dog was yelping in the background. His contented stomach caused him to burp.

He wondered if Kim-Key had slept. Smiling at his sudden concern, Changmin brushed off the strayed fringe and sat leaned forward, gauging the height from here to ground floor.

“Changmin, do you have a minute?” Yunho interrupted his thoughts from behind.

The handsome leader stood beside him. His eyes were staring out into space, as though he had been thinking. Changmin nodded at him.

“I know this is supposed to be a secret but I had to ask you some advice on it.” Yunho met his eyes without wavering.

“Oh, have you talked to others?” Changmin said.

“No, since Junsu and Yoochun seemed to be fighting, I didn’t want to trouble them.” Yunho looked away.

Ask him the bonus question. “How about Jaejoong?”

“Well, it’s got to do with him, so I can’t, you know, ask him.” Yunho smiled a little.

“Ok, go on.”

“My friend, X, is attracted to Jaejoong. I’ve no idea how, and X is a male.” Yunho scowled a bit before continuing. “And he wants to know if Jaejoong might like him too.”

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong for male attraction.” Changmin smiled. “Ok, so your friend wants to know the signs if Jaejoong likes him?”

“Yeah, I think.”

“Does he flinch when X touches him?”

“No.”

“Does he like… constantly stare at X’s lips when yo- they’re talking?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does he make eye contacts with X whenever they’re in he same area?”

“Yes…”

Changmin grinned. “Then I think he likes X.”

“Really?” Yunho’s eyes grew wide, as though he was shocked and glad. “I have to tell him!”

“Yeah, you should and tell him to move fast or he’ll miss the chance to… you know…” Changmin said and caught the slight blush crept up Yunho’s cheeks.

Changmin didn’t imagine that, did he?

***

Yoochun could feel the warmth radiating from his back, seeping through his clothes, leaving him feeling tingling everywhere. He wanted to turn and pulled that warm body close and burrowed his face in that baby soft hair. But he couldn’t. Junsu wouldn’t let him. Junsu probably hates him. Or maybe just distancing himself from Yoochun?

Pulling the comforters up till his chin, Yoochun listened to the rise and fall of Junsu’s breathing. Occasionally there would be sounds of clothes rustling as Junsu shifted. He turned to Junsu regardless of what his brain was saying. The bed creaked slightly.

“Junsu.” Yoochun said his name like a melody on his lips.

No response from the sleeping man. Yoochun smiled sadly, running his fingers over the cheekbone, down to the chin, and tracing the outline of those lips. He loved this man, but he wouldn’t force Junsu to love him back. Love is a two way road. If Junsu only sees him as a best male friend, then he would let go, no matter how much it hurts. Well, love equates to some sacrificial.

***

The lights flashed from every direction leaving blotches of colour in his vision. Jaejoong kept the smile on despite the fact that he wasn’t paying much attention to the questions thrown at his co-stars.

All he heard was the emcee saying what the movie was about and some information about the film location. Blah, blah. He didn’t give a damn about these right now because in his head was Yunho. What’s Yunho doing right now? Sleeping? Has he had his lunch? Was he memorizing lyrics? Jaejoong wanted to know all about him.

Once the press conference ended, Jaejoong took a breather in at the lift lobby. Walking outside to the garden, Jaejoong eyed at the bodyguard that had followed him. He stood upright, blank expression, and kept his distance to give Jaejoong some privacy. His eyes were locked on Jaejoong’s every movement.

Jaejoong turned his back to the bodyguard. His head was spinning with thoughts of Yunho and words from Changmin. Could he really confess? Did he have the guts? What if Yunho rejected-

His phone rang to their hit song.

“Hello, Yunho.” Jaejoong smiled when Yunho greeted him. He could imagine Yunho smiling on the other end.

“How was it? Ok?” Yunho leaned against the wooden chair. His finger circled the Starbucks logo on the white cup. He smiled politely at a waving fan.

“It’s good. But I see lots of purple circles.” Jaejoong laughed.

Yunho grinned. He loved Jaejoong’s laughter. He’d cover his mouth when laughing, a habit of his.

“Great, sounds like it went well. I’m at Starbucks, the usual place. Come by… please?” Yunho gripped the phone tightly. He was afraid Jaejoong would turn him down.

“Ok, I’ll come by.” Jaejoong said a little too quickly.

“Good, see you later.”

***

He was almost running. He couldn’t wait to meet Yunho. Jaejoong’s heart raced. He broke into a big grin as he caught sight of Yunho back. Jaejoong slowed his pace, and slowly sneaked on the suspecting Yunho a few metres away. Just then a young lady approached him, and Jaejoong instinctively stopped in his tracks and stared.

Who’s that girl? What’s she doing with Yunho?

The lady in question took a seat and inched closer to Yunho, way too close for Jaejoong’s peace of mind.

Get away from him you bitch! He’s-

Jaejoong thought his jaw would drop when the girl gave a peck on his cheek. Jealousy was burning in him. He knew he had no right… not when he wasn’t sure yet if Yunho shared the same feelings as him. Yunho wasn’t his but he ached by just looking at how close they were.

She had straight long jet black hair, just like Yunho’s ideal woman. Pretty. Woman. They looked perfect together. Jaejoong balled his fist so tight he could see his knuckles turning white.

He bit on his lower lip so hard he thought he’d bled. Now, he was sure Yunho was straight. There was no other way explaining the way he was acting right now. It hurts. Jaejoong gulped the lump in his throat.

And he let his leg moved at its on accord, which was to turn and run away.

***

The noise created by his three other band mates didn’t bother him but the clock was. Jaejoong had constantly glanced at the wall clock what seemed like every ten seconds, and it’s making his neck ache. He frowned. Why was the hand of the clock moving too slowly? Was the battery weak?

“Jaejoong, you’re sure you don’t want to join us?” Changmin asked as he picked the playing cards and handed them to Yoochun, who shuffled the stack.

“I’m not in the mood. You guys go on ahead.” Jaejoong turned back to stare at the clock. “Where the heck is Yunho? It’s already so late!”

“Maybe he’s got a date or something?” Yoochun offered but winced but Jaejoong glared at him.

“Even so, he should’ve called or something but he didn’t.” Jaejoong grumbled.

“Did you call him?” Junsu asked studying the card in his hand.

“Yeah.” Jaejoong lied. He couldn’t tell them he was too heartbroken, he didn’t have the courage to hear Yunho’s voice, yet that didn’t mean that he wasn’t worried.

The door creaked open, and a familiar thud step in. Yunho shook off his shoes before looking up. His eyes met Jaejoong’s. And everything else seemed to still.

“You’re late.” Jaejoong stated the obvious.

“Fuck you! I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t stood me up! I waited for you, and you never turned up!” Yunho’s face was a shade of red, it got even redder as he got more furious.

Jaejoong wouldn’t back down. It wasn’t his fault. Flipping his hair off his forehead, Jaejoong had his hands on his hips glaring.

“Oh, you shut up. It wasn’t my fault. If you hadn’t been busy seducing some girl, I wouldn’t have stood you up!”

Yunho blinked. All the fury suddenly evaporated.

“You mean Haewon?” Yunho asked.

“How the fuck do I know her name? Haewon whatever she must’ve been your slut.” Jaejoong poked his chest, stabbing painfully with his index finger.

Now the anger was back at full force. With one swift move, Yunho had Jaejoong pinned against the wall behind him, hands on either side of his head, hip to hip, chest to chest.

Their faces were just an inch apart that Jaejoong could feel Yunho’s breath, fanning his face. His eyes were dark with anger and something else… something intense.

Yunho spoke in a very low almost intimate voice. “If you must know, Haewon is my cousin. And if anyone should be my slut, it’s you.”

Jaejoong didn’t have time to register those words when Yunho kissed him hard. He could hear the gasped from the other members. But he couldn’t think straight with Yunho all hot for him. Jaejoong slid his tongue over Yunho’s. Hips were grinding. Yunho’s erection was throbbing against his thigh alongside his own.

“Ah, Yunho.” Jaejoong moaned his name when Yunho licked behind ear. “St-Stop.”

“I want you.” Yunho left a wet trail from his ear to his mouth. “Do you want me to stop?”

Jaejoong forced his eyes open, staring at the intensity of Yunho’s gaze.

To be continued...

A/N: So, well I can almost hear you screaming for more haha well that's if my guess is right XD SOrry i haven't been writing, due to exams and writer's block and projects I had my hand's full. I hope you liked this ^^ 3 more chps and it ends!! haha I can't wait

Are You In Love Quiz

2008-12-19T14:25:53Z

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{Notice} Official PEN NAME!

2008-11-21T12:38:07Z

Ok, finally I'm having a pen name, I mean an official one. And it's Lady Min. So, I'll start posting PDF formated files, and they'll be up for grabs ^^

Take Care <3

Love,
Lady Min

Rainy Memories --08

2008-11-20T14:58:34Z

Title: Rainy Memories
Chapters: ?
Genre: Angst, Drama, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yunjae, Yoosu
Summary:
An accident causes Yunho to lose his memory. When he'd recovered, he's hired to kill heir of the multi-million company, ACE Corp, Kim Jaejoong. Nothing could stop him, but, why did stalking Jaejoong triggered memories that he didn't know existed?

Jaejoong had slowly moved on after the death of his lover, Yunho. But one day he met with his supposedly dead lover. Unfortunately, Yunho didn't recall anything about their relationship at all. And he's determined to make Yunho remember how much he loved him.

Yoochun wasn't hired as a bodyguard for nothing. Strong and loyal, he'd protect Jaejoong at all cost. He had doubts about Yunho's real motive. And add to that, his partner seemed dangerous.

Junsu didn't know why his partner's delaying the time to kill Jaejoong. If he took too long, Junsu might have to kill Jaejoong himself, because, he himself didn't have much time left. And whenever he tried to, Yoochun would always be in the way.

He knew nothing about his brother's job, but Changmin trusted him not to break the law.

Time is ticking, and either one of them could find themselves face to face with... death.

Official Trailers: 01 | 02 | 03

A/N: A new chapter!

Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

Chapter 8

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Junsu shook his head and brushed pass Yoochun, exiting the toilet.

“Oh, I think you know very well.” Yoochun watched his retreated back and stared at his reflection through the mirror.

Everything was going to be alright, right? He hoped so.

***

The clock ticked away. He straightened the newspaper before flipping to the next page. Joe soaked in the silence of the room. Nothing beats the tranquillity of the quiet night. It was pretty late and yet, Yunho wasn’t home yet.

He picked a headline and read the article. Once in awhile, he’d sipped his cup of tea. He loved drinking tea before bed, a habit he picked up from his late wife. She was the best, finest woman he’d ever met and lost.

Joe trusted Yunho and that pretty boy to finish their job in two weeks. And now, they were left with ten days. If they don’t, he’ll take matter in his own hands. Junsu might not like it if he paid Changmin a surprise visit.

Just then the front door unlocked.

***

Yunho smiled at the man sitting on the armchair, peering at him over his cup of what he assumed tea. During the duration he’d stayed here, he noticed that Joe drank tea before bed.

Making his way to his room, he quickly changed into his pyjama bottoms and a sleeveless t-shirt. Yunho flopped on his bed with a contented sigh. He was tired and something else. Something else that he couldn’t describe.

He grasped his phone, and stared at the picture that Jaejoong had forced him to take.

You do have a mobile phone, right?
Yeah…
Let me take a look,
Why?
Please, Yunho?
Fine, here. Don’t pry my phone.
I won’t. I just want to…
Hey! What are you doing!?
Say cheese!
Give me back my phone!
Aw, you don’t want a picture of us? You hate me that much?
No. But I just don’t like taking photos…
Just this one, so that you’ll remember me…
Remember you?
Forget it. You don’t want too, then it’s ok.
Jaejoong, I-I’m sorry. I was harsh.
Then let’s take a picture.

Yunho stared at the photo. Jaejoong had a very big grin, with the peace sign, he was all around adorable. They looked just like a couple, which he’d admit. If only the circumstances were different, then maybe he would consider dating Jaejoong for real.

***

The calendar serves as a reminder to the crime that he’d commit in the coming days. Junsu tore his gaze away, burying his face in his pillow. How had his life ended this way? He hated how he couldn’t find other ways to get money. Desperate? Yes. But to whore himself? No.

Punching the mattress beneath him, Junsu sobbed silently. His time was running out soon. And knowing the hidden threat from Joe, Junsu shivered at the thought of losing his only family. It was a possibility, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. Never.

***

The morning was like any other. But colder today as it had rained during the night. Yoochun pulled a sweater over his head and headed out towards the kitchen. He grabbed a couple of granola bar and a small bottled of fresh milk and headed out, with his bag slinging over one shoulder.

He locked his apartment. A small elderly woman smiled up at him. He greeted her and boarded the lift. Half and hour later, he was parked in Jaejoong’s parking area. Shutting the engine, he stepped out of his black Lexus. He made a beeline to the kitchen, glad Jaejoong was already dressed and happily eating his bowl of cereal.

“Good, you’re early today.” Yoochun pulled out a chair.

“Well, aren’t I always?” Jaejoong grinned, sipping his fruit juice.

“Make that sometimes.” Yoochun chuckled when Jaejoong threw him a glare. “Twenty minutes, and we’re off to school. So eat, and don’t talk.”

Jaejoong rolled his eyes.

***

A shiver ran up his spine as the cold morning bit on his skin. Junsu continued cycling down the slope, turning a corner. He grabbed the rolled paper from his half-open bag and threw it over the fences of luxurious houses.

He wasn’t one to complain. The job was easy, but the downside was he had to wake up early. Junsu didn’t care, as long as it helped him financial wise, he was all for it. Working as a newspaper delivery boy wasn’t bad. He’d taken advantage of the cycling as a morning exercise. It kept him in shape, and relieved whatever tension that was eating him up. Besides, it made him feel more energetic.

Once he’d finish delivering, he parked his bicycle outside the multi-storey flashy apartment, and took a lift up. Junsu unlocked the door and grinned at Yunho who was tying his shoelace.

“Sneakers?” Junsu grinned as he pulled off his own shoes.

Yunho pulled himself up and dusted his butt. “Ok, I’m off to school. Take care of the house. And could you pick the dirty clothes from my room? I forgot to drop it in the laundry bag.”

“Sure. You take care too.” Junsu let Yunho hugged him.

“Ok, see you later.” Yunho winked and made a quick grab of Junsu’s full rear.

Before Junsu had the chance to retort, Yunho had bolted away. Coward. Junsu smirked at himself.

***

“Min, you look good. How’s the nurses? Good?” Junsu teased his blushing brother.

“They’re good, alright.” Changmin pushed himself off the bed to sit up, with his back against the pillow.

“And am I hearing ‘but there’s a cute nurse that I like?’ am I right?” Junsu giggled when Changmin poked the side of his rib.

“Yeah, cute foreign doctor. Cute French guy.”

“Oh, Min! You’ve got high standards!” Junsu giggled uncontrollably. He was glad that his brother had an interesting target.

“Is he blonde?” Junsu asked after his giggles had subsidised.

Changmin nodded.

“Aw, that is cute!” Junsu giggled again.

Junsu loved moments like this, making his brother smile, being able to let him forget that he was sick. It didn’t matter that he would have to head to school in a few hours time. If time permits, he would love to spend a whole day here. But these few days, he couldn’t.

“How about you, hyung?” Changmin looked at his brother expectantly.

Junsu smiled. “I don’t have time to do so. Maybe later, when everything’s ok.”

“Someone needs to pamper you, hyung. You work too much.” Changmin pressed his lips together, disapproving of his brother’s singlehood.

“One day, Min. But not now.” Junsu patted his brother’s head.

To be continued...

A/N: Oh, hope it sheds more light about the past... and the future...

w/o warning --11

2008-11-19T14:34:52Z

A/N: An update! ^^ Oh it's nearing to the end!! Hope you like it <3

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 |10

Chapter 11

Jaejoong crawled beneath the comforters and snuggled closer to the sleeping Yunho. His scent was intoxicating. Fighting the urge to lick the back of Yunho’s neck, Jaejoong sighed.

Did he have the courage to admit these growing feelings that’s fluttering in his stomach and swelling in his heart? He didn’t know. But he hoped there was a chance to explore.

“What should I do?” Jaejoong thought aloud, tucking a hand beneath his head.

***

The slight click of the door told Changmin that Jaejoong had came through the front door. He was back late. Changmin wondered where he had been. Maybe he was sorting out the problems between him and Yunho. Well, that was what he hoped. Turning his gaze back to the computer, he clicked on the blinking orange icon on the taskbar.

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
hey, I think Yoosu’s not in good condition.

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
looked like they’re fighting or something

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
really?

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
then what are you going to do?

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
do you still want them together?

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
OF COZ! I know they love each other

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
and it’s more than just friends

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
they just need guidance

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
haha yeah

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
I’ve never seen your face before…

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
hmm?

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
u know, I was just wondering what you looked like…

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
haha someday you will

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
not now

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
I’m not ready to show my face

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
No worries

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
XD

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
ok I got to go. Talk to you some other time.

CM || Only and Idiot Reads This says:
You too! Bye!

s w e e t x [the sweetest ever] says:
bye!

***

Yoochun lifted his gaze to the alarm clock sitting pretty by his side. Fortunately, it was still too early to hit the showers. He rolled on his side to observe his sleeping angel. Running his fingers over Junsu’s hips, he drew small circles, feeling his heart swell. It felt like bursting. This feeling. What was it called? Love, his head told him.

Yes, he was in love. He was very sure of it. If not, why would he have given his body, his ass and everything else to Junsu? He gave everything he could, all for Junsu. All for the man he loved.

Always would.

It had been a long way. Years flew by, and now he was standing on the fence, almost crossing to the other side. He wasn’t gay. But he was gay for this man. Yoochun walked his fingers up to touched Junsu’s silky hair.

His best friend.

Would Junsu take the first step with him? Take their friendship to a new level? Shaking the thought away, Yoochun smiled. He would cherish every moment with Junsu. And he’d wait for Junsu’s confession. However long it takes.

***

He moaned at the soft caresses. Junsu hazily blinked his eyes open. And the first thing he saw was Yoochun. Smiling up at him. Without thinking, Junsu jerked away from the touch, causing him to fall over the bed. Lucky him, he landed on his butt.

“Junsu, are you alright?” Yoochun crawled over to peer at him. Concern written all over his face.

“I’m alright! Why are we naked?” Junsu’s shrieked. Eyes were now on fire, fury eating him up slowly.

“What are you talking about? We had sex, Junsu.” Yoochun moved over so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. “Or made love, depending on how you see it.”

Sex? It couldn’t be! He was with outside with a girl. Not Yoochun! Maybe Yoochun had… had taken him home or something and then…

“You raped me!” Junsu screamed. His voice now so high it could have broke the window behind him.

“I didn’t!” Now it was Yoochun’s turn to scream. How could Junsu accuse him of rape!? When it was Junsu who was humping him to oblivion?

“You did!” Junsu pulled the covers to hide his crotch. “It must be! It can’t be me who raped you!”

Yoochun yanked Junsu by the neck and threw him across the bed. “You listen here, babe.”

“What!?” Junsu hissed.

“You were dumped, then you were drunk.” Yoochun growled. “And you fucked me.” Yoochun emphasised the third word by poking Junsu’s chest.

“Bullshit!” Junsu pushed Yoochun off of him. “I don’t believe you. You’re trying to get some sympathy from me? Forget it. I know you’re trying to brainwash me. You think by this way, I’d feel guilty and go homo with you? Forget it! I’m straight; get it in your head. I’m not you. Don’t make me like you!”

Junsu stormed out, without looking back. Yoochun slumped on the bed. Face buried in his hand as a sob escaped from him.

***

The afternoon was nearing its end. The boys were tired after recording five songs straight without much break in between. Yoora rubbed her tired eyes. After stretching from sitting for too long, she went over to run through their schedule tomorrow.

Yunho groaned. “Save it for tomorrow, will you?”

Yoora looked from one face to the other. “Ok, I’ll remind you guys again tomorrow.”

“Good.” Changmin stretched his back. “I feel so hungry I could eat a whale.”

Yoochun smirked. “I bet you would even eat that mike if it’s edible.”

Jaejoong doubled over. Glancing over at Junsu, Jaejoong scowled.

“Junsu, you’re ok?” Jaejoong patted his shoulder.

“I’m alright.” Junsu gave a weak smile before turning to exit the recording room.

Yoochun looked away. His chest tightened at the thought of this morning. Biting back the urge to protest Junsu’s reply, Yoochun excused himself.

“I need to pee.” Yoochun said.

And he made his way out the room and down the hall. Turning to his left, he darted inside. Thank goodness it was empty. Yoochun picked the last cubicle and locked himself in. He closed the toilet lid, sat on it and stared at nothingness.

He bit back a sob that threatened to erupt. It was too much for him. Being in the same room as Junsu wasn’t so bad, but having that smile vanished from him felt worse. For the sake of their band mates, they had played their usual role well, hiding their tension well.

But Yoochun didn’t know how long he could keep up with this pretence. Biting his lips hard, he let the tears wet his cheeks.

***

The kitchen was quiet except for the cluttering kitchenware. Yunho stood with his back against Jaejoong. He was setting the table while Jaejoong chopped some garlic. Yoochun and the other two members were sent to buy the ingredients for dinner. Changmin hadn’t wanted to, but after he was told that Jaejoong was cooking, he volunteered. Nobody would give up the chance to eat Jaejoong’s cooking.

“Hey, Jae-“ Yunho paused, sized up the gorgeous boy.

“Yes?” Jaejoong glanced over his shoulder, and continued tying the string behind, just above the curve of his butt.

“Need help?” Yunho sauntered over, hoping he would say yes.

“Yes, if you don’t mind.” Jaejoong laughed.

Yunho closed their distance. It was a mistake on his part because when he was this close, he could smell his spicy cologne. The curve of his neck looked so smooth, and Yunho had the urge to flick his tongue across it.

“You’re gorgeous.” Yunho blurted. He winced when it came out suddenly.

“Thanks, you’re no different.” Jaejoong chuckled.

With his front just a few inches from Jaejoong’s back, he couldn’t help but study how beautiful his rear was. He could feel the heat emitting from the man. Ignoring the throbbing of his heart, Yunho pulled two strings from both side of Jaejoong’s hips and tied a knot. Then when it was done, he gave those sexy hips a squeeze.

Jaejoong inhaled sharply when Yunho’s hand lingered on his hips. He felt a quick rush in him. All blood went south, awakening the fire of lust in him. He wanted to turn and embrace Yunho but was afraid he’d be rejected.

Jaejoong could feel his heart constricting his throat “Yunho?” He gulped. The sound came out in low whisper.

“Yeah?” Yunho gave in to his desire and hugged Jaejoong close, pulling him back against his front. “You’re really warm.”

The hot breath tickled Jaejoong’s ear, sending delicious tremor through him. He didn’t want Yunho to let go. And he wanted to kiss him, so badly. Would Yunho push him away if he did so? Or would he kiss him back? His head told him no. But he was following his heart. He had to take chances, no matter what the consequence was.

When Jaejoong pulled away from his embrace, Yunho thought he was doomed, that he would loose him. But when Jaejoong instead spun and smiled at him, Yunho didn’t know how to react. Was Jaejoong going to slap him? Or was he going to pretend it didn’t happen? He expected the latter.

But what he didn’t expect was Jaejoong kissing him. Devouring him through his mouth. Yunho groaned. His arm quickly came around Jaejoong’s waist to rock him against his body.

Jaejoong slipped his arms around Yunho’s neck, pulling him closer. They didn’t break away and was forced to breathe through their noses. He’d waited for this forever, and now, to kiss Yunho thoroughly… he was a goner.

“You shouldn’t have worn anything beneath this apron.” Yunho muttered against Jaejoong’s neck.

“Uh, if only I knew…” Jaejoong slipped his hand beneath Yunho’s slacks and cupped his prize through his boxers.

“Oh, gorgeous.” Yunho scraped his teeth along the other man’s collarbone. “I want you.”

“Yunho!” Jaejoong groaned his name as the other took over his nipple through the thin apron.

Jaejoong pulled Yunho up and attacked him lips. This time with much more hunger. He sucked Yunho’s tongue into his, tasting the man that he wanted, needed, loved. Splaying his palms over Yunho’s chest, he pushed the latter back till he was trapped between him and the kitchen counter.

“Oh, so good. Jaejoong… oh my god…” Yunho moaned.

If Jaejoong don’t stop grinding against his crotch, he swore he would cream his boxers. Yunho pulled down his zipper exposing his stiff manhood, leaking with pre-come. Seeing Jaejoong licking his lips, he thought he was done for.

“Let me…” Jaejoong didn’t finish his sentence and scrunched up the apron, freeing his own manhood from the constraint of his shorts.

He fisted both their shaft together. Yunho watched Jaejoong’s face flush at the pleasure. Soon his hand was a blur. He climaxed hard with Jaejoong’s name on his lips. Jaejoong trembled violently, spurting his sticky come between them.

“We dirtied your apron.” Yunho said after he was calm enough to talk.

Jaejoong laughed, and so did he.

A loud click brought their heads to the door.

“Shit. They’re back.” Yunho hissed, pushing Jaejoong away gently.

***

“We’re back!” Changmin shouted at the top of his lungs, happily hopped in with the tub of ice-cream hugged close to his chest. “This is mine! No one touches this.”

“Selfish.” Junsu chuckled. He put the grocery back on the counter. “What are you doing? Washing?”

“Yeah.” Jaejoong nodded.

“Apron?” Yoochun said after closer inspection.

Jaejoong laughed. “Oh, Yunho here was a little clumsy and he spilled some sauce on my pretty apron.”

“Just put that aside! I’m hungry!” Changmin whined, clutching his stomach.

“Dinner will be ready soon.” Jaejoong grinned and smiled at Yunho.

When Yunho returned his smile with a wink, Jaejoong floored.

To be continued...

A/N: Ok, if it's messy, tell me. I don't know if I potrayed the emotions well. You tell me. Coz I thought it's slightly messy. Anyway comments are loved.

Wrong Rubber --ONESHOT

2008-11-18T14:29:45Z

Title: Wrong Rubber
Chapters: 1
Genre: Crack
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu, Yunjae, Min?
Summary: The aftermath of Wrong Number mv.
A/N: I was chatting with Fransie (dbsk_jaeho ) on MSN, and we're cracking about Wrong Number mv a few days ago. We talked crap. believe me, and I turned that into a oneshot! Enjoy! I hope it'll crack you! And to Vernice (venisu ) welcome back. J~~UNSU RAPED YOUR YOOCHUN!~~

Wrong Rubber

Yunho slid lower in the bathtub as he let his head rest on the cold tile. He let the warm water soaked his tired body. The room was misty and smelt pleasant from the fragrant oil that he’d used for the bathtub. Groaning his contentment, Yunho lifted his hand from the thick layer of bubbles to comb his hair away from his face.

The staff had been nice enough to let them stay overnight at Boutique M Hotel. They had been so dead tired to even bother going back to their apartments. Besides, the rooms were booked for a whole day, and its money wasted if it wasn’t used.

And having the image of Jaejoong surrounded that much of men, got on his nerves. Though he wasn’t complaining, deep down he wished they’d at least keep a good radius from his lover. He wasn’t unreasonable, but a one kilometre radius would be good. No? He’d been more possessive these past few days, he didn’t know why but maybe because he loved that man. His man. And it wasn’t a bad thing.

Closing his eyes, Yunho cursed at the jarring sound of the phone. He narrowed at the phone vibrating against the cold marble counter right net to the sink. Fuck whoever had the nerve to call him.

He stepped out of the tub, without drying himself, walked towards the counter and answered.

***

The wine was untouched. Yet Jaejoong was acting like a drunk, screaming into the phone at his boyfriend who’s in the bathroom just a few metres away.

“Yunho, you better get your ass here before I fuck you,” Jaejoong breathed heavily. “Even if you get here, I’ll still fuck you!”

“Fuck you.” Yunho groaned from the other end.

“Oh, I would like that!” Jaejoong ended it and threw it across the reddish carpet.

He’d been fuming, well almost. Being a professional singer, he’d learnt to cap his feelings, especially his jealousy seeing Yunho sitting on two of their dancers lap. “That ass is mine” he kept telling himself, but he couldn’t stop himself from mentally ripping the heads off those dancers.

It sounds stupid, but what could someone deep in love do? Jaejoong sighed in frustration as he stared at the ceiling. He fumbled through his toiletries pouch and pocketed a travel-sized lube and made his way to the bathroom.

Oh, fuck. He needed to get laid.

***

Rolling his eyes, Yunho threw the phone towards the counter. It landed nicely on top of the towel that he’d discarded when he’d stepped into the bathtub. He slid back into a comfortable position in the tub before the door slid open.

His pretty raven-haired boy stepped in, stark naked for his eyes to feast on. Jaejoong padded over and stared at him, hands on both sides of his hips.

“Did I mention you look hot in that tub?” Jaejoong blew an imaginary strand of hair away from his face.

“Then get in the tub! I want to take you raw!” Yunho smirked.

Jaejoong inched closer. Before he had the time to sit inside the tub, Yunho pulled him down into a passionate kiss. He pulled Jaejoong closer, chest to chest, and crotch to crotch. Suddenly the warm water felt cold as it hit his heated skin.

“Darling, I want you now! Fuck me!” Jaejoong rasped as he straddled Yunho’s hip and widened his thigh as far as he could.

“Oh fuck.” Yunho groaned.

***

Changmin heard the grumbling. He’d tried to ignore it, but it seemed not to heed his need to sleep. Grumbling, Changmin made his way down the quiet corridor and stopped at the door at the end. He knew what those two were up to, since he’d seen the sexual tension lying around.

He had to admit he was feeling horny at the thought of them fucking mindlessly. But what’s new about that? He secretly had a fetish of watching his band mates screwing each other; Yunho fucking Jaejoong and Yoochun fucking Junsu. It was mind-blowing hot. And he always, guilt-freely jerked off to them.

There wasn’t anything wrong with that, right? Pulling the spare access card to the room that he’d gotten from the cute-as-a-button receptionist with his kitty-kissing-hug-days charm, Changmin slid in. The green light blinked and he pushed down the handle and stepped in.

***

“So hot, uh… so hot… uh… oh my god! Uh!” Yunho said in between pants.

He slammed hard into the hotness of his lover. Jaejoong gripped on the metal bar to support himself as Yunho hovered over him, fucking his brains out. The frequent slide of his back against the end of the tub was sure going to hurt later. But right now he didn’t care. He wanted it so badly he ached.

“Oh, yeah! Harder! Harder!” Jaejoong lolled his head, feeling the delicious torture.

“Oh, fuck!” Yunho latched his lips over his lover’s ear. “I’m going to come.”

***

At the sound of the moaning, Changmin breathed hard. His face was now a dark shade of red. His nostrils flared. And he was hard. So damn hard. He wanted to fuck something. God, anything.

He plastered his ear to the door. Trying to listen closer, his watch accidentally knocked on the door. Shit.

***

“Yah! Changmin! We’re not conducting sexual education here! Get your ear off that door before I fuck you!” Yunho screamed as he heard the knock.

Jaejoong glared at him. Yunho didn’t know how he managed to glare at him while he was being thoroughly fucked. Sliding his arm behind Jaejoong’s knees, he pushed them till they touched his shoulder, giving him more access. Jaejoong moaned as Yunho abused his prostrate gland in a heavenly way.

“I don’t want to fuck you either!” Changmin shouted back and stomped off only to stop to reply. “I’d rather fuck the piano! And I can fuck it as many times as I want!”

“Yunho!” Jaejoong rasped his name.

“What the fuck!?” Yunho said both to Changmin’s statement and Jaejoong’s gasping.

“I’m going to come!” Jaejoong panted.

***

Scratching the side of his torso in irritation, Junsu slammed the door open to Yunho and Jaejoong’s room. Changmin stood there red-faced. He was probably embarrassed or aroused, and Junsu can’t decide which it was. But he had a feeling it was both.

“What’s all the noise huh?” Junsu shouted so that the occupant in the bathroom could hear him.

No answer.

Yoochun came into view, sliding his arm around Junsu’s waist. “What’s going on? And Fuck what?”

“Me! Me! Me!” Junsu whispered playfully in his lover’s ear.

Tightening his grip, Yoochun spun Junsu so that they were face to face. “Oh, babe. I ached for you.”

Changmin kicked the door to get the mushy couple’s attention. When they saw him, Changmin crossed his arm over his chest.

“Hey, would the three of you mind giving us some privacy?” Yunho appeared at the door, towel hanging low over his hips.

Involuntarily, Changmin licked his upper lips. “Well-“

“Boys!” A sound boomed from the entrance door.

They paled. Horrified at the sight.

A skinny old man, old enough to be their grandfather walked in with a gropup of men behind him. Yunho scowled. What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of kick-ass action movie, where the thugs just arrived?

“Uh, we-“ Yunho began to say but was cut abdruptly.

“Boys, boys!” He clapped his hand. The wiry frame of his glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. His slightly oily face would’ve been enough to fry an egg.

Lee Soo-Man was a man to be loved and loathed. But right now, Jaejoong felt the latter. Barging in at the wrong time, and in their state of undress, it wasn’t a pleasant sight too. Cocking his hips against the table that sat just near the television, Jaejoong stared at the man in question.

“It’s ok boys. If you’re worried about me finding about your sexual preference, rest assured, I couldn’t care less.” Soo-Man grinned. Light glinted from it, and it left Junsu wondering what part of its fake.

“So, then why are you...?” Jaejoong couldn’t let the words form though in his head, he was screaming like a mad man.

Soo-Man snapped his fingers and a big bulky man stepped from the crowd, handing him a CD. “This my boys, are your performance.”

“Performance?” Yoochun squinted in curiosity. “What performance?”

“You’ll know later. First, I need to check that all the rooms are in good condition.” Soo-Man made his way to the adjacent room, Changmin’s room.

Junsu looked at Yoochun when they stepped into the quiet room. Everything was intact. Nothing wrong except…

“What the fuck did you do to my piano!?” Yoochun screamed before lunging towards his beloved baby.

Junsu stood behind his lover, inspecting what his lover was fuming about. “What the hell is that?”

“Sticky come.” Jaejoong offered with a roll of his eyes. “God, Changmin did you fuck that thing?”

“Hell yeah! Sexy thing, turns me on.” Changmin laughed. “I’m so sorry about the mess, Yoochun. I’ll clean it up. I promise.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Yoochun caressed the shiny black top, feeling it slid smoothly beneath the pad of his fingers. “Only my baby’s sweet come can decorate this paino, you hear that!?”

Changmin shrugged. “Whatever.”

Yunho laughed so hard he thought he’d cry. “God, that piano is your new sex toy. Oh , god, it should now be sold in sex shops!”

Junsu howled in laughter, clutching his stomach. Yoochun grinned. So much for being the innocent youngest member. Huh, kiss his ass!

“Your ass is mine.” Junsu hissed in Yoochun’s ear, as though reading that thought.

“I know, babe. I’m all yours.” Yoochun cupped the back of Junsu’s head for a quick kiss.

“So,” Yunho cleared his throat, bringing all the eyes in the room towards him. “What performance are you going to release to the upcoming album?”

“Bed performace.” Soo-Man grinned. “It’ll be released as a special DVD along with your next album. Exclusively for Cassiopeia. Version A, Yunjae. Version B, Yoosu, And, version C, Chang-Pia-Min-No.”

The End.

A/N: Tell me you're laughing! XD

Random

2008-11-18T12:27:46Z

Vernice made me paste this here. XD

Secret Garden --ONESHOT

2008-11-14T15:18:04Z

Title: Secret Garden
Chapters: 1
Genre: Mystery, Yaoi
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yoosu
Beta Reader: dbsk_jaeho
Summary: Sometimes it's better if you don't know.
A/N: This is an entry for Yoosu Yongwonhi's High School Fic Contest. Enjoy ^^ I hope you like it ^^

He was running. Why couldn’t he run any faster? He knifed through the crowd of students who were heading home. The pepper-haired old hag would be hogging by the school gate stopping whoever who tried to skip detention class. Those caught would be punished double.

And Yoochun wasn’t one to give her the satisfaction. Trudging down the corridor, he heard his buddies called out his name. The school bell kept ringing for a few more seconds before giving way to the students bolting out of their classrooms with bags slung over their shoulders.

"What?" Yoochun turned a fraction, looking annoyed.

"I've got extra math class, so wait for me. Don't go home without me, you hear?" Changmin stood right in front of Yoochun.

"Yeah, ok, I got to get myself out of her sight and hide somewhere.” Yoochun began jogging away. “And yeah, I’ll wait for you!” He shouted before descending the stairs two at a time.

Yoochun jumped off the last step and turned to his left into the school’s backyard. The vast greenery was the pride of the school. Being a little over a century old, the school had a reputation for its beautiful scenery; preserving the lush greenness. The dark red bricks were the school’s building’s foundation. It looked like an old English school but heck, it was a Korean school!

His foot moved forward one over the other. The soft ground squished beneath his black shiny loafers. He had found this place during lunch break. And an idea struck him. If he couldn’t get pass the gate, then, he would probably have luck in hiding here.

Yoochun touched the bronze metal that surrounded the garden ahead. His hand ran over the metal, nose crinkling at the slightly pungent smell of rusted metal. Why hadn’t anyone mentioned about this place before? Or did they not know about it?

Moving around, Yoochun scanned for an opening. There has got to be a way to get in.

My heart and soul I give to you.

His ears perked up, trying to trace where the voice came from. Walking around the big walnut tree, Yoochun found the gate. He pushed them gently. It gave way without much resistance. It creaked, grating on his ears.

Once he stepped in, something pleasant, flowery teased his nostrils. He willed his legs to move further in.

Our love will always be taboo.

The singing sounded louder now. Yoochun parted the shoulder-high bushes to his sides, creating a path for him to the owner of that angelic voice. Something sharp caught his finger. Yoochun pulled away and stared at his bloodied finger. Shit. Stupid bush.

Cursing a few more expletives in his head, he started moving again.

But in forever’s name I’ll wait for you.

He paused. The sight before him took the breath out of his lungs, leaving him breathless. A young boy, most probably his age, was bending over his hips, with a white flower in hand. He wore a white shirt over mini chequered dark navy pants just like Yoochun’s. The maroon gold striped tie hung neatly around his neck. A fellow schoolmate? How could he have missed such a beauty?

Yoochun stalked forward. He didn’t want to scare the boy away.

For the day our love to be true.

He cursed again. This time at his foot that had stepped on a tree branch, causing a loud snap. The singing halted. The boy turned. Their eyes met. Yoochun felt currents sizzling between them.

“Hello.” The boy waved at him to come over. “What are you doing here?”

Yoochun gulped. “I-I was just trying to skip detention class.”

The boy slipped the white lilac in his hair. It rested just above his ears, a contrast to his jet-black hair. The short mane swept over his forehead. He had eyes that looked like a dash rather than a double-eyelid almond shaped. Even so, he was beautiful with fair almost pale skin exposed.

“Oh, you’re such a naughty boy.” He giggled. “Come over here. I don’t mind the company.”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you.” Yoochun walked over slowly, trying to hide his slightly flushed face. “I heard your singing, and-and it’s… beautiful.”

The boy looked up suddenly. His eyes sparkled at the compliment. A shy smile crept up the corners of his lips. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.” Yoochun plopped down on the warm wooden bench. “So, what’s your name?”

“I’m Junsu.” He extended his hand which Yoochun almost greedily took. “And you’re?”

“I’m Yoochun.” Yoochun held the soft hand a little longer than he should.

He reluctantly let go and scooted closer. His thigh brushed Junsu’s, sending warm sizzles up his thigh. The tall, lushly thick tree towered over them, acting as a shelter form the warm sun.

“Yoochun, what are you in detention for?” Junsu asked.

“I was late for class today, and Mrs. Lee made me go for detention class. I don’t know the reason why I have to. It’s just a waste time.” Yoochun leaned back, supported by the heels of his hands.

“I’m sure she’s not that bad.” Junsu played with another white lilac, twirling around his fingers.

“You haven’t been caught by her, aren’t you?”

Junsu shook his head.

“Ah, no wonder.” Yoochun chuckled. “So, what are you doing here instead of in school? No extra lessons?”

Junsu grinned. “No. It’s been quite a long time since the last time I had one.”

“Oh.” Yoochun turned around to see a bed of roses. Blood red beauty, among the thorns. That sounded so clichéd. Shaking his head silly, Yoochun leaned forward, picking one.

“Oh, shit!” Yoochun yelped when something sharp bit into his index finger.

He pulled his fingers for better inspection. Blood began pooling out. He should have been more careful next time. Before he could wipe the blood on his shirt front, Junsu pulled his finger into the warmth of his mouth.

“Junsu.” Yoochun was rendered speechless.

Junsu licked the wound, and then suckled it like a baby would do when milking from his mother. The suction was strong yet sensuous, almost pulling an imaginary string around his crotch, bringing his manhood to a standing ovation. Yoochun let out a groan.

“Yoochun, you taste good.” Junsu peered over his lashes, eyes now dark with a naughty glint.

“Urgh.” Yoochun instinctively pulled away his fingers but Junsu sunk his teeth in it, stopping the act.

“You like me?” Junsu asked with his lips still around Yoochun’s index finger.

“Maybe?” Yoochun licked his sudden dry lips.

Junsu let go of his fingers and stared into his eyes. “I like you. I just like you.”

The soft rustle of the leaves didn’t stop Junsu’s fingers from caressing Yoochun’s neck. A small tingle sent Yoochun jerking away.

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Yoochun tried to look everywhere but Junsu’s face.

“It’s ok. Maybe you’re not a queer as I thought you were.” Junsu pouted. “But you’re really cute.”

“Uh, thanks.” Yoochun ruffled the back of his hair, frustration eating him up.

Yoochun sighed heavily and continued. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.”

Junsu chuckled. He held Yoochun’s head against his. “So am I, Yoochun.”

He glanced at Junsu’s trembling hands and smiled. Well, he was glad that he wasn’t the only one. Cupping the back of his head, Yoochun kissed Junsu’s parted lips. Tongue mingled and mated. Soft moans elicited. The kiss went from soft and gentle to hot and demanding the next minute.

Yoochun kept telling himself that it wasn’t like him to have sex with someone he’d just met. But this felt different. He felt like something pulling him towards this boy. It’s like some unseen current that had a leash around his neck, refusing to let him free of this lust that was slowly burning.

Clothes began to shimmy off, leaving them both naked, skin to skin. Sweat slicked their bodies. Junsu ducked his head and took Yoochun’s jutting member into his mouth. Yoochun clutched Junsu’s head tightly, holding him in place. His hips moved to the flow, and slowly he was fucking that sweet mouth that belonged to the face of an angel.

“Ah, Junsu, I’m going to come-“ Yoochun lolled his head back, thrusting his hips.

Junsu removed his mouth from around Yoochun’s throbbing member with a pop. “Don’t.”

Yoochun frowned a little. He was having a hard time processing what had just been said. “Don’t?”

“Don’t come yet.” Junsu eased down on the bench, legs bent at the knees, spreading them wide enough for Yoochun’s mouth to water at the sight of that pink puckered hole.

“Come inside me.” Junsu gave him a come hither look, which had Yoochun’s doubt crumbling down. He flipped over, supporting himself on all fours, shoving his taut rear for Yoochun’s taking.

Without hesitation, Yoochun pushed Junsu’s head low till he could see his own leaking member. Whilst at that, Yoochun gripped Junsu’s hips while the other positioned his shaft. He slowly slid in; the muscle enveloping him. Once the head entered the rim of muscles, the rest of him slid in smoothly. Hot and tight like a second skin.

Yoochun began thrusting slowly, languidly. Junsu moaned beneath him. His back slicked with beads of sweat. Then, Yoochun pulled out bit by bit, before slamming back in hard and fast. Junsu whimpered, stroking himself more avidly.

The sound of skin slapping was such a turn on; Yoochun thought he might just come right then. At every thrust his balls would slap against Junsu’s, now drawn tight at the brink of an orgasm.

“Junsu… uh!” Yoochun pressed his chest against the pale sweaty back. “I’m going to come.”

“Me too!” Junsu moaned, gasping for air.

Yoochun wound his arm around the narrow waist. His thumb swiped at the hot tip, now leaking with abundance of pre-come. He licked at the patch of skin behind Junsu’s ear. Junsu almost clawed the bench as pleasure heightened.

The thrust had grown short. Yoochun could feel his shaft already erected to the max. Another few hit at the prostate gland, and Junsu came with a throaty cry of pleasure. His knees gave way and he slumped forward, boneless.

The muscle around his member went into spasm. Yooochun arched his hips, as he came with so much force he saw stars. He pulled out and lay on top of his lover. The gorgeous flush of orgasm painted that smooth pale skin. Eyes closed, Junsu’s lips were parted slightly, breathing heavily.

“That was incredible.” Yoochun muttered.

“You’re sexy.” Junsu murmured against his ear.

“Thanks, baby.” Yoochun patted Junsu butt and pulled him for another kiss. “We better get dressed just in case someone finds us-“

“Yeah, and what are we going to do about that?” Junsu giggled pointing at the splotches of come.

“Just use the damn leaf to clean it off.” Yoochun smirked.

They got dressed and cleaned up the place, making sure that there wasn’t any evidence of their romp.

“We’re done, but I’m feeling sleepy.” Yoochun yawned. “Are you?”

“I am too. You tire me.” Junsu pulled Yoochun to the walnut tree that had most probably witnessed them having a hot romp.

“What are you doing?” Yoochun followed.

Junsu sat with his back against the bark and indicated for Yoochun to settle on his lap. “Come here, sleep on my lap.”

“Won’t you get a blood clot? My head isn’t that light you know.” Yoochun dodged the playful punch.

God, he loved Junsu’s giggle. It was just so fittingly cute!

Yoochun let Junsu’s thigh pillow him. As he closed his eyes, he had this image of bliss with Junsu in it. And that made him smile.

***

“Yoochun! Yoochun!” A pair of big hands shook him.

Something blurry and big filled his visions. Yoochun blinked rapidly. He jerked away so violently, he thought he might have fallen off the bench. He groaned and sat up. Yoochun gasped.

“What-?” Yoochun looked at Changmin with utter confusion.

“I was worried, that’s why. I looked for you everywhere, and couldn’t find you. And then I found you in the garden.” Changmin patted his shoulder. “Are you alright? You look kind of pale.”

“I’m fine really.” Yoochun thought his jaw felt stiff. “Why am I here?”

Yoochun took in the white mattress beneath him. The white curtains parted slightly. Pretty and young, Dr. Lina straddled the stool, looking over her file.

“Are you hurt anywhere, Yoochun?” Dr. Lina asked as she walked over and stood beside Changmin.

“None that would get me killed.” Yoochun joked. He moved further to the edge of the bed, letting his leg swung above the ground.

“I found you in the garden, probably knocked out cold when you fell off the bench. My guess is you slept there.” Changmin pointed at his head.

Yoochun brought up his hand and touched the bandage. “God, was I bleeding?”

“No, just a scratch and a bump.” Dr. Lina offered. “By the way, what were you doing there if I may ask?”

“I was running away from Mrs. Lee.” Yoochun said.

Dr. Lina smirked. “Don’t tell me… detention?”

Yoochun groaned. “Yeah, yeah. I was late, ok? It’s not like I’m always late, you know.”

Dr. Lina shrugged. “I’ve no comments. Anyway, what were you doing there? The garden’s locked-“

“No it wasn’t. I heard this beautiful voice singing. It was really beautiful and I followed the voice. The gate was unlocked! I just pushed it and then stepped into one of the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen.” Yoochun blushed as he recalled Junsu. “Did you see this cute pale boy there when you came to get me?”

Changmin had his eyes widened, jaw hanging. “I think your head hurts really badly. What do you mean by a beautiful garden? That place is freaking creepy! And there was no boy, except for you!” He shuddered.

“What the hell are you talking about? Creepy? No way. It was green, full of flowers. And there’s this boy I met there. He was really cute, very innocent-looking.” Yoochun smiled.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Yoochun.” Dr. Lina shook her head. “I think you’re dreaming or something. The garden has been locked for two years and no one has been looking after it ever since this gay couple committed suicide there. One named Kim Jaejoong, the beautiful half, and Jung Yunho, the handsome other half.”

“They were the school’s top scholars, rivals in academics. Loved by many, nobody expected them to end their lives that way. And nobody thought they were lovers. Never. When it happened it shocked everyone.” Dr. Lina pulled her stool over and sat.

“It was locked since then to prevent anymore people from killing themselves. It’s a sad ending. Rumours has it that their families wanted to tear them apart.” She continued.

“Oh, that’s really sad.” Yoochun went silent.

Changmin nodded. “Yeah, if only their families had been more understanding of the situation.”

Dr. Lina patted Yoochun’s knee. “You see, so it’s not possible that you’re really in the garden-“

“I really was in!” Yoochun shouted at her. “I swear!”

“I’m not convinced either though I’m trying to believe you.” His best friend sighed. “Come on, let’s show you the garden. You should see it for yourself.”

“I swear I’m not lying.”

“I didn’t say you were. It’s just that I think you’re dreaming. Are you coming with us Doc?” Changmin looked over his shoulder at the petite frame.

“Yeah, I’m coming. I want to see what Yoochun was seeing that we didn’t.” She picked her keys and followed suit.

***

Something about the sight sucked the breath out of his system. The hair behind his neck stood. Yoochun shivered. It wasn’t cold. It was something else. The garden was just like what they had told him. The iron was rusty and black; the place was unkempt. Grasses grew almost knee-high. Trees were slouching at a creepy angle as though it was bowing at an imaginary being.

“I told you so.” Changmin crossed his arm over his chest.

“Oh god.” Yoochun had difficulty trying to process all the facts.

He swore he wasn’t dreaming but why was the place different form just a few hours ago? Had he been asleep and dreamt of it? Or was he hallucinating? Yoochun didn’t know. And some parts of him didn’t want to know.

“Maybe,” Dr. Lina spoke. “You dreamt of this place, timeline, a hundred years ago. Did that boy you saw wear the school uniform?”

“Yeah, just like ours.” Yoochun pointed his and Changmin’s uniform.

“Oh then maybe it was about that…” She rubbed her chin.

“About what?” Changmin turned his attention at her.

His height dwarfed her. Yoochun scratched the side of his face. This was getting creepier by the minute.

“There’s this legend… I don’t know how true it was though. But a hundred years ago, a young boy died in this very garden while waiting for his lover. His lover a fellow classmate never made it to the garden, their secret garden. During those days when homosexuality wasn’t openly accepted, his love had been shot.” Dr. Lina said.

“I didn’t even know about that.” Changmin shuddered. “If it’s true, then maybe Yoochun was seeing-“

“No. No. Maybe… I-I was dreaming.” Yoochun tried to convince himself.

He didn’t want to acknowledge this strange feeling that was crawling up his spine. His ears were roaring. Sweat forming behind his ear, forehead and all over.

“You ok, Yoochun? You look very pale.” Changmin squeezed his forearm.

“I’m alright.” Yoochun wiped the sweat at the dip of his upper lip with the back of his hand.

“Come on, let’s get you home. Stop thinking a bout it. It’s just your dream.” Changmin said over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah.”

Seeing that his friend needed some time to process all the facts, Changmin said, “I’ll go ahead and get my things. I’ll wait for you at the front gate, ok?”

Yoochun heard the footsteps slowly disappearing as he stood there staring. They were right whatever happened just now couldn’t possibly be true. Too illogical. Sighing, Yoochun turned. He froze.

“J-Junsu?” Tiny hairs at the back of his neck stood.

Junsu pulled him into a kiss. Then he let go and walked towards the garden. Yoochun wanted to say something. Anything. But nothing came up. He was too stunned to utter a word, let alone a sentence. Sometimes, not saying anything was for the better.

His heart was booming. Blood rushed to his head. The hairs on his arms were standing. His legs felt like buckling over. It was odd that he was scared. Scared of wanting to know what Junsu really was. Yoochun turned and started walking away. But suddenly he wished he hadn’t because when a hand spun him around…

He screamed.

The End.

A/N: So what do you think? Love it or loathe it you decide ^^ Great thanks to Fransie who helped me with the grammar errors and so on, and helped me with the planning. I love you. Thanks a bunch! *kisses*

{Notice} Beta-Readers/Editors

2008-11-13T10:47:13Z

I'm looking for someone who's interested in editing, or beta-ing my previous works(completed ones) that's already uploaded on my MediaFire folder. You might ask me why, because I'm going to convert them into PDF format so that it'll be easier. All revised versions will be put into PDF format.

And anyone who's interested in documenting my oneshots, please reply here too ^^ All you have to do is have each oneshot it's own document file, and/or beta-ed.

You have a month to complete these. Don't worry, it's negotiable.

Love,
Min

Rainy Memories --07

2008-11-10T15:48:21Z

Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06

Chapter 7

Stairs. He was tumbling down. Something was behind him. He felt fear. His heart was pumping so hard it felt like popping out of his chest. And then he hit the bottom of the stairs. Looked up. And stared at someone on top of the stairs. He felt small trickle of something warm from his temple. That someone looked so dark, so evil, it sent shivers down his spine. But he can’t see who it was. It was faceless. But he knew, it was… a woman.

Yunho blinked his eyes opened. Staring at the brightened room as he breathed deeply, gulping as much oxygen to his system as possible. That wasn’t a dream, because it felt real. It felt like… like a memory that had surfaced. A memory that he had lost. But what has it got to do with him? Who was that woman?

He wouldn’t know till he remembered everything. But part of him didn’t want to know, like his brain was blocking the bits of his past from replaying in his head. Could it be the accident that caused him to loose his memories? He wasn’t sure.

Grasping for the phone on his bedside, he dialled the number that he had memorised so easily like he had known it all his life.

***

“A group date? Really?” Jaejoong beamed at the suggestion as he dabbed some cologne with the phone tucked between his cheek and shoulder.

“Yeah, it’ll be nice. I’ll bring Junsu along.” Yunho chuckled. “He’s a nice single boy.”

Jaejoong giggled at the hidden hints. “Oh, I’ll bring my best buddy along too. I’m sure he can keep accompany Junsu while we… talked.”

Yunho loosened the towel around his waist and walked towards his closet, naked. “Yeah, that’ll do. You choose the movie. I’ll meet you outside The Pavilion at 8?”

“I’m paying?” Jaejoong purred. The sudden intake of breath told Jaejoong that it had the desired effect that he wanted.

“Uh.” Yunho glanced at his suddenly half-erect shaft. “Don’t worry, I’ll pay.”

“Ok, darling. See you later!” Jaejoong clicked off his phone.

***

The movie was not so bad, tolerable, given Junsu wasn’t in the mood for any movies. His mind was so preoccupied; he had forgotten that he was sitting right next to the enemy. Yoochun looked stunning if not hot. Dressed in very faint flowered white long-sleeved shirt, tucked into black dress slacks, the two top buttons were unbuttoned revealing tanned skin. Junsu took in the fact that Yoochun was either from a rich family or, he just liked dressing like a million bucks.

The sudden need to pee had Junsu almost bolting from his seat towards the nearest toilet just outside the theatre. He relieved himself and went over to leisurely lather his hands with soap. Looking up at the mirror, he saw Yoochun coming out from one of the cubicles.

When the hell did he come in? Junsu was probably to space out to realise someone entered the toilet after him.

“What?” Junsu asked looking at Yoochun’s reflection on the mirror.

“Just using the toilet.” Yoochun shrugged.

“What are you staring at me for?” Junsu rinsed his hands.

“I was wondering… you don’t lie well. You need to work on that.” Yoochun smirked. “And one more thing.”

“What’s the other thing?” Junsu dried his hands.

Yoochun's face turned serious. A flash of anger in his eyes told Junsu that he shouldn’t take whatever he was going to say lightly.

“Stay away from Jaejoong. I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’ve a bad feeling it’s something bad.” Yoochun never let his gaze wavered. “And if something bad happens to Jaejoong, I’ll come after you. And there’ll be no mercy on my side.”

Junsu thought he had shrunk a few sizes form the threat. The threat was real but Junsu knew he couldn’t comply to his terms, because he was after all, hired to finish off Kim Jaejoong.

***

Jaejoong rested his head on Yunho’s shoulder whilst his hand entwined with the latter’s. The warmth soothed him. It brought memories that he had long thought impossible to repeat. And yet, here he was with the man he loved, back from the dead.

And how was Jaejoong to react? He had grasped all the opportunity to get his man. In all ways he can. It was a little upsetting that Yunho had amnesia. Temporary, he hoped. Running his fingers over Yunho’s thigh, Jaejoong found himself tearing.

It wasn’t because of the movie. It’s about Yunho and how lucky he had felt. A few months ago, he was busy having lunch with his friends, when he got a phone call from Yunho.

I fucking hate that bitch.
But she’s you mom.
I know. She fucking hates me.
Where are you now?
I’m driving.
Don’t speed, darling. I know you tend to do that when you’re mad.
Ok, I’ll try not to. I’m heading to your place. You’re there?
Yeah, I’ll wait for you.
Ok.
See you.
I love you.
I love you too.

And then the phone clicked. Jaejoong remembered he had sat down on the sofa with the television staring at him. A cup of hot chocolate in hand, he had waited. And waited. But Yunho didn’t appear.
The only call he got a few hours later was a call from Yunho’s mom.

Yunho’s in critical condition.
I’ll come over right now.
You better not. Not yet.
I have to see him!
No, Jaejoong, please. I’ll let you know when.
But-
Good boy. Now, I’ll have to talk to the doctor.
Ok, bye then.
Bye.

And the next hour, he got another call. This time, she said… Yunho was dead.

Jaejoong shuddered at the memories that came back to him at the wrong time of the day.

“Are you alright?” Yunho squeezed Jaejoong’s hand that’s splayed over his thigh.

The man shook his head and smiled. Yunho knew something was bothering him. Jaejoong’s face was such a give away. A face that he knew well enough to know where crease lines appear when he smiled.

“Don’t worry I’m here, ok?” Yunho said before he could stop himself.

What am I saying when I’m going to have him dead soon…? Oh, damn it.

“I love you.” Jaejoong murmured as he snuggled closer to Yunho’s warmth.

“Did you say something?” Yunho asked, putting a finger beneath his chin, tilting his head up.

“I said I owe you, since I almost wet your shoulder.” Jaejoong smiled sheepishly.

Yunho thought he really heard something else but didn’t press for more. He did the most unpredictable thing.

He kissed Jaejoong’s lips.

***

Changmin stared at the dark wall. The wall was eating him. Well, not really, but it felt so, given the spaciousness. Rolling over to his side, Changmin sighed. He wondered if his brother was ever lying about his job. He had a feeling Junsu probably wasn’t but he wasn’t telling the whole truth either. Something about the way he moved these days.

It was like he was much more alert to his surroundings, like a stalker would. Wait, was his brother stalking someone? Even so, he hoped it wasn’t something life-threatening because, Junsu was the only other kin that he was left with.

To be continued...

A/N: Ok, I haven't beta this, so pardon my mistakes. Comments please!

Antique Bakery OST MV + Boy Meets Boy Trailer

2008-11-10T13:00:09Z

Oh yea!!! I had to spazz this!!! lol and who's best to sing it? FT ISLANSD!! I seriously didn't know the mv was out till I was browsing for 081101's SBS Star King (the one Hongki crossdress and damn he looked soooo beautiful!! And the one he dances to nobody). Ok, enough talking... GO WATCH IT!

I can't wait for the movie haha plus 2 other BL Korean movies, Frozen Flower (Joo In Sung & Joo Jin Mo) and Boy Meets Boy (Kim Hye Sung).

ANTIQUE BAKERY OST - FT Island's Love Is

Boy Meets Boy Trailer 1

Boy Meets Boy Trailer 2

Hyesung has grown up so much he looks much older than the last time I saw him in Jenny & Juno. But then again, he still has got that baby cuteness to his face. Awww~