Notepads and Piano pieces
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Author's note: another Jia-Suzy collaboration fic.YAY *confetti effect. haha. being Jia's bestfriend (ahem ahem), she gave me another fic but this time she let me decide on the flow and ending of the story. she gave me the plot, some suggestions and wrote some parts but i did all the rest.
unlike Endymion (Yan's birthday fic), this is 60 % Suzy, 40 % Jia (evidence by the not so nosebleed english and all the "he" "she"). and Jia was soo spazzing about the ending.
"suzy-chan, you really have a knack for ending lines! last time it was for conclusion but this time, it opens up a whole lot of possibilities and i love it. though I know this is intended for a oneshot only.
anyway, I hope this makes Gryanne - I got her name right. Finally - happy. And she plays the piano? envious Jia pouts.
I'm working on UBV by the way - is that a smile I see?
- JZ"
Warning: too much XiAnne love. hahaha
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There are many precious things that keep us alive, to lead the life that we live. We can treasure every moment we live through because, we remember.
Memory is a simple word with a big meaning.
There are three stages to processing memory. Sensory memory, short term memory and long term memory. Sensory memory lasts for 2 to 4 seconds. Short term memory lasts a little bit longer. And long term memory will last a life time.
Gryanne is a special girl. She’s musically gifted with a magical voice and mastery of the piano. But perfection comes with a price. At the age of fifteen, she came down with a virus that caused oxygen deprivation in parts of her brain. Even though she can remember everything before her illness, the deterioration of crucial parts in her brain left her unable to form new memories.
Short term memory loss.
Unable to remember anything after a night of sleep, her notepads became her life, literally. She penned every detail of her life, constantly writing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it might become something that will last a lifetime.
She met him when she was sixteen. He was a new neighbor.
Kim Junsu entered her life, again and again.
“Hi, my name is Kim Junsu, I just moved next door today.” The new boy smiled sweetly.
“My name is Gryanne, it’s nice to meet you.” She gave him a quick glance and got out her notepad. She scribbled down quickly…
Kim Junsu. New neighbor.
“What are you doing?” He tilted his head and took a look at her paper.
“I’m sorry, I can’t remember.” She replied apologetically.
“Oh.” he showed her a confused look.
“I’m sorry; don’t be surprised if I forget you tomorrow. Because I probably will, later today.”
“That’s okay, I’m forgettable too.” He laughed, not taking her words seriously.
“Uh….no I’m not talking about the same type of forgettable. You might have to keep reminding me. Junsu. Junsu. Junsu.” She repeated to herself.
Gryanne set aside her notepad as Junsu sat down across from her. “You play the piano?” he spotted the folder labeled 'piano sheets' she was carrying
“Yes, ever since I was three.” She beamed proudly, holding up her folder of treaures.
“That’s amazing. You think you’re interested in a duet?” he asked.
“Uh…you’re Junsu, right?” she closed her eyes and tried to recall her actions from moments earlier. The only thing she could do was take out her notepad.
Kim Junsu. New neighbor.
“Hi, Junsu, I’m Gryanne, it’s nice to meet you.”
He was a little late to react. Was this girl playing a trick on him? “I am Junsu. I also play the piano by the way.”
She took out her pen and scribbled, Junsu plays the piano.
They proceeded inside her house and was greeted by her mother.
“Oh hi, I see Gryanne made a new friend today.” her mother gave him the same smile Gryanne has.
“I'm Kim Junsu ma'am, the new neighbor” he extended his hand to shake hers, “your daughter wanted to show me her new piece”
“Nice to meet you then Junsu.” then the elder turned to her daughter “It's the second door to the left dear”
He was confused. How come she needed directions in her own house? He followed her anyway.
Gryanne led him to the music room where a grand piano dominated in the center of the room. He noticed a violin perched on the right corner beside the guitar. He also noticed a flute and harp along with various other instruments.
Taking out one music sheet, Gryanne intended to introduce her new neighbor to her newest piece.
Junsu stared at the girl standing in front of him, preparing to perform her latest piano piece. She couldn’t remember his name, but she had already started one of the most beautiful melodies he has ever heard.
Mesmerized, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Her music attached him to her; it was an invisible bridge that connected their worlds; two worlds that will never meet. Without hesitating, he proceeded to the grand piano in the middle of the room.
Gryanne’s eyes followed the boy before her as he listened and waited. He could feel the melody repeat, already familiar with the tune, Junsu was ready to harmonize. Together, their music resonated throughout, leaving a echo that no one can forget.
With the piece coming to an end, she walked over the boy, “You’re Junsu, right?”
“You remember now?” he really felt like she was playing a prank on him.
“It says in my notepad.” she showed him her notes.
“Is this like your whole life?” he raised an eyebrow.
“No, that is.” she pointed to a bookshelf in the corner, piled high were stacks of notepads and pages of notebooks. “This notepad is only part of my life.”
“So you never remember anything for more than a few minutes?” he was fascinated, not only by her music, but by her unique charm.
“I don’t know, maybe minutes, maybe hours, if it really made an impact. I really don’t know.” She was just as confused as he is. “I should write that down.”
“How do you remember your music then?” he couldn’t help but to go on with more questions.
“It’s like I hear it in my head and then, I play it. But I do write them down; I remember that piece because I wrote it before I came down with that virus.”
“I’m Junsu, by the way.”
“I still remember, but I will forget soon.” Gryanne suddenly stood up. “Hold on.” From her book shelf, she grabbed a camera.
She sat down comfortably beside him and raised the camera up.
“Smile.” She snapped a polaroid. “This will last for a little bit.” She began scribbling again.
Kim Junsu, piano player, likes my music. He is a nice person.
“How do you live your life like this? Having no short term memories.”
“I make it work because I find ways. At least I know to look and write in my notepad.” She laughed innocently.
“What would you do if you find your true love? Would you just make him another part of your notepad?”
Gryanne hesitated before answering, “I don’t know. That’s all I can do, to give him a page of my notepad. I can’t possibly remember him.”
“How about this? If you find your true love, I’ll help you. I’ll rip him out of your notepad and turn it into a lasting memory for you. That way, he’ll be more than just a page in your notepad.”
“That’s close to impossible. I forget everything after minutes. Everyday is a new life for me.”
“But, I can try, can’t I?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t exactly remember who you are.” Gryanne crinkled her forehead, frustrated that she had no idea as to who the stranger in front of her is.
Junsu had only met her for about fifteen minutes and he already became a new person to her.
“Hi, my name is Kim Junsu and I just moved next door today.”
“My name is Yanazawa Gryanne, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Do you play the violin?”
“How did you know? I’ll play something for you.” She stepped away from him and went to retrieve her violin.
Junsu took his time and ripped the latest page out of her notepad, placing the page and the Polaroid in his pocket, he sat quietly, listening to Gryanne’s violin piece.
Just like that, Yanazawa Gryanne and Kim Junsu met.
Again and again, and again.
One ripped page from her notepad turned into five, five turned into ten, ten became thirty, thirty turned into a hundred. Gryanne dedicated a new page to Junsu everyday, but everyday, he would rip it out once again, leaving her no traces of his existence in her life.
Two hundred and twenty pages passed by just like that.
“Hi, my name is Kim Junsu and I live next door.” That’s what Junsu planned on saying before he greeted her on the two hundred and twentieth morning.
But instead, Gryanne introduced herself first that morning, for the first time ever.
“Hi I’m Gryanne. I can’t remember clearly, but you look...familiar.”
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End note: asking why two hundred and twenty?
mao na ako utang ni Yan. wahahahahha.
Labels: by: suzy [hot_pink]
ENDYMION
----Author's note: Yan, Happy 20th Birthday!!! yeah, i know you dont like the 20 part but i would just like to rub it in. bwahahaha. oh well, just think of it this way – at least you can now go to Korea, marry junsu (and if possible have 1 of your egg cell fertilized by his “crystals”) without the fear of being dragged back and forced to sign the divorce papers. ahahaha.and what about the title you ask? ask Jia, she named it. haha. that's a secret for now. you can find out about it the the end note.Disclaimer: Jia Zhang (my LJ bestfriend and fellow JaeRiin – her biased tandem - & SuRiin – the “just cause they did Timeless”tandem) wrote 80% of this fic. this is suppose to be a vignette but since she loves me too much (haha), she gave me permission to continue the story and even decide the ending (WOW!!!) and present it as Yan's birthday fic.actually, it's kinda obvious i didnt write most of this. i mean, the words and grammar is one thing, the way of writing is another AND the worth of the story. only Jia can write these kind of things and not have several readers curse her to die or something. hahaCredits is shared between the two of us, of course.Warning: heavy angst, murder, character death----Gryanne turns, black hair dancing in the wind in the shape of flowing ebony ribbons. Her eyes are dull, glassed over in taupe shades of disappointment and hopelessness. She wrings her small frail hands together in frustration, thin brows furrowed deeply as she gazes off into the distant winds, watching as the pale cherry blossoms scatter around Junsu in a hideous pattern of pink.
Ethan could see her tremble, her lips quivering as she attempted to keep the tears from erupting from within her. The petite woman tried desperately to keep herself calm, to keep from spilling into buckets the thunderstorm of emotions wracked within her.
“Please, oppa…Please…” she begs Ethan hauntingly, her voice raspy and weak; as she watched the cherry blossoms swirl around Junsu in a hurricane. The man does not move, seemingly carved of out the most splendid marble stone, formed out of marvelous ivory skin and auburn eyes. He sits motionless upon the metallic wheelchair, dressed in a simple white sweater and jeans, staring off into the distance at nothing, trapped in a fugue coma. Black hair fall across his eyes, painting him in the image of a Pygmalion mannequin.
“Please…oppa…Can’t you…for me?” Gryanne turns to Ethan, her body threatening to break into bits, her eyes pleading with him in such mute desperation that Ethan’s heart quaked in violent beats.
“Yan…”
“I know I’m asking a lot…and I know…I know…I know it doesn’t work like that. But I love him. So…can’t you…Please…?” She smiles at him sadly, her eyes wet with tears.
Ethan turns away, hands reaching deep beneath his white coat as he turned towards the ground. Some part of him thought, vindictively, that Gryanne was manipulating him—that she was purposefully using his feelings for her. But this was not the case, he knew, for her thoughts were so unlike his own—she possessed no such feelings of spite. She was simply a foolish woman who loved the wrong the man.
He wanted to help her; wanted to make her smile. But, at the same time, he wished for nothing more than for Junsu to rot away lifelessly in that silver wheelchair. He wanted to see the other man fade as quickly as possible.
“I can’t promise you anything. His condition does not make him the type of candidate the study wants. The damage he sustained to his spinal cord…I’m not sure any kind of experimental treatment would help.” He closes his eyes for a moment and opened them again, seeing the vision of her appear in front of him like a specter, her eyes wide and round and imploring in a silent idiom.
“But…I will talk with Dr. Tankiatsy and see if I can get Junsu into the study. I’m not promising you anything, Gryanne…”
She smiles at him, and Ethan’s heart trembles vehemently, feeling the tepid spring air freeze into stone within his lungs. She reaches towards him, embrace the older man, resting her cheek upon his shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, feeling her soft, silky hair through his long fingers. She smells of chrysanthemums and tulips, a fragrance of mythologies and nymphs. He feels her shake within his arms as he rests his chin against her head.
“Oppa…thank you,” he hears he whisper in a small, child-like voice. The older man could only nod as his eyes follow into the distance at the sculpture of marble sitting statically in the wheelchair under a shower of cherry blossoms. Ethan frowns, holding her tightly in his arms, as he imagines Junsu dying under the thick, tangled roots of the tree, his blood melting into the petals as his flesh and blood and bone become a feast for the Sakura.
As he feels the quick beats of Gryanne’s heart against his own, he wanted nothing more than to see Junsu suffocating in a fangled mesh soil six feet below.----Junsu’s accident had arrived in a horribly cruel way.
It came to Ethan as a hideous gift dressed in aged black paper and a bloody ribbon, lying upon his door step drenched in copper rain.
He had known immediately that Junsu was beyond saving. That very night, as Gryanne rushed into his arms in the lobby of the hospital, tears staining her cheeks, he knew that the man she loved, Kim Junsu was beyond the threshold of life.
Part of Ethan marvels at the miracle of Junsu’s survival, that even with the extensive damage to his spinal cord and brain, and the impossibility of rehabilitation; he still desperately held onto life—held onto her. But the other part, a far more sinister side of him, wished only for Junsu’s quick and speedy expiration.
For years, Ethan watched Gryanne care for a man who had in an instance transformed into nothing but a marble doll. There was nothing alive about him, as if his limbs and eyes and lips and tongue were all formed out of stone and not flesh. While many would have abandoned Junsu, Gryanne stuck by him as her lover drowned into a dross coma, morphing overnight into a Grecian figurine.
She took care of his everything—she bathed him and fed him, clothed him and cared for him. She took care of all of his needs, but he stayed the same, trapped within the prison of his own body, unable to move or speak or think, unable to hold her, to kiss her, to love her as she deserved.
And Ethan cursed him for that; for withering away before her, and for taking her along his ride with Death.
Junsu had become nothing but a shell, despite how adamantly his flesh tried to stay alive for Gryanne. It was a powerful love that even Ethan had to admire. But Ethan knew there was no hope; they all tried to tell her that were would be no hope, and that it was time to let Junsu die.
“I can’t…” she says through a haze of tears. “I can’t let him go. And I know, if he were in my position, he wouldn’t let me go either. I love him too much to be without him. I can’t, oppa…I can’t…And I won’t.”
They had all tried—all of her and Junsu’s friends—to pry the mannequin away from her hands: to remove Junsu from her suffocating embrace. But she held on with a maddening fervor, holding onto a single strand of hope that something, some cruelly divine miracle, would awake the man she so loved from his wintry slumber.
Ethan prayed for Junsu to die—he wanted it out of selflessness and selfishness. He wanted Gryanne to be free of the shackles that he had encircled her within by staying alive. He wanted to tell her that the man she loved was now nothing more than a pile of flesh and bones, and nothing more. There was nothing of worth about him, he wanted to tell her.
But Ethan loved her too much to crush her hopes and dreams.
But Ethan loved her too much to see her wilt and waste away caring for a man who would never return to her.
And so he lied, beneath a smile of encouragement and faith. He lied to protect her, to keep her, to make her his own. He lied to stay by her side and wait for Junsu to die.
But the man was tenacious—his flesh was stubborn. No matter what time had passed, he would not die. With each day, each month, each year, he pulled Gryanne further and further along with him down the road into Hades, and all Ethan could do was watch as the woman he loved part from life.
He had to save her, he thought. The medicine, the experiments, the studies and tests she had gotten Junsu into: none of them were working. Junsu was dead, and it was a realization he robbed Gryanne through the persistence of his flesh.
And so Ethan took on the role of Thanatos in the play of Kim Junsu.
He would save the woman he loved, and the woman Junsu loved, from fading away—he took on the mask and shroud of Death, and delivered a kind gift dressed in black paper and bloody ribbons.
Ethan breathes deeply as he gazes down at the man upon the hospital bed. Slowly, he pulls out the empty syringe, extracts a bullet of air, and slowly inserts the needle into the I.V. He releases the bullet, and lets it flow into Junsu’s heart.
He leans in close by the other man’s ear and whispers quietly into the empty vessel, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, but I love her, and you’re not really alive, are you? I know you love her…but you’re not alive anymore, and it’s not fair to keep her to yourself. You can’t do anything for her anymore, Junsu-ah…I’m sorry, but you’re not alive anymore.”
And he turned and walked away, and wills Junsu into rock. ----
Gryanne trembles and gasps as tears stream from her eyes. She places her hand over her round stomach as her knees threaten to fall from beneath her. Ethan shakes terribly as he watches her, unable to utter a single word. She sobs terribly as she collapses against the ground like a wounded deer, her arms wrapped protectively around her pregnant body as she gazes up at Ethan in shock and terror.
“How…how could you?” she cries through gritted teeth as she quivers. A silver rain pours from her auburn eyes, staining her cheeks shades of red. “How could you…why…why did you do it…?”
Ethan falls to his knees before her, his hands trembling as he reaches for her. He holds the cold face of his wife within his hands, brushing away her tears with his thumb. He grimaces, his face skewed in pain and agony as a razors and Junsu’s laughter whirled in a sadistic hurricane in the home of the Ruan family.
“I…Yan…he was…he was wasting away…and he was taking you with him…he was dead. There was nothing left alive about him.”
She gazes at him, eyes wide in horror and anguish. “You killed him!” she accuses.
“Yan…” he says in panic. “I…I did it for you, to save you…”
“I didn’t need saving!”
“Were you happy!? Were you really happy, caring for a man who had died, caring for his decaying body!” he screams as he softly shakes her shoulders, never once forgetting the child she held inside of her.
“There wasn’t anything left of him, Gryanne…there was no hope for him, and everyone knew that except you! I couldn’t stand to see you like that, wasting away. I love you, and I’ve always loved you…and I couldn’t…I just couldn’t…If I had to, I’d do it all over again…”
“I wanted you to live…I wanted to see you smile…he was killing you along with himself.” Ethan throws his arms around her, crushing her tiny body into his. Gryanne holds her hands over her mouth as she cried, her body quaking with each breath.
“You had no right!” she screams she pushes him away from her, eyes shrouded in rage and grief. “You had no right to take him from me!”
“How could you still think about him now!?” he shouts at her angrily. “Even now! With me, with our baby! Do you love him that much!? More than us? More than me? You’re my wife, Gryanne! We’re married! I thought you’d…forgotten about him…I thought that by now you’d have moved on. We have a baby…we have a child…we have a life, something you never had with him…”
“Ethan…” She stares at him through a flurry of tears as she hugs her stomach tightly.
“I’m sorry…I’m sorry…Forgive me…forgive me…” Ethan covers his eyes as the tears threatened to explode from within him. “…I’m sorry…but…I didn’t know what else to do…I…I loved you too much to see you waste away, Yan…I love you, I love you…I love so much…” He cries as he collapses into the lap of his wife.
“Please…please…can’t you forgive me…? Can’t we move on?” He circles his arms around her, feeling her warm body pressed up against him.
“Ethan…I…”
Ethan takes her into his embrace. He gazes into her tear stained eyes and kisses her desperately.
“Please, Yan…I love you…”
----Ethan thinks it’s divine.
It’s just—the most appropriate retribution.
He rocks back and forth, gazing into the sleeping face of his son as he towers over the body of his wife.
“I’m sorry for your loss, Dr. Ruan,” says the physician. “We did all we could…we tried, but the bleeding wouldn’t stop. There was really nothing else we could do except save the baby.”
He nods, but says nothing as he stares at her. Gryanne lies lifelessly on the pale hospital bed, her face masked in death as Ethan holds a small bundle of life within his arms.
He then looked into the beautiful face of his and Gryanne’s child. He grasps his small hands between his fingers, smiling sadly as he marveled at him. How much his wife would have loved their son, he thinks.
She would have loved him dearly, so much. She knew there would be dangers, and complications, but she wanted him—she wanted their child, this life, with him, as a family. In end, she chose reality over a dream. She chose life over death, only to find it knocking upon her door.
But nonetheless, Ethan thinks it’s divine.
It’s just.
For in the end, God still returned Selene to the arms of Endymion.
“I’ll name you Junsu,” he says fondly as he gazes at the face of his son. “I’ll name you Junsu, because your mother loved that name.” He smiles sadly as he watches his son stir in his sleep, dreaming of a world he still knew nothing of—dreaming of the arms of his mother.
“Yes…I’ll name you Junsu…”
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End note:seriously, this fic is just soo sad and f*cked up yet i feel for Ethan. i dont blame Junsu though. aish! i actually asked Jia about this vignette. she made this last year but kept it in her files with no intestions of posting.
"suzy-chan, i dont think this will see light in LJ but at least it will make
some one happy."
i cant blame her though, i mean, this is really depressing. she didnt know why she wrote it and is probably the most angst fic she had ever written.
and honestly i couldnt think of an ending more suitable than this, not cause i wrote it or anything but it's what i think is right. it's sad, yes, but suitable.anyways, enough about that. here is the mystery behind the title:Endymion refers to the Greek mythological character, a beautiful shepherd whom the Goddess of the moon, Selene (Artemis) fell in love with. She was so enchanted by his beauty that she asked Zeus to make him fall asleep forever so he'd stay the same for eternity.I also made some research about Greek mythology for my ending and i found some very interesting facts that is just perfect for the story.Thanatos, in Greek mythology, is the demon personification of Death.medical significance:Thanatos insticnt - Behaviors such as thrill seeking, aggression, and risk taking (Sigmund Freud)Thanatophobia is the fear of things associated with or reminiscent of death and mortality, such as corpses or graveyards.Thanatology is the academic and scientific study of death among human beingsThe Thanatron, built by Doctor Jack Kevorkian, was a device used to aid in the suicide of his patients by euthanasia.source: wikipedia.comCredits: Jia Zhang for the plot; Suzy Ranis for the ending.
Labels: by: suzy [hot_pink]
Body Heat
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Author's note: here it is! here it is! the most hentai fic imma post.
Tin, Jia said, hope you'll enjoy the fic. it may not be EXACTLY what you wanted but she did what she could. i was surprise when you texted me about wanting a hentai fic. you dont know how happy you made me that moment. haha.
Disclaimer: this fic is co-written by Jia Zhang (another Yunho lover and LiYin fan. she's ecstatic that they share the same family name) of LiveJournal. she wrote the sex scene and i just added some bits to give the story a "plot" and give reason as to why things are the way they are.
i remember how happy she was when i asked her to write a sex scene. she said and i quote "seriously? i didnt know you had it in you. next thing i know you're a yaoi addict. i'd die from happiness if you really are", indeed i am but she doesnt need to know that. im planning to continue the "good girl" image i potray in LJ. and besides, i dont want her to die. hahaha.
Warning: sex scene ahead. not for minors and the faint hearted.
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The apartment door swings open with a shriek, and he pulls her in by the arm, leaning her up against the wall. Yoochun presses his lips to hers firmly as he swings the door closed. He grins wickedly, flashing white teeth in the dark, transforming him into the novella tales of a seductive vampire. His skin is like the moon in darkness of the room—formed from silver and shining unopposed in the darkness and his arms feel firm as stone as he pushes his body against hers.
Kristine wraps her arms around him as he crushes her lips in a passionate kiss, sucking tenderly on her bottom lip as he presses her up against the cold wall of the foyer. She gasps lightly as she feels his throbbing flesh against her; he ignores her timid cry as his lips descend upon the soft spot beneath her ear. He trails a line of butterfly kisses against her neck, and she breathes heavily as she feels the delicateness of his teeth against her pulse.
He smirks in amusement as he feels the quick beats of her heart. His lips descend upon her mouth in maddening lust as he presses deeper into her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, making her body shudder with desire. She doesn’t struggle at all; she feels weak and strong and utterly in control as she grabs at his clothes, attempting to reach beneath them for his skin. He nibbles along her jaw as he stands between her, running his hands along the softness of her thigh, reaching underneath her pale, alabaster dress.
“Yoo...chun...” Kristine whispers huskily as she draws him closer to her, fingering the collar of his shirt.
The dark haired man grins as his strong hands reach further and further beneath her dress. She breathes heavily as he presses closer to her, pushing her higher against the wall, her small weight resting upon him. Her hands roam possessively across his back, her fingers weaving through his silky black locks. She moans as he draws his teeth against her neck, sucking on the soft skin as his hand finally reached their destination - that sweet spot in between her thighs, his fingertips hooking the edges of her silky undergarments.
She moans out loud, anxiously in anticipation, her hands grasping the edges of his collar—he stops and looks at her with bright eyes that seemed almost blue in the darkness of the room.
“Shhh…” she whispers as she presses her lips to his. “Are you nervous?”
“No…but if he finds out…”
“he won’t…babe…he won’t…” she smirks as she kisses him. She shivers as his tongue presses against hers, the heat of him melting into her body.
His fingertips graze against her soft thigh as he takes a hold of the edges of black silk—she moans and gasps as his hands pushed up her dress and slowly pulls down her undergarments, letting them fall carelessly onto the ground. She gasps heavily as grabs onto his shoulders, feeling his hand slip between her legs, stroking carefully, taking his time with her, tempting her, making her hot all over as he pushes closer into her.
“Hah…ah…” she cries lightly as straps of her dress slip loosely around her shoulders. His soft lips descend upon the smooth, pale skin of her collarbone as his free hand drags her dress lower and lower, exposing soft, supple breasts. His tongue smoothes her skin, teasing her, tasting her, and she moans as she feels his lips against the tender skin of her bosom. Her hands comb wildly through his hair as takes her breast between his lips, his tongue circling lightly around her nipple as his hands snake around her stomach.
He brings him up towards her, tearing off his black jacket, throwing it careless onto the ground as she kisses his lips—she pulls apart the buttons of his white shirt, letting her hands roam possessively across his alabaster skin. She kisses his neck as she fingers the edges of his trousers, massaging his throbbing flesh through the fabric. She smiles pleasingly as he moans her name, grabbing onto her hungrily.
Yoochun lifts her up easily as Kristine’s legs wrap around him, holding his cheeks in her hands—he kisses her fervently as he carries her towards the bedroom, feeling her cool fingertips against the base of his neck. Pushing open the door carelessly, he tosses her onto the bed. She pants as she gazes at him, her eyes half-lidded in lust, her bosom heaving, midnight tresses dancing against her moonbeam skin.
He licks his lips as he stares at her, throwing off his shirt as she pulls herself up. She grabs him by his belt, and pulls him to the edge of the bed. She kisses his stomach as her fingers carefully unthread his belt, letting it fall loosely onto the ground. His thumb strokes her cheek lovingly as she looks up at up, her nimble fingers quickly undoing the zipper of his trousers—they fall slowly as he leans her back down on the bed. He crawls over her, pulling the top of her dress down, letting it sit comfortably by her hips.
“We’re bad, aren’t we?” he says huskily as he leans in by her ear.
“Probably,” she returns as her finger feel the edge of his boxer-briefs, delicately and arduously pulling them off, feeling his hardness between her hands as she tosses the frail fabric across the room. He presses into her; and she gasps as she feels him at her entrance. His strong hands reach for her hips, pulling her higher as he kisses her lips possessively.
“But remember, this was your idea…” he grins at her
Kristine bites her lip, suppressing a gasp and a moan as Yoochun slips inside of her - God he's big. one of the reasons she's addicted to him - pulling her hips closer to him as her name dances between his lips. She wraps her arms around his shoulders as he leans them up—he’s slow as he moves, and she gasps his name breathily as her fingers crawl to the base of his neck. Their noses touch lightly as he thrusts into her, and gasps quickly, short breathes as she quivers under his rhythm, moving in sync against him. She felt hot and warm, heated by electricity and the friction of their bodies together.
“God…hn…you’re tight,” he mutters as kisses her, letting his hands circle around her lithe waist.
She gasps in a small laugh as he pumps faster and quicker against her, riding her harder as she holds onto him tightly. “I—ah!—don’t…don’t do this…often with him” she cries out softly as she felt him slip deeper and deeper into her. “Y-You…hah…can’t expect me to…be that…good…”
“Oh, but you’re very good,” he grins as her hands dig into him.
They fall back onto the bed as the phone suddenly rings—Yoochun ignores it as she holds firmly onto her hips, thrusting faster and quicker and harder into her, causing Kristine to purr and gasp his name over and over again. But the ringing doesn’t stop. Kristine curses irritably as she grabs for the phone as Yoochun steadied into a slow, tempting and teasing rhythm.
“Yeoboseyo?” she answers, annoyed, carefully containing her breathing and her words. “Yes…Jae…No, I’m alone…I just arrived.”
Yoochun smirks as he watches Kristine squirm beneath his body, her eyes begging for him to go faster. He took one breast and sucked on it, teasing her. she bit her lip as to stop a moan of pleasure. she then squeezed her inner muscles as revenge, making him feel more tight & hot inside her. it was his turn to bite his lips to suppress a sound.
“No…no…yes…I’m fine…absolutely…of course…listen, I’m kind of busy right now, so I’ll…call you later, okay? Yes…of course…good night.” she hangs up the phone and tosses it away carelessly, and it falls to the floor with a soft crack. “I think I broke it,” she murmurs as he leans in towards her. he takes her mouth hungrily as he grants her wish and moves faster into her, causing her to gasp in soft delight.
“We…are…awful, you know,” he manages to choke out as she holds onto him, feels himself suddenly becoming lightly; the blood was rushing out of his head, and she was coming to her climax.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she says with a seductive grin as he felt the rush warming his body into a trillion degrees. “Last time I remembered, I’m making love to the man I love…not the one I was forced to marry…”
She doesn’t utter another word as she kisses him again, and he moves into her, faster, letting his body move in time with his heart—and the rush comes, and he grunts as he climaxes, spilling an ocean of ivory into her as she cries out his name. He falls into her, their bodies melting against each other. He gasps heavily for air as he leans into her, throwing the blanket over them, staring deeply into her lidded eyes. She smiles at her as she kisses him softly on the lips, holding onto him tightly, feeling the quick beats of their hearts moving as one.
“You’re dangerous, and you’re bad,” he says softly. “And so am I.”
“And it’s killing me when you’re not around,” she says seriously as she stares into his eyes. “I mean it.”
he smiles lovingly at her as he pulls her close into him in a warm embrace. he stares into her eyes with all sincerity “I love you, Tin. only you. always remember that."
She felt hot liquid stream down her face. she burried her face at the crook of his neck. she didnt want him to see her cry. she promised him she'll try to be happy but not being with him makes it hard.
He let her cry. perhaps it's the only thing he can do. he wanted to be with her, make love to her everytime. be the one beside her when she wakes up in the morning. be the guy who can proudly claim her as his wife.
But reality is their biggest obstacle now. she was married and a little over a month, he will be too.
They spent the entire night in silence. embracing each other, treasuring that moment for they know the next day they will return to the ones they have been committed to.
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End notes: i just HAVE to have end notes. hahaha.
my fave part was the phone interruption. kekeke. i can imagine Jae being concerned and all not knowing her wife was "enjoying" with another guy. just the vulgarity & vulnerability of it makes me a happy hentai fan.
oh and Yoochun is a painter diay. something Tin wants but we didnt have a chance to incorporate into the fic.
Labels: by: suzy [hot_pink]
Screw
----Author's note: another hentai fic. i had so much fun writting this one cause of some reasons. first, it's hentai. enough said. you all know how i love hentai. hahaha. second, we dont get to see a nerdy Min & horny Alyce everyday (oh well, she's always horny so nothing new there. haha. joke). as ive said, im not such a good hentai writer pa so wala ni sex scenes but the events OBVIOUSLY will lead to that. kekeke.Lyce, this is to make up for not being able to go to your fiesta. mianhe. blame kate jud. pramis!!Warning: NC-15. scenes & dialogues not suitable for innocent minded kids (but we all know, wala nay innocent nato right? wahahahahaha)----Changmin cursed. He almost managed to get to the next round but that freaking alien was too stubborn to die and now he lost a life because of a stupid door chime. Shit! whoever came in better have a good reason or he'll be at the end of his anger. He put down his blue PSP in the drawer, fixed his glasses & tie and looked straight into "the intruder".Alyce tilted her head slightly to the right and stared at the slightly flushed face through her shades. Why she bothered with the shades? was beyond her. But, since she wanted to impress, she did anyway. And from the way the "cash register guy" (in her opinion, that is a sexy code name) reacted, she might have impressed him one way or another... even if just for a bit."How may I help you?" he wiped his sweaty palms against his thigh. He watched how the raven-haired girl lifted her shades off, revealing those sharp staring eyes that seem to bore his being.Alyce watched Changmin's throat bobbed up and down, as she sized him up. Yummy. she pocketted her shades and stepped closer to the counter, making sure he noticed her "oh so inviting" cleavage."I need a screw." she moved closer, pressing her hip against the edge of the counter. Tapping her fingers on top of the sleek white finish, she waited.
Changmin blinked. God, those two mounts are beautiful. and those hips. aahhhhhhh...No, stop it! she can't possibly be interested in a geek like him."What kind of screw are you looking for?" he ran his hands through his hair.
"Long and hard. Thick would be nice. " Alyce kept her face straight."Alright, I'm sure I have it here." He walked around the counter and went to the glass door."You noticed it's almost closing time." he flipped the 'open' tag to 'close'. "I hope you don't mind exiting from the back door?""Not a problem." she smiled - or rather smirked. that evil smirk. she waited for "her guy" to lock the front door."Ok, do you mind if you follow me to get your screw?" he looked at him innocently which left Alyce wondering if he even noticed the double meaning."I don't mind following you to get my screw." Alyce smiled as innocently as possible but her eyes says otherwise. God help her, she's getting so horny playing this game."The screws are right over here." Changmin showed the rows and columns of screws in packets. He scanned the area and picked up one.
She licked her lower lip at the slightly exposed skin of Changmin's back - he prefers boxers and low rise jeans - when he was reaching for a screw. Yeah, right, He should be getting the screws from me, she mused."Will this be good enough?" he held up one.She took it from him, brushing her fingers beneath his wrist. "I need something harder and thicker, yet not too thick to squeeze inside a tight hole.""Oh." Changmin rubbed his chin. He looked at the rows again and got another one "Then this?""Oh, this should be good." Alyce leaned closer, inhaling Changmin's male musk. "But I don't think it would be that good to screw on the bed.""Why would you screw on the bed?" he frowned at that. Does she even know what screws are for?"Why wouldn't I? The bed's soft, great to ride on." now, she's liking this game."Beds aren't meant for riding." he scratched his head quizzically. "They're for sleeping.""And screwing. And I don't ride the bed. I ride the person ON the bed." Alyce ran his index finger along Changmin's jaw.The moment the meaning sunk in, Changmin was wide eyed, beet red and embarrassed as hell."Oh my god, Oh my god. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Shit!" he looked down at his feet, face burning crimson. "I-I can't believe... I-I didn't realize it. Damn, I'm such an idiot.""Nah, you're not. You're a damn sexy specimen. whatever did your mother do during pre-natal?" she chuckled and brushed her lips - ever so lightly - over Changmin's."I-I'm not. and and, i have n-no idea w-what she did" what is happening to him? first, he can't make eye contact - he had mastered aye contact since his job requires it. second, he's stuttering - he NEVER stutters. third, - and in his opinion, the worst - little Changmin is getting quite excited down there.Alyce chuckled. "I need a screw - from you.""M-Me?" He blinked. "b-but the screws are here." He pointed behind him."No baby," Alyce pressed her body against Changmin's, making sure hers fits his every curve perfectly. she Snaked a hand between their pressed bodies and cupped Changmin's obvious bulge "Here."
Labels: by: suzy [hot_pink]
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Author's note: MY VERY FIRST SEX FIC. *confettis & balloons effect.
but it's not really detailed or anything (i sucked writting about detailed sex) just enough to pass as R-18 (plus, i think, yan WILL kill me if i went into details). haha. I decided this would be a XiAnne pairing. surprising huh? this is the result of something she (Yan) told me. hahaha. Yan, kahibaw na ka unsa to. oh and im giving you the honor of giving it the title. bitaw, i can't think of a good title man gud. i was thinking like "the power of Sex" or "how sex solves everything" or "the beauty of sex" but good thing i still have a little sanity in me. hahaha. so yan, you take ropes in making the title. you might be confused since i used both a third person's POV and Yan's POV in this. i indicated whose POV it is to help you. the lines that are BOLD & ITALIZICED, are her thoughts. BONUS: watch out for a surprise POV. hehehe. ---- The couple walked into the banquet together but he was gone from her side the instant he saw a familiar face. She was the type of wife who served as evidence that her husband was a hot-blooded, heterosexual male who could one day be a family man (if he felt like it) but in the mean time, could get hot sex whenever he wanted. he was that godly. She grabbed a glass of champagne and (tried to) mingled but she wasn’t talkative or in a good mood either. Junsu came back from Japan and she had not even seen his face as he walked in the door before commanding her to "get dressed, get pretty, we’re going out." They've been married for 4 years. They didn’t even make it through their honeymoon happily. She hate his guts and he probably hates her back. On this particular night, she take things as they come, but the crowning moment was when a scantily clad girl asked him who she was and he actually said “Oh, that’s just my wife.” Fuck you too, you bastard. They got home that night after a silent return drive in his car. He would never open the door for her, so Gryanne made sure to get out of the car before he does and open the front door herself before he can let it close in her face. She head straight upstairs, pulled her dress off and took a shower. Junsu strolls into the bathroom right behind her and stops short when he sees his wife in her naked glory, turning on the water. “I need the shower.” he says. “I’m taking a shower.” she says. Obviously. but he did not need to her that. “Yan, I just got home, I haven’t had a shower since yesterday morning and I’ve been on three planes in the last 48 hours. Can I please take a fucking shower?” “Sure.” He gives her the strangest look at the immediate compliance and walked out of the bathroom without another word. Sure you can have the shower. You can also sleep on the couch too. She locked the bedroom door. The next few days passed painfully. She hated it when he’s home. She tries to avoid him and tiptoes around her own house. This is hardly his house — he’s home less than half the year. She remembers a few years back he tried to sell her place. He said it wasn’t glamorous enough, even though it had more square footage than his "sought after" condo unit put together. She fought him every step of the way. tried to bargain with him for days when he tried to put paperwork through with a real estate company before she finally lost her cool. “This is my house, Junsu! I don’t give a shit where you live, but you can’t sell what belongs to me! Let me have one goddamn thing of my own!” she had screamed. He brought out the very worst in her. He finally gave up and bought a house on the coast, which is where he stayed most of the time he wasn’t "home". He was on business often enough that no one asked why they lived apart and was famous enough that he could make excuses even if they did ask. She had long ago stopped wondering if he slept around. He had needs too and he could have anyone he wanted, so she suspected he had a lot of "visitors" at the house on the coast. As for them, it’s been around two years since they’ve slept together. How did this happen? [Gryanne's POV] I came to my senses, that’s how and it’s that simple. I was madly in love and he wasn’t. He never loved me. He used me and his punishment was marriage. I can’t say that I was punished worse than him, considering we can never divorce. we’re both stuck in a place we hate but he’s a society darling. he’s got the voice of a god, and he uses it and if he fools around, he’ll be forgiven. That’s something I can never do. [end of POV]
They managed not to have any altercations for all of 18 hours. a record. he came down in the middle of the day and walked up to her while she was reading a book. “Aren’t you going to do the laundry?” he asked. She looked up slowly, sensing he is pissed off. “There’re dirty clothes all over the bedroom, can’t you wash them once in a blue moon? You sit here all day doing nothing and you can’t find time to throw some damn cloth in the washer?” “I do my laundry.” she said calmly. “Gryanne, I don’t have time for this. I need some clean shirts and I have to go out tonight. I’ll be gone in three days and you can go back to your sedimentary lifestyle.” He walked off. She was furious. Oh sure, I’ll do your laundry, honey. No problem. She washed his white shirts and red shirts together. Why does she hate him so much? [Gryanne's POV] I was young, younger than him, impressionable, dependent. He swept me off my feet and I thought he had pure love for me. He was charming and handsome and funny. He sang for me and shared his dreams and his eyes sparkled and I adored him. He stole my virginity on a blanket under the stars and I thought it was all romance and happy endings. I had gotten pregnant. When my father found out, he demanded that Junsu marry me immediately.
He refused. I was so stupid that I still loved him. he told me that he just wasn’t ready, that we were too young and I thought he would come for me one day on his own. But my father pushed the issue and Junsu finally came outright and told my father in no uncertain words that he didn’t want me. He didn’t love me and he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with me. The wedding was three weeks later. Junsu had avoided my every call and as I stood with him in front of hundreds of people, he didn’t even look me in the eye.
Maybe it was cruel that he was forced to marry just as his career was taking off. Maybe I tied him down and ruined his freedom. But did he think I wanted to be with a man who hated me? [end of POV]
Their marriage was rocky even at the very start. Heck, it started falling apart even before it began. A few days after the wedding, he flew to Japan to promote his debut album, leaving her all alone at "their" place. It would have been nice to have your husband caressing your back when you have morning sickness, telling you that it will be alright. How nice it would feel to have someone with you everytime you go for pre-natal check ups, seeing the baby on the screen and hearing it's heartbeat. But instead, he was in another country, miles away. She was approaching her third month when ehr felt a terrible pain and blood was streaming down her thighs. She was immediately rushed to the hospital. She was told that she had a miscarriage. It was painful but not having your husband beside you at that time made it hurt even more. All she got was one lousy phone call from him asking how she was and then telling her that his stay in another country was extended. So she returned to her normal life, or what's left of it. She concentrated on her work and found success & happiness in it, far opposite from their marriage. She returned late one night and Junsu was still up, downing a glass of alcohol. His shirt was brand new — he’d obviously gone out earlier to buy one after the laundry disaster she left him with, even though there were probably tens of shirts he could have worn still hanging in his closet. He glanced up at her while she tried to move silently past him to the stairs. “Yan,” She stopped. He swirled the liquid in his glass. “Why are you like this?” he asked. She had considered this on occasion. Why couldn’t I let him live in peace? She turned slowly to look at him. “Why is this so miserable?” he asked. He didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on his drink “Why are you so determined to make me hate myself?” She doubted that he hated himself. She didn’t doubt that he hated her. “Because you can have anything you want, Junsu. And I don’t want to let you forget that you ruined my life too.” His jaw dropped. He hadn’t been expecting that. She hadn’t meant to say it. “Yan…” You’re a bitch? I hate you? I want to pretend we never met? “You used to want to make me happy.” a hint of sadness & regret in his voice. Hah! Yeah, ages ago, years ago, before we were married, perhaps! When did you ever want to make me happy? “You didn’t use to be mean-hearted.” he did not meant it as an accusation, but the obvious truth. “Yeah, well I didn’t used to be married to you.” she said. She went straight upstairs. It was getting late but Junsu wasn’t coming to bed. She had changed into some pajamas and sat on the bed, staring forlornly into space. She hated the person that she had become. What was the point in living like this? It wasn’t making her happy, and surely it was making him unhappy. It’s not like she was accomplishing something by being such a heartless bitch. He never came home because she made his life hell, but she wasn’t happy being alone either. It wasn’t her goal to convince him to stay away. She didn’t want to live like that anymore. In fact, she had felt that way for a long time, but didn’t know what to do about it. What could she possibly say? If she even attempted an apology, he would shove it back in her face and reminded her that he never wanted her. She sat thinking about it and realized that he was leaving again soon. Meaning, she would be alone for weeks or months again. She was becoming aware that she was not satisfied with just going to sleep tonight. They had a painful and pointless past, but he was her husband and it was rare for him to be home. she had a right to being with him, no matter how he felt about her. She got up off the bed and went to the door, opening it slowly. [Junsu's POV] I was sitting in the big armchair, a lamp switched on beside and a book on my legs. I glanced up as Gryanne walked over to me. She took me by surprise when she climbed onto my lap, sitting right on top of my reading material and leaned down to give me a blistering kiss. I reciprocated instantly, and the moment stretched--- and stretched---
“Yan,” I broke away. “What are you doing?” I searched her eyes for the reason of the sudden behavior.
She ignored me, dragging my mouth to hers again. My fingers swirling in her hair and caressing the back of her neck.
“Junsu,” she gasped. “Please pretend you don’t hate me for one night. I’m sorry about earlier. Just, please—.”
Her words cut me like a newly sharpened knife.
“I don’t ha--,” I tried to assure her but she captured my lips again.
Her bottom was rubbing over my slowly hardening member and I was getting uncomfortable sitting beneath her. I placed my hands on her hips trying to hold her still but no thoughts of making her stop, and she certainly wasn’t pulling away from me.
I was getting hard, hot & impatient. I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my waist for leverage. I carried her upstairs.
[end of POV]
[Gryanne's POV]
The feeling of falling onto the bed beneath him felt unreal.
His lips were at my neck and I was holding him close, barely giving him enough freedom to move, but somehow we rolled and pulled and tugged until our clothes were mostly discarded. He was running his hands through my long dark hair and I almost felt my eyes rolling back in my head. I suddenly remembered the very first time we slept together.
“Yan. You. Are. So beautiful.” he gasped. He sounded close to tears, and I realized I felt the same way.
What did this mean?
He leaned down to kiss me as he prepared to push himself between my legs, but I turned my head to the side. I knew that having lip contact made sex better for him. it was like double sensory overload for him, but I hated it. I’d never told him that. It made me feel trapped when I wanted to be free.
Junsu entered me and I felt seering pain on my area. I bit my lips hard and dug my fingers unto his back. It had been a while since we copulated and I forgot how big he is down there. He had burried himself deep inside me and gave me time to adjust to his size.
"Please don't move yet" I pleaded. my eyes still shut close because of the pain.
"I wont. I wont move until you're ready" he assured me and tried to distract me from the pain by tracing kisses from my jaw down to my throat and my collarbone. He started to carress my breast and I gasped as he suddenly took one in his mouth and sucked on it.
The distraction worked and I felt myself relaxing. I bucked up my hips to tell him I was ready.
He understood what i meant. With his hands low on my hips he started to move. He pulled out almost all the way then pushed back in slowly, achingly slow. He did it again and again with increasing speed and force, burrying himself deeper and deeper inside me.
I threw my head back and just felt him inside me, giving me intense pleasure. My insides twitched and I couldn’t stop moaning.
We were both whispering each other's name with mixed longing & lust.
[end of POV]
Junsu was lying on his back, his head tilted a little to one side — towards his wife — while she was on her stomach beside him. She tucked an arm around his bicep, hugging him closer as they slept. She was woken when she felt her husband slipping away from her, extracting his arm from her grip. “Junsu,” she said sleepily. she threw her arm across his chest weakly, making him stay in his place. He stilled and after a moment relaxed back onto his pillow. One hand brushed over her hair. She moved and was now half sprawled above him. She settled her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He wrapped an arm across & caressed her back. They stayed like that for several minutes. appreciating the silence and understanding the meaning of what had happened earlier. Both are aware that things will definitely change now. Both unsure where the relationship is going next. “What happened to us?” she asked quietly, breaking the silence. Her voice was a mix of tears and resignation, admitting to her part in their disaster of a marriage. She was expecting him to say anything, anything else, other than what he said next. “Nothing we can’t fix, Yan.” -END-
Labels: by: suzy [hot_pink]
Eloping to Japan (?)
----Author's note: this was suppose to be just a drabble [a fic with less than a hundred words] but i felt it's too kilig & bitin so i made it longer.Tin, im still editing your fic. i decided to make it longer too (it was also suppose to be just a drabble).Anyways, Im just making bawi to Yan. Hope you like it.
----"You are so going to get fired." Yunho said from the other line. He was at least relieved that the "missing" member has finally called and assured him that they were fine."They wouldn't fire me, I'm Xiah Junsu.""I don't know, the managers were really pissed off." the group leader, together with another group's leader, has just came from almost an hour of lecturing about letting members loose or something to that effect.
Not that both leaders were listening. They were more worried about the "missing" members than angry managers.
"They'll get over it." Junsu said confidently. the managers always do. "We had a good reason, hyung."
"Junsu, you ran away to Japan, they aren't going to forgive that easily." Yunho pointed out.
"It's not like we're not coming back" Junsu said "We'll stay only for two days"
"I know, but you just ran away, without telling anyone." Yunho retorted back "Do you know how worried we all were? Suzy was convinced you'd been kidnapped. She freaked out!!"
"She's the leader, of course she'd be worried" Junsu already thinking of getting something for the female leader to make up for the trouble they had caused.
He looked back at the restaurant where Gryanne was laughing with her mother. at that moment he knew they did the right thing.
"It was her birthday, you know"
"Who's birthday?" Yunho asked, confused.
"Yan's mother," Junsu smiled looking at them "the company said she couldn't go see her, even though they had the week free."
"So you bought two plane tickets and went straight away" Yunho finished the sentence for him. He knew Junsu must have valid reason to "disappear" just like that. now, he understood why.
Both men stayed silent. understanding each other mentally.
"AisH! it's not like we can do anything about it now." Yunho broke the silence first
"Hyung, im sorry for not telling you. really"
"dont worry about it. i'll talk to the managers. just make sure you get back here right away" Yunho already thinking of a way to fix the mess.
"thank you, hyung. you're the best" He knew the leader got them covered
"Oh and Su, tell Mrs. Yanazawa Happy Birthday"
"of course!!" Junsu squealed at that.
Labels: by: suzy [hot_pink]
When the Rollercoaster gets stuck
----Author's note: this fic is specially dedicated to Alyce. I chose another guy for him para naay twist.'lyce, hope this will make you happy. just remember that FG will ALWAYS be FG. it's just 1 year. this site will be our means of connection with each other.we can do this!!FG, Hwaiting!!!----The line had died down. It wasn't that long until she was in her seat, next to some complete strangers. The two boys next to her were chatting away like crazy, along with the three boys behind them.
The ride started out slow, pulling them higher and higher. Alyce was so sure that she soon would be in cloud nine and everything else would just disappear. They eventually reached the top and she shut her eyes tightly closed. She didn’t want to see the fall. She just wanted to feel it.
And feel it, she did. They fell so far, so fast, that she thought when she opened her eyes, she would've been driven all the way down to Hell.
As the ride made it's way to the second loop, she opened her eyes and saw everything. All of Neverland park was before her eyes. She screamed with pure joy, happiness filling her up.
"This is amazing!" she shouted to no one in particular. The boy at her back laughed and then let out a joyous scream of his own.
And then they stopped.
As the ride was making it's way to the final loop, it suddenly stopped. She gripped onto the big piece of metal that was keeping her from sudden death. She shut her eyes again, not wanting to open them until she was firmly on the ground.
"I bet you she is" moments later she heard one of the boys saying.
"Anyone could be scared right now" another voice responded.
"She is." the first voice protested "Just ask."
"What do I win if I'm right?" the second voice asked.
"Uhmm...how about the loser has to strip" another voice, the third, spoke
"we're at an Amusement park. You can't just get naked. You'll blow our cover then the management will kill us then..." a different voice, a high squeaky one, chimed in.
"Dude, you worry to much" the second guy teased.
"True." the fifth guy joined in "How about next concert, loser has to strip on stage?"
"All right, I'll ask" then, a question obviously directed at her "You afraid of heights?"
"No," she replied curtly "just of dying."
The loser of the bet was heard mumbling at the background while the rest of the guys were laughing.
"You won't die. We'll be down soon." he laughed at her answer.
"How can you be so sure?" she asked, her voice strained.
"Just trust me." he then turned to face his friend and began to gloat about his winning "…I mean, just imagine it, all the screaming fans, the rest of us on stage, all dressed, and then you running past with nothing but a microphone. I can't wait."
"Of course you can't" the fifth guy spoke again "you just want to see our maknae naked."
"you really are a perv" the squeaky voiced one giggled
the rest of them just laughed while one turned red. Even she tried holding back her laughter. She wished she could bring herself to open her eyes and see everyone around her.
The boys continued to talk but she did her best not to listen. They were just a bit much for her. She just wanted to get down. She liked solid ground. Her shoulders and neck were in so much pain.
"So what's your name?" she couldn’t tell which voice was asking but she knew the question was directed at her.
"Alyce" she told him. "And you all are?"
"I'm Micky." the voice she recognized as the second guy said.
"Like the mouse?" she coulnt help but ask.
"Yep. Like the mouse" Micky smiled at that.
"Changmin's the one that has to strip, Junsu's the one with the squeaky voice. I'm Yunho and behind me is Jaejoong"
"Yo!" Jaejoong greeted.
"Wait," she paused, thinking for a minute, "you're not DBSK, are you?"
"Yeah, we are." Micky laughed. He waited for a squeal or at least for her to open her eyes, just to make sure.
"Oh" was all she said instead. She was now able to identify the voices she heard earlier.
"You’re a fan?" Yunho asked. He was the one out of all of them that just loved meeting their fans.
"I like Big Bang better, but yeah."
"Big Bang?" Junsu protested "We're so much better than them!"
"Have you heard of 'Lies'? Everything about that song is just better than yours."
"Now that just hurt" Yunho said, placing his hand on his heart "I think you should take it back."
"And why would I do that?" she teased.
"Tickets to the show where Changmin has to strip." Micky trying to bribbed her.
"Hyung!!" Changmin protested.
"For all my friends?" she questioned, ignoring the protest.
"Sure. As long as you're not one of those kids that befriends everyone they see."
"Nope, that's not me. I scare them all away."
"Scare them?" Micky laughed. "How?"
"I bite" she replied with a small smile.
"Seriously?"
"Maybe" Alyce laughed.
The guys laugh again. He was about to say something, when they began moving again. She let out a squeal of joy and opened her eyes. She wanted to see everything from this high up one more time because there was no way in hell she was going ride this again.
She looked back at her companions, just making sure they weren't lying to her. They weren't. They were, indeed, Dong Bang Shin Ki. In their gorgeous flesh, riding the same ride as her. She wasn’t sure how she didn't notice them before she got on the ride.
They were finally back on the ground and Alyce cried out for joy. Her friends, who had gathered around when they realized she was one of the few who got stuck, ran up and hugged her.
"i thought you were going to jump or something" G-yan, joked.
"we were sooo worried!!" Tin, the youngest, said.
"are you ok? nothing broken or..." Suzy didnt get to finish her question when G-yan squealed.
"Omo!! Junsu babeh!!"
Everyone paused, looked at each other then laughed.
"Sorry" she blushed "It's just that well, you know, you're Xiah Junsu."
"Yes, I am." he laughed his signature eu kyang kyang laugh "but I never caught you're name."
"I never threw it." Junsu laughed again "Anyway, it's Gryanne."
Junsu was ready to tell her how he liked her name, when Jaejoong interupted.
"Alyce still haven’t said that we're better than Big Bang!"
She rolled her eyes. She didn’t want to admit it. Even though she didn’t know Big Bang personally, it would feel bad betraying them.
"Say it" Micky taunted, winking at her.
She didn’t, though. She just stood there, glaring at Micky. Soon, all of the members were chanting along with him, telling her to say it. It wasn’t long until her friends joined it, just to bug her.
"Fine!" she finally succumbed to the chanting "DBSK are better than Big Bang." She paused then hurriedly added "Except for 'Lies'. I'm sorry, but that song is just too good."
"Hahaha. Alright, I guess they can have one song that's better, but just one." he then walked over to where she was standing "So, I need your number."
"My number?" she frowned at that.
"To call you about the concert, remember?"
"Oh, yeah…" Micky entered her phone number in.
"I guess, you wont be giving me your number then?"
"We cant. for security reasons" he tried to give her an apologetic smile.
He then turned to her friends and introduced himself and the rest of the boys. They smiled, introduced themselves as well and told him how much they liked Dong Bang Shin Ki.
"Finally! people who like us better than big bang!!" Yunho cheered.
"You should convert her" Jaejoong grinned at the three girls.
"We need to be off. It's getting late." Micky smiled at the three girls and then turned his attention back to Alyce "And I'll call you."
He walked over to the rest of his members. Right before they turned around thr corner, Micky yelled out "Alyce, I told you, you wouldn’t die!"
Alyce smiled to herself. She had never felt more alive than she did right then.
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IDEAL SON-IN-LAW
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Author's note: im in this "unexpected ways to propose to the one you like" phase right now. i already did a PG-17 JaeTin and i thought i'd make a funny, cute yet equally sweet XiAnne proposal.
Cute since that's what exactly the XiAnne couple is. i mean, honestly can you imagine them doing hentai? (sorry Yan). hehehe.
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“Susu-ah look, you have the most vote for ‘Artist that all mother want to be their son in law’.” Junsu's bestfriend, Gryanne, said while pointing to the magazine article that she read.
Junsu approached her and looked at the magazine.
“Really?" he asked.
“Yeah, they said they like you because you’re cute, talented and secure. Maybe that’s mean that you have lots of money.” she said, meaning as a joke
He smiled faintly.
She looked at him “Why the sad face?”
“Do you think all the mothers want me to be their son in law?” he asked
“Well according to this magazine you have the most votes. Maybe not all the mothers but most of them like you." she assured him
“How about you Yan?” he asked looking intently at her.
“Huh?” she looked at him, confused.
“How about your mom? Does she want me as son-in-law?” he askes not breaking the eye-lock they held.
She looked at him with blank look.
“I don’t understand. What does my mom have to do with this?”
She seriously didn’t understand what her bestfriend was trying to say.
“'cause I have to make sure your mom likes me before I make a move on you.” he said this with sincere eyes.
Her heart skipped a beat. Oh no! does he mean what i think he means?
"I mean, i know your mom likes me as your bestfriend and our families have been friends since forever but i was wondering if she'd like me as...son-in-law" the guy spoke so fast that she almost didnt catch what he said. almost.
She couldnt move. she was speechless. she was staring at him, not even blinking.
His expressioned turned from expectant to sad when the realization of her silence hit him.
He had been wanting to confess to her but didnt quite know how and when. he had somehow hope his confession would not turn this bad...but it just did. and he hated it.
Suddenly she got up and ran to her bedroom. he stared at her retreating back Shit! i shouldnt have done this!! junsu, your screwed...big time.
He was surprised to see her walking back to him with her phone.
It was now his turn to stare at her confused and frowning.
Seeing the look on his face she smiled and said "Im calling mom and let her assure you she wants you as son-in-law" before her now grinning form ear-to-ear bestfriend leaned in for a kiss.
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