asianchik92

Decode -Part 8-

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:38:55 GMT

Title: Decode
Author: asianchik92
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Yoochun/Changmin, Changmin/Yunho, Jaejoong/Junsu (later)
Genre: Romance, Light Comedy, Angst (later)
Disclaimer: I got the story line off a Indian Movie but I changed it, and I don't own TVXQ either
A/N: atobekazuki betaed this chapter, thanks. :D

Summary: When a person meets another there is a story, How does ours end? Meeting a person once is chance, Meeting a person twice is lucky, Meeting a person three times is fate, so If you meet a person five times is it love? Yoochun, an aspiring cartoonist, meets Changmin. Personalities clash but what happens when they unknowingly fall in love?

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Previous: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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Part 8

Yoochun's father stared dejectedly at the floor just as he had for the last ten minutes. Changmin walked in as Yoochun walked around his room gathering cloths, photographs, and other things.

    "Yoochun?" Changmin called out. Yoochun's father was shaken out of his reverie.

    "One second, Changmin, I'll be right out." Yoochun yelled back through the closed door.

    Yoochun's father looked as Changmin walked over to him before resuming is very productive activity of staring at the floor.

    "Park-shii, How come you’re not dressed, aren't you coming to the airport?" Changmin sat down and looked at Yoochun's father, slightly concerned.

    "Spare me," Yoochun's father his voice tired.

    "Why?" Changmin asked looking at him with much more worry.

    "I can't say goodbyes,"

    Yoochun walked in wearing the same black trench coat that he wore before. Changmin gave him a once over before looking at Park-shii again.

    "Its getting late, I'm have to go so I don't miss my flight." Yoochun said as his father stood up and placed a hand on his head affectionately.

    "Have a safe trip," he replied his voice sad and soft. before winking and smiling at Yoochun. Changmin smiled before lifting one of Yoochun's bags. Looking back at them, Changmin watched as Yoochun and his father hugs each other, the 'I love you', and the awkward smile that could only be between father and son. Shaking his head, he stood on his porch as Changmin drove off with Yoochun in the passenger seat.

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    Yoochun and Changmin walked up to the counter. Placing his bags on the weighing machine Yoochun reached over and got his ticket.

    "Do you remember we met at an airport?" Changmin stated smiling. "After that first meeting I really hated you,"

    Yoochun laughed, "I know, me too,"

    Changmin looked at him, "Really? You did?"

    Yoochun nodded, "Yeah I really hated you,"

    "Really? You hated me? That's must be the exact reason why you tried to kiss me," Changmin face fell to irritation, something Yoochun was proud to do almost every single time they met.

    "Only tried?"

    "Shut up, Yoochun,"

    "I hated you, I think it was because you didn't know how to talk to people and had no respect for women, let alone men. You were so irritating and annoying," Changmin said as they walked away from counter. Yoochun slowed down a bit when Changmin finished.

    "Hmm, not bad," Yoochun said as he stopped about five feet behind Changmin. Changmin didn't turn around, just moved his head to indicate that he was listening, "After all these years you remember everything about me?"

    Changmin turned around and looked at Yoochun, as in really looked. Shifting awkwardly on his feet, his eyes starting to look everywhere but Yoochun's dark brown, beautiful eyes. His lips, his nose, his hair, Changmin tried to memorize every little thing, about the man in front of him, face. 'It wasn't as if he was going to see the man again,' Changmin reasoned in the split second of awkwardness. No it was nothing else but that.

    "So did you think of a story for 'Me and You'?" Changmin asked, desperately trying to get rid of the awkwardness.

    "I have something in mind, but who knows maybe 'Me and You' will end up falling in love." Yoochun said, his voice suddenly turning serious, as he searched Changmin's face for something. Though he didn't really know what that something was.

    Changmin and Yoochun smiled, they didn't know when they were going to see each other again, or if they were going to see each other again.

    "All the best then," Changmin said holding out a hand. Yoochun took it and shook, 'professional, professional is good,'

    "You know Yoochun, I didn't think I'd ever admit this to you, but, I think I'll miss you," Changmin said, Yoochun face faltered slightly before covering it up with a smile.

    "We're going to see each other very soon," Yoochun said stepping closer and his voice becoming softer. Changmin looked down into Yoochun's eyes in slight confusion.

    "Because life's a long time." Yoochun had let go of Changmin's hand and started walking to his gate; Changmin stared at his back for a second before seeing Yoochun turn around, waving to him. Changmin turned around and walked towards the exit.

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3 Months Later - Seoul, South Korea

    Yoochun turned around, the ball moving between his feet, the winds flew around them. Yoochun almost made it into the goal, before a blur of a person stole the ball from him.

    "Yah!" Yoochun said running after him. "Junsu!"

    Junsu laughed as he kicked in the ball into the goal, the ball rolled to a school team that was practicing on the other field.

    "So Changmin is coming in three days?" Junsu asked as he got the ball back, lifting it, before dropping it again to start the play.

    "Right," Yoochun said between pants.

    "Whose friend is he? Yours or mine?" Junsu asked looking at Yoochun critically before stealing the ball from him again.

    "Mine." Yoochun preferred to keep his sentences short and to the point when he was currently trying to steal the ball back from the almost-professional football/soccer player.

    "Am I your chauffeur or secretary?" Junsu asked turning around and evading Yoochun's tries to get the ball with ease.

    "Neither," Yoochun said trying to concentrate on getting the ball almost falling in the process.

    "Then why do you want me to pick him up from the airport?" Junsu said as he scored, Yoochun ran to get the ball.

    "Because I want you to marry him," Yoochun said before dropping the soccer ball and punting it at Junsu.

    "Right, really?" Junsu said incredulously, completely forgetting about the ball coming his way until having the ball bounce off his face. He dropped with a groan.

    "Hey are you okay?" Yoochun asked before getting promptly punch the a place-where-the-sun-don't-shine.

    "OW!" Yoochun said, joining Junsu on the ground. Yoochun closed his eyes and curled up protecting the area from further harm.

    "That's what you get." Junsu said rolling over on his back to stare up at the spring sky.

    "You want me to marry Changmin?"

    "Exactly" Yoochun squeezed out between wheezes.

    "Come on Junsu," Yoochun said once the pain lessened, "You two are perfect for each other,"

    "If Changmin is so perfect, why don't you marry him?" Junsu shot back enjoying the view of the clouds, he swore he could see a sheep, or lamb trampling a rabbit, but he didn't say anything.

    "I can't marry Changmin,"

    "Why?"

    "I'm the sort of person that a mother would warn he children from ever having a relationship with." Yoochun said looking at the clouds next to Junsu. In the sky it looked like there was a deer nose-to-nose with a rabbit. It seemed a bit weird.

    "Yup!" Junsu said lifting his hand into the air to voice his agreement.

    "I know Changmin," Yoochun said ignoring Junsu little outburst. "He needs a person that it mature and experienced. So shut up and trust me,"

    "Trust you?" Junsu said laughing. Yoochun laughed a bit before kicking Junsu in the shin, hard.

    "So in three days, Changmin is coming to the airport, You will go and pick him up. And if you don't like him then you don't need to ever see him again." Yoochun said throwing an arm around Junsu and sniggering.

    Yoochun stood and up and started walking away, "Hey!" Junsu yelled sitting up, "When did I say yes?"

    "You didn't say no!" Yoochun said before sprinting for his life as Junsu chased him.

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    "I can't believe it, I'm actually doing what you're telling me to do." Junsu said holding the Haptic cell phone to his ear.

    "Oh and if Changmin realizes I'm introducing you two, he will kill me," Yoochun said sitting in front of the T.V. playing a video game in his pajamas.

    "So after the wedding, can I tell him?" Junsu said walking around to the other side of his Lexus.

    "Not bad, already thinking about the wedding." Yoochun said slyly, Junsu could almost hear the smirk that would written all over Yoochun's face in bright red thick letters.

    "Changmin is also staying with family, so he knows the address." Yoochun listened to Junsu for a couple of moments on the other end before adjusting the handset of his phone, "Yeah, Junsu, I'm busy, I'll call you later," Yoochun pushed end before going back to his video game.

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    Changmin and his mother wove through the throngs of people waiting for people that were coming home. They past women, men and children all holding signs before stopping when something caught their eyes. A man shorter then Changmin, heck even shorter than Yoochun stood holding a sign that had 'Shim Changmin and family' written on it.

    "Um, Changmin-shii?" Junsu asked timidly to make sure it wasn't someone else.

    "Yes, and you are?" Changmin asked looking at the man with a careful eye.

    "Hi, I'm Yoochun, oh sorry, I'm Junsu," Junsu stuttered out looking slightly nervous at the intimidating handsome man in front of him, "I'm Yoochun's friend,"

    "Ah! You are Yoochun's friend!" Hana-shii started to talk as Changmin just looked at his mother, wondering what planet she was from. I'm Shim Jaejin, but you can call me Hana," Hana-shii rambled on oblivious to the stare turned glare that Changmin was sending her, "Your handsome, just like Yoochun described,"

    "Yoochun described?" Changmin said, not taking his eyes off of his mother, in something close to suspicious shock.

    "No he didn't, he just said that Junsu would be coming to receive us from the airport." Hana-shii said smiling and looking between the two of them.

    "And you couldn't tell me this before," Changmin deadpanned as he looked at her.

    "Changmin-ah, It is a long flight and I'm at my wits ends, I don't even think I can remember the address properly." Hana-shii said completely not afraid of the look Changmin was giving her.

    "Oh sorry, hi Junsu," Junsu shifted from foot to foot, before speaking.

    "Something suddenly came up, so Yoochun was busy, that's why I came," Junsu said nodding slightly.

    "Suddenly? But Umma said Yoochun called and told her ahead of time," Changmin said sharply, not exactly believing Junsu.

    "The car is parked outside, Shall we?" Junsu motioned before taking the handles of the cart. and pushing it.

    "What type of car do you drive?" Hana-shii asked before her arm got pulled by Changmin.

    "Umma! You don't ask people things like that,"

    "Just asking because we have so much luggage," Hana-shii covered up before grinning in Junsu's direction.

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    There is just something about South Korea, the country has a smell of its own," Hana-shii said looking out the front windshield as Junsu drove through the traffic, "It is so nice to be here instead of Paris,"

    Changmin opened the newspaper that was sitting in the backseat.

    "So what do you do?" Hana-shii asked looking at Junsu, whose eyes were covered by his sunglasses.

    "I run a computer business," He said smiling.

    "Oh," Hana-shii grinned and glanced back at Changmin who seemed more interested in the newspaper then their conversation.

    "I see, so how much turn over?" Hana-shii continued.

    "Umma!" Changmin said sternly from the back.

    "Changmin is also a computer buff," Hana-shii said smiling.

    "Really?" Junsu asked.

    "Not much, except office computing," Changmin forgot to include the fact that he hacked into the security system of a high-end business just to see if they had seen his pictures yet, but that was just a tiny detail.

    "So Yoochun said you run a photo studio in Paris," Junsu said lightly trying to keep the small talk alive.

    "Yeah, I'm trying to get on Vogue," Changmin said lightly.

    Hana-shii looked back before starting on a tangent. "We've only been in Korea for less then 30 minutes, and you're already reading? Why are you already reading? You read too much."

    "Yoochun's 'Me and You' is in the New York Times," Changmin said smiling.

    Junsu looked away slightly awkward, "God, Yoochun..." he muttered under his breath.

    "Yes, Yoochun," Hana-shii said with equal distaste.

    Changmin looked at his mother, "What?" Hana-shii said glancing at Junsu then at Changmin, "I was only joining the chorus."

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    Changmin walked into the apartment that his aunt had rented for him and his mother. It was late, every other room in the entire apartment complex had its light off.

    The phone rang, and rang.

    "In Seoul don't they disconnect the phones at night?" Hana-shii asked groggily, before turning over.

    Changmin's hand reached over and picked up the phone, "Yes, Yoochun,"

    "Hey Changmin, how did you know it was me?" Yoochun's voice on the other end flowed through almost sending Changmin back to sleep.

    "Who else would call this late at night?" Changmin stated, opening an eye to look at the time.

    "You're angry with me? Okay then, I'm going home then." both of Changmin's eyes sprang open.

    "What?" Changmin didn't put down the phone but rolled out of bed at an inhuman speed, almost losing his balance.

    "I'm standing outside of your house,"

    Opening the door, Changmin looked out and saw Yoochun standing there, in his short pants, no socks and now shorter hair. Smiling slightly Changmin just stared. Yoochun titled his head in an awkward gesture; he really wanted to scratch his head.

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    Changmin sat looking out at the Seoul Skyline as Yoochun ate the food he had on his plate. Surprisingly Hana-shii didn't wake up.

    "Umma was right, your own country is the best." Changmin said glancing at Yoochun who nodded slightly putting a dumpling in his mouth.

    "Who told you to live in Paris?" Yoochun asked before realizing what exactly he had asked.

    "Oh, Sorry," Yoochun said evading Changmin's eyes.

    "No its okay, really," Changmin said putting a hand on Yoochun's shoulder.

    "Yoochun, the reason why I stayed in Paris was because if I stayed in Seoul everyone would have wanted me to marry again. And after Yunho died, I just wasn't interested. I can't stop loving someone just because they are dead, I will always love Yunho," Changmin confided. Yoochun listened quietly not saying anything about the swirling thoughts in his head.

    "But it doesn't mean that you can't pick up the rest of your life right?" Yoochun said softly.

    "Yes, but to start fresh and have no worries, then you should have a good companion." Changmin said looking at Yoochun's silky black hair, his pink lips, Changmin had to tear his eyes away and look back out the window.

    "Not someone in an arranged marriage," Changmin continued.

    Yoochun turned and looked at Changmin evenly, "What if you find someone here?"

    "I think arranged marriages work," Yoochun continued only to pause once Changmin started to laugh.

    "You actually like arranged marriages?" Changmin said shaking his head.

    "Hey!" Yoochun said trying to save his butt. "Okay lets pretend I'm coming here to look at an arranged match,"

    "At 2am?" Changmin said incredulously.

    "Hello Changmin, I'm Suan Namkyung!"

    "Shut up Yoochun!" Changmin said getting up and walking to the table.

    "Your aunt's niece's daughter speaks very highly of you," Yoochun called out and Changmin shock his head. "She said we are perfect for each other,"

    "Bye Yoochun," Changmin said as he spread jelly on a piece of toast.

    Yoochun got up and stood next to Changmin, "Okay not Suan Namkyung, but a guy, a genuine, smart, caring guy, even though there is nothing wrong with any Suan Namkyungs out there, asks you whether or not, after so many years in Paris, will you be able to adjust to life in Seoul again. With me," Yoochun said as Changmin handed him a plate with a toast sandwich on it. Laughing Yoochun grabbed Changmin's arm and steered him to a chair.

    "Stop it Yoochun, its not funny," Changmin said rolling his eyes.

    "But it is funny! Come on, just try and imagine it," Yoochun said motioning to Changmin.

    ".... Alright," Changmin said before grinning, "So what were you asking?"

    "After Paris, will you be able to adjust to life in Seoul again." Yoochun reiterated.

    "More important then the city is the adjustment between the two people. If two people are happy together, Seoul or Paris, what's the difference?" Changmin said leaning forward as he spoke and smirking.

    "After marriage will you work? Or would you stay home?" Yoochun asked as Changmin leaned back into a comfortable position.

    "Why? You don't want me to work?" Changmin said looking at him.

    "No, I want you to work, not a past time but serious work, like you," Yoochun replied gesturing to Changmin.

    "Yes, see that is how you should talk to people," Changmin uttered lightly.

    Yoochun ignored him. "What about kids?"

    "Kids?"

    "Not you, but aren't you supposed to ask me whether or not I love kids?" Yoochun said keeping up with the rapid fire of a conversation they were having.

    "Oh," Changmin said dumbly, "Do you love kids?"

    "Of course, I love them this much," Yoochun said holding his arms apart wide.

    "First I want a daughter, beautiful and intelligent, just like you, I'd make a fine appa," Yoochun said getting mock serious. "And if I find someone like me flirting with her, I will brake his legs."

    "You think that would make you a fine father?" Changmin asked.

    "Look, you would make an awesome mother," Yoochun said leaning forward.

    "Who said I was going to be the woman in this relationship?" Changmin shot back.

    Yoochun ignored him again, "So what if I spoil the kids, what harm will be done,"

    "So I do all the hard work and you have all the fun?" Changmin asked leaning forward his face level with Yoochun's.

    "Look from my point of view it is an awesome marriage," Yoochun said not exactly looking at Changmin, "A puppy would complete the family picture,"

    "And we can call him Mangdongie,"

    "The fish?"

    "Yes,"

    "Awful name,"

    "OW! Changmin! What was that for?" Yoochun said rubbing his arm, "Fine, we can name him Mangdoongie, but on one condition, you take him out on walks."

    Changmin nodded, his face on the verge of laughter.

    "And I'll only feed him morsels of food from my plate," Yoochun said.

    "So apart from spoiling the kids and Mangdoongie, what else will you do?" Changmin asked.

    "What left is there to be done? We'll live happily ever after," Yoochun said with an air of finality.

    "With the kids, and Mangdoongie," Changmin uttered looking expectant.

    "And of course, you. Sorry," Yoochun said glancing at Changmin.

    "So I come after the kids and Mangdoongie," Changmin stated.

    "Yes," Yoochun said.

    Changmin head swiveled to look at Yoochun, "Mention me after the kids and Mangdoongie and I will hack you into tiny little pieces, and feed you to Mangdoongie,"

    "Okay, okay, sorry," Yoochun's hand went to cup Changmin's face. "No more kids or Mangdoongie,"

    Yoochun leaned a little bit forward, "I will always love you more than anyone else,"

    Changmin's smile dropped as he and Yoochun realized exactly what position they were in and what Yoochun had just said.

    Yoochun pulled away suddenly feeling hot and cold at the same time. Changmin moved back and leaned against the back of the seat.

    Yoochun sat for a second before speaking again, "See, isn't talking about arranged marriages easy?" Yoochun paused, "We almost go married."

    Changmin looked down at the ground as Yoochun turned and looked out the broad window.

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    Chung-ah walked over to the door when the doorbell rang.

    "Changmin!" She exclaimed as she ushered him into the house.

    "How are you?" they both asked at the same time, and shared a laugh.

    "You are looking remarkably handsome, I ought to tell you," Chung-ah said smiling and sitting down on the couch, "would you like anything? Coffee, Tea, juice?"

    "No. No, thank you," Changmin replied politely, "I just came from home, you know that Umma never lets me leave with out breakfast,"

    Changmin placed a hand inside his messenger back and pulled something out. "Here, A gift,"

    Chung-ah opened the small pouch to see a simple silver necklace. "Changmin, this wasn't necessary,"

    "No, actually, Yoochun's father sent it to you," Changmin said as he watched Yoochun's mother's face fall and her place the necklace back in the pouch.

    "He's fine," Changmin ventured to break the ugly atmosphere.

    Chung-ah glanced at Changmin through her peripheral vision.

    Yoochun walked in and sat on the back of the couch, "Changmin, I'm the one that makes Umma laugh, and you make Umma upset as soon as you step in,"

    Chung-ah held Yoochun's hand as he wrapped his other hand around her shoulders.

    "Don't fall for what he says," Yoochun said pointing to Changmin.

    "Yoochun," Chung-ah said looking at Yoochun.

    "Yes?"

    "Shut up," Chung-ah said with a twinkle in her eyes.

    Yoochun's eyes widened as Changmin started to laugh. Chung-ah just messed up Yoochun's hair.

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    Changmin stood looking over other people that were taking pictures for a shoot. He desperately wanted to correct a few people on how to take simple pictures.

    Yoochun's phone rang as Changmin looked over at Yoochun.

    "Ah! Junsu, yeah park the car, we're inside," Yoochun said before hanging up.

    "Junsu's coming?" Changmin asked looking slightly displeased, but not enough for Yoochun to notice it.

    "Oh yeah, I forgot to ask you," Yoochun said lightly.

    "But what is Junsu doing here?" Changmin asked suddenly completely displeased.

    "I thought we could have lunch together," Yoochun said as Junsu walked up to them.

    "Hey," Junsu said before looking at Changmin.

    "How was your shopping?" Junsu asked feeling awkward as Changmin started to give him the cold shoulder.

    "It wasn't shopping it was business," Changmin said sharply, "I'm hungry, where are we going for lunch?"

    Yoochun suddenly put a hand up to his forehead, "Oh god, I completely forgot, I have to meet JJ,"

    "Who's this lady now?" Changmin asked.

    "A friend, a guy," Yoochun said before adding, "A very very nice friend."

    "Is this your first lunch date with JJ or what ever her name is?"

    "Lunch, yes, for the first time." Yoochun replied back. "A couple days ago we went out for dinner, so you guys go ahead and have lunch," Running over to his car Yoochun drove off.

    "Yoochun!" Changmin called out only to be ignored.

    Junsu and Changmin looked at each other for a second before shaking their heads.

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    The black Lexus sped through traffic, evading motorcyclists and other cars. Changmin sat in the passenger seat, looking at the road.

    "I know a great joint for grilled fish, and lobster," Junsu ventured, only to see that Changmin wasn't really paying attention.

    "Huh?" Changmin turned when he felt eyes on him.

    "I know I good place for grilled fish, would you like to go there?" Junsu said again.

    "I don't like grilled fish," Changmin said looking out the window.

    "Oh, do you want to go somewhere else? Bulgogi or something else?" Junsu tried again.

    "I forgot, my mother cooked lunch today," Changmin said a small awkward smile on his face. "So can you take me home?"

    "Okay, next your place there is a diner, I can go there," Junsu said. They looked at each other before laughing slightly.

    There was a couple of seconds for complete silence before Junsu spoke. "Today is my birthday," (A/N: I changed his birthday... sorry.. XD)

    "Really? Yoochun didn't tell me," Changmin said a full smile now gracing his face.

    "Yoochun must have forgotten," Junsu uttered shaking his head.

    "Really? Yoochun... He is so..." Changmin made a hand movement that looked like crushing someone’s head.

    "Yeah, That’s kind of what he is like." Junsu said. They looked at each other again before laughing.

    Then silence reigned.
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    "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to Junsu, Happy Birthday to you!" Changmin and Yoochun sang at Junsu sat staring at the chocolate cake in front of him with one candle.

    Changmin and Yoochun sat on either side of him in the club room that they were given. Yoochun apparently had friends everywhere.

    Just as Junsu was about to cut the cake Yoochun took the knife and helped him cut the first slice.

    "Strange Junsu, You didn't remind me that it was your birthday," Yoochun said taking the cake slice and placing it on a plate.

    Yoochun flinched violently as he was hit over the head by a man's hand.

    "How dare you, Yoochun, You didn't even invite me."

    "Sorry Jaejoong," Yoochun said before he was hit again.

    "Enough apologizing," Jaejoong said as he sat down in Junsu's spot that he vacated once Jaejoong to sit next to Changmin.

    "You must be Changmin," Jaejoong pointed to Changmin, who nodded looking a bit confused, "Don't ask me how I know you,"

    "And you must be JJ" Junsu said before Changmin could react.

    "And you must be Junsu," Jaejoong said as Yoochun grinned, "Happy Birthday," Jaejoong said shaking hand with Junsu.

    "What? This is a Birthday and there is no Champagne?" Jaejoong said.

    Flagging over a waiter Jaejoong got a bottle of Champagne and popped the cork.

    "To new friends!" Jaejoong said filling up everyone's glasses. Handing them to everyone Jaejoong smiled at Yoochun, "Yoochun I really like your friends,"

    After a few minutes of small talk Jaejoong turned to Junsu as Yoochun and Changmin looked at each other in amusement.

    "Junsu, You never told me what you did." Jaejoong said looking at Junsu.

    "I run a computer business, 'AI computers' we design computer systems and even do things with artificial technology." Junsu replied back enraptured by the way Jaejoong held himself, and spoke, and everything he did.

    "Really? All the computers in my office were sourced from you," Jaejoong said suddenly really happy, "KJJ Entertainment,"

    "Wait, You're Kim Jaejoong?" Junsu asked adjusting slightly when Yoochun reached over an grabbed Changmin's bag for him, "No wonder your voice sounded familiar, We spoke so many times on the phone."

    Changmin looked inside his bag as Yoochun started to talk. "You actually spoke or heard one of the conversations on the phone?" Yoochun said a little bit irritated Junsu managed to steal Jaejoong's attention from him.

    "After so many conversations we actually meet... Amazing" Jaejoong said before taking a drink out of his glass.

    "How amazing," Yoochun said his voice dripping with sarcasm.

    "Yoochun. What a boring song," Changmin said to lighten up the mood that Yoochun was projecting.

    "Awful song," Yoochun answered back.

    "No way, I love this song," Jaejoong grinned.

    "This song was the first song I danced with a girl, with." Junsu said. Changmin sent a smirk to Yoochun in between what seemed to be good friends by now.

    "Come on," Jaejoong said standing up and grabbing Junsu's hand, "Let's dance,"

    Yoochun looked torn, "Let them be, Yoochun," Changmin said smiling.

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    Junsu rubbed up against Jaejoong on the dance floor and showed off his dancing skills. Jaejoong's hands were on Junsu's butt and Yoochun couldn't stand to watch. Instead he looked at Changmin, his mouth, his eyes, his nose, the cute way his eyes clinched shut when he took a shot of vodka or soju.

    "Its strange isn't it? No matter how many times they have talked business, they never met. And one chance meeting and they are completely taken by each other." Changmin said as he watched Junsu whisper something into Jaejoong's ear, which caused him to throw his head back in laughter.

    "It is way to fast, who would say it is their first meeting if they are rubbing against each other like that?" Yoochun said refusing to look at Changmin when his eyes slid to look at Yoochun.

    "Yoochun. Shut up" Changmin said before looking back at them.

    "Sometimes it takes one look, sometimes it takes many meetings," Changmin said softly.

    Yoochun turned around and looked at Junsu and Jaejoong and finally smiled.

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    The silver band slipped on to his finger. Junsu looked up at Jaejoong's twinkling eyes.

    Yoochun leaned over to Junsu and whispered in his ear, "This is your last chance, no second to last chance, don’t forget." Changmin grabbed Yoochun's hand and pulled him back.

    Junsu's family and Jaejoong's family all clapped and talked amidst the sparkling lights of the very same club that they met.

    Yoochun and Changmin later sat at the bar looking around. "Junsu and Jaejoong," Yoochun said as Changmin' attention was pulled back to Yoochun.

    "Huh?"

    "Jaejoong and Junsu, they're, you know, so unlike each other, I don't know how they like each other." Yoochun said as Changmin looked at him.

    "Yoochun, haven't you ever heard of the phrase 'Opposites attract'? Its also more widely excepted that if the relationship is more varied then it is better for the relationship." Changmin said fingering the camera as he took pictures. He had taken the wedding pictures as per Jaejoong's request and was no making a scrapbook for them.

    "One partner makes up for the other's flaws; and he makes up for the others shortcomings. Which makes a perfect marriage," Changmin said looking at Yoochun.

    "Wow, Changmin, You should write a book," Yoochun said before getting whacked in the back of the head.

    "Principles of Marriage by Shim Changmin," Yoochun said as Changmin laughed.

    Jaejoong clinked his glass with a knife behind them gaining everyone’s attention. "Attention!"

    Everyone stared as Jaejoong spoke, "Today I'm happy, elated, beyond expression," Jaejoong smiled and wrapped an arm around Junsu. "Guess why?"

    Not waiting for anyone to reply, Jaejoong held up his hand with the silver band on it. "Because today is my engagement,"

    Yoochun and Changmin clapped along with everyone else, and grinned at each other.

    "And the person that help me get together with Junsu here..." Jaejoong slurred the alcohol slightly getting into his system. Yoochun face fell as he spoke. "Is Changmin! Lets all give a round of applause!"

    Changmin stared at Jaejoong in shock; he could hear the cheers distantly.

    "If Changmin liked Junsu, If Junsu liked Changmin, then it would be him here instead of me," Changmin looked down trying to process what Jaejoong was saying in his mind.

    "Yoochun tried his best to make Junsu and Changmin fall in love, then I materialized and got lucky," Jaejoong's pretty voice echoed through the club, as Changmin got up and walked away. Yoochun followed quickly, as Junsu stood looking helplessly.

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    Changmin strode into the men restroom just as someone walked out. Holding the door politely he walked in, placing a hand on either side of one of the few sinks that lined the wall.

    Yoochun walked in and closed the door locking it just in case anyone wanted to eavesdrop.

    "Changmin..." Yoochun said walking closer to the silent man.

    "Changmin..." He repeated, placing a hand on Changmin's shoulder only of it to be push away, and him being shoved back violently.

    "How dare you, Yoochun,"

(TBC)

A/N: Okay this way 19 pages... 19 Pages! I'm kinda astounded and surprised. I didn't expect it to be 19 pages... which is kind of bad cause chapters should all remain about the same size, so later I'll go back and correct it. I did this in two days too.. typically it takes me two weeks to post a seven page chapter and last weekend i wrote 19 pages. -dies- I'm going back to studying now.. If it is moving too fast please tell me.

As Always, Comments, Critic, Random Babblings all welcome!

Decode -Part 7-

Thu, 29 Oct 2009 22:17:16 GMT

Decode -Part 6-

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 22:06:49 GMT

Decode -Part 5-

Sun, 13 Sep 2009 15:06:00 GMT

Lonely Dancer

Sun, 06 Sep 2009 20:43:18 GMT

Title: Lonely Dancer
Author: asianchik92
Rating: G-PG?
Pairing: HoSu
Genre: Angst
Disclaimer:I don't own these guys... no one owns them.. though SM is starting to act like they do... ><

A/N: un beta-ed, I just had to write this An this entire story was spured by a picture i saw on Deviantart... (GOD I LOVE THAT PLACE) the link will be at the bottom.

Lonely Dancer

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     Yunho turned and wove his body to the pounding beats of the music, sweat rolled down his face, which was hard, serious and cold. It wasn’t like the choreographed dances he did with the rest of the group, this was his anger, his anguish, of not being able to reach out and help the other three in their time of need. His foot stomped and his body turned in an almost inhuman amount of speed. He could no longer hear the song, nor remember where he was. All he felt was the polished wood floor of the dance studio and the anger pulsing through his veins. He liked being in control, being in the loop, being able to catch the others if they fell. The job of his had been drilled into his mind for so long that he couldn’t help but be angry. Thunder struck outside the small window. Lightening flashed and rain fell in sheets. The music continued, and he danced. Strong masculine.

     Until he felt two arms circle his waist and pull him close to him. Yunho was broken out of his reverie and looked at the mirror in front of him. Yunho took a deep breath to calm his heart down, and to even out his breathing. He looked into the mirror and saw the shorthaired man that was holding him from behind. Yunho let out a small laugh. Before looking at him.

     The voice was distinctive, even now, after so many years when the others were still making fun of him sounding like a dolphin. “Your not a lonely dancer, hyung”

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A/N: I have been slightly emo the past few days, and i should really get to work on the 5th part of decode... but school, and tennis just don't let me.... so i have a deal going, If i can get my lab report and my english TV show review done, I'll type the fifth part up...

I know this is bad, but comments are welcome.

Link --> http://vladimirborowicz.deviantart.com/art/Lonely-dancer-85259805?moodonly=1#comments

It is copyrighted , or else i would have put it on here. better safe then sorry.

Decode -Part 4-

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 17:59:36 GMT

Don't Get Addicted

Fri, 31 Jul 2009 02:51:39 GMT

Title: Don't Get Addicted
Author: asianchik92
Rating: PG-13
Length: Oneshot
Word Count: 532
Pairing: 2min = Minho/Taemin
Genre: Fluff? Romance?
Disclaimer: I, regretfully, do not know anything in this but the story. Got the prompt from "Shinee's random prompt/pairing generator" HERE

A/N: This is not beta-ed....

Summary: In his hand lay a stick, white with an orange bottom. In the other rested a silver lighter.

    The summer night's wind blew around him, and the moon shone through the clear sky. Taemin stood outside, his brown hair swaying in the wind. In his hand lay a stick, white with an orange bottom. In the other rested a silver lighter. Taemin held it up to the moonlight to get a better look at it. It looked the same as in the ads for them. He inwardly cringed thinking about what would be on his hyung's faces when they found out that he had tried this. Holding this stick in between his lips he brought up the lighter and light the end of the stick. Pulling it away from his lips he watched as the embers of the ground up leaves inside of it burn in an orange color.

    Finally putting it up to his lips, he took a deep breath in through it. He could taste the bitter taste of the tobacco, and the all too familiar rush of doing something that he was told he should never do. He looked up into the sky. The moon seemed to shine a spotlight on him, and the stars were his audience. He closed his eyes for a second before feeling a hand take the cigarette forcefully and slap him across the face.

    Taemin's eyes flew open, and his cheek stung. He looked up and to his left to see a steal eyed Minho.

    "What are you doing?" Minho said his voice rougher than usual. Taemin looked at Minho, his mind searching for an excuse. Before Minho flung the cigarette off the balcony, grabbed Taemin's hand and dragged him inside. Walking past a sleeping Jonghyun on the couch, a confused Jinki who was watching TV, and Key who was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. Taemin whimpered slightly as Minho's grip tightened around his wrist. Shoving Taemin into his bedroom Minho slammed the door shut and locked it.

    Taemin looked at him and didn't say a word, as Minho turned back to him. He walked over to Taemin and pulled him up from where he was sitting on the bed and pushed him against the wall, his face centimeters from Taemin's.

    "What were you thinking?" Minho said his voice a near whisper, "Don't you dare smoke, Taemin," His eyes floated across Taemin's eyes, lips, nose, and cheek.

    Taemin finally found his voice, "Why not?" Taemin asked so defiantly, it scared himself too.

    Minho stayed silent for a couple of seconds.

    Taemin counted it.

    Five.

    Four.

    Three.

    Two.

    One.

    "See! You don't have a reason why I can't smo–" Taemin didn't finish the sentence as Minho silenced him by punishing him in a bruising kiss. Taemin's eyes became as big as saucers then gradually closed as Taemin's hands reached around Minho's neck.

    Minho pulled away, leaving Taemin panting heavily. "Don't smoke Taeminnie, You can do anything but I don't want you to smoke." Minho placed his forehead on Taemin's.

    "Hyung, I wouldn't have gotten addicted you know..." Taemin said smiling.

    "You never know that," Minho said adamantly.

    Taemin nodded and pulled Minho's mouth down for another kiss. "I'm already addicted to something else."

Picture taken from here: http://innerdepravityart.deviantart.com/art/cigarette-93472000

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A/N: This is a small thing i had to write down, or else it threatened to take over my brain, Decode part 4, i swear should be up soon... I'm still in the process of writing it. Also anyone want to beta that chapter please do tell me! I really need a beta. I also am new to the Shinee fandom, so I don't really know how they act, as well as i do TVXQ, So if it is off, sorry... but enjoy. Comments, Critic, Random babblings all appreciated!

Decode -Part 3-

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 23:01:50 GMT

Decode -Part 2-

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 21:07:27 GMT

Part 2

9 years ago - San Francisco

    The moving walkway rolled beside a giant window next to the gates at the San Francisco airport. 747 sat was being loaded with food, people and luggage. This is what Yoochun and Changmin should have been doing, but the flight from San Francisco to New York was cancelled. Changmin sighed and stood looking forward. For one day he was stuck in a city where he didn't know anyone. The sun shone brightly as they had landed in the morning thankfully.

    As the walkway moved he heard footsteps behind him running to catch up to him.

    "Hi" Yoochun said, smiling.

    "Hey," Changmin replied, being polite. They both smiled at each other, Changmin being taller than Yoochun, looked down at him. Yoochun was wearing cargo pants, and a jean jacket, clear indicators of a college student. Not that Changmin could say the same. He was a college student but at least on a plane he dressed well.

    "Our New York Flight is in a day," Changmin nodded and played along with the lighthearted conversation. "Airport squatting is boring... do you want to sightsee?" Changmin nodded, considering it. "You have a visa," Yoochun continued.

    "How do you know?" Changmin asked.

    "I looked at your passport" Yoochun replied. He smiled and a dimple shone on his face.

    "You looked through my bag?!" Changmin said his eyes getting wide. His voice grew slightly louder. He turned back around to look at the airplanes, trying desperately to ignore Yoochun again.

    "What? You were asleep and I was bored, and I thought I might as well kill some time..." Yoochun said, leaning towards Changmin a slight bit.

    "You went through my bag because you were bored? My computer was in there, you could've stolen it!" Changmin said, his face contorted in irritation and disbelief. "You don't go through people's bags when they don't let you!" Changmin tried to tell him.

    "Why? What's inside people's bags?" Yoochun asked. Changmin didn't answer, instead he just glared.

    "Okay, I stand corrected, I'll never do it again." Yoochun said, quickly trying to save his ass.

    Changmin shook his head as he started to walk away from him, "I can't believe you went through my bag."

    "I said I was sorry," Yoochun replied, trying to catch up to him.

    Stopping, Yoochun called out to Changmin, "Where are you going?"

    Changmin kept walking but his voice rang out in clear Korean. "I thought we were going to sightsee in San Francisco." Yoochun smiled, before running up to catch up with Changmin, "Wait up, I don't have long legs like you!"

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    The air in San Francisco was better than the air in Seoul; Yoochun immediately decided, it was clean to an extent. There were people walking around the city, and the same homeless man that Yoochun swore he saw two blocks before. They were on a bus going to Japan Town when Yoochun turned to Changmin again.

    "Where does our story end?" Yoochun asked, more to himself than Changmin.

    "Story? Ours?"

    "Yeah," Yoochun nodded as Changmin placed his bag next to his feet. "Everyone has a story, So when we meet some one our stories meet. And that is our story." Changmin nodded, listening to him, "So say we spend a lot of time together here, and when we go to New York and look each other up–"

    "Or we say our goodbyes and never see each other again," Changmin continued on the same note that Yoochun was going at.

    "Umm, yeah," Yoochun looked slightly taken aback. "But still no matter how long or short, there still is a story between the two of us."

    Changmin smiled, the notion of a story was nice to hear. "Here," He said holding out 2.50$ and placing it in Yoochun's hand.

    "What's this for? Extra begging money?" Yoochun said, looking at the two bills and coins in his hand.

    "For my ticket," Changmin said looking in front of him, the man next to him was handsome he had to admit, but still, there was no way he would turn into a blushing teenage girl around him.

    "Aish, Don't be silly, the ticket is 2.50$, I'll pay for it," Yoochun said pulling out his wallet to pay for the ticket.

    "Nope, 50-50, we'll split even, why do you have to pay for my ticket?" Changmin said, looking at him.

    "Okay, less money for me to spend." Changmin's face dropped, "... Bad joke?" Yoochun asked sheepishly.

    "Very."

    "Hey..." Yoochun trailed off. Changmin looked at him in wonder. "Never mind, I was going to crack another bad joke." Changmin laughed slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched up in amusement.

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    After the bus ride into Japan town, Changmin got a map and looked at it, walking out of a store that the both of them were in minutes earlier.

    "Yoochun, here we are, and this is where we are headed." Changmin said, pointing out a street on the map. Yoochun was lighting his cigarette, blowing on the paper as Changmin coughed.

    "Why do people smoke,” Changmin said, trying to get fresh air back into his system.

    "Come on Changmin," Yoochun said grabbing a chair for himself and sitting down, "Unless you try it, you'll never know how it feels to smoke," Yoochun said taking a deep inhale through the stick of cancer.

    Changmin sat next to him, nodding somewhat innocently before taking the cigarette, "You're right," He looked from the cigarette to Yoochun, who motioned him to almost suck on the stick. He placed the stick in his mouth, sucking in some of the smoke before he removed it, starting to hack.

    "Why do people smoke?" Changmin stated again, pulling out a pack of gum.

    "Oh can I have one?" Yoochun asked his hand held out.

    "Only one." Changmin said shoving a piece into Yoochun's waiting hand. It missed his mouth as Yoochun tried to pop it in.

    "Can I have one more?"

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    Walking on a small bridge in the middle of San Francisco, Changmin pointed at a tall building to their left. "Look! And a museum!"

    "Oh no! I refuse to go to a museum, we decided where we would go, and that did not include a boring museum!" Yoochun whined.

    "Excuse me, but when did we decide?" Changmin asked.

    "Okay we're deciding now." Changmin sighed and turned away from the fuming Yoochun towards the museum. "Museums are for kids, teachers and old people, not for people like us! Okay I'm off, you're on your own."

    Changmin stopped his face in a pout. "You’re going to leave me alone in a place where I don't know anyone?"

    Yoochun shrugged, "Fine!" Changmin said

    "Fine! You go your way and I'll just follow you..." Yoochun said, trying not to give into the pout that Changmin sent his way. 'I don't think anyone in the world can resist that pout, and if there is some one out there, please teach me!' Yoochun thought as they walked into the Palace of Fine Arts.

    Looking at paintings of half-nude figures of both genders, Yoochun grinned and pointed to it, "Now this is good." Changmin neatly rolled his eyes and walked away from him. They walked around the museum, looking at paintings and other pieces of art as well.

    As they were walking out Yoochun seized the time to finally look at the people around him. "Done with your museum, finally!" Yoochun said quickly, "Lets’ do something..." His eyes caught a woman who walked by, "...fun" Sighing Changmin looked forward, refusing to acknowledge the fact that the person next to him was the only person that he knew in San Francisco. "Oh God."

    "What?" Yoochun asked, looking at the brown short haired man in front of him. "What did I do?"

    "Why were you staring at that girl? Do your eyes suddenly have x-ray vision? That you can see through clothes?" Changmin said, his hand holding a rolled up magazine.

    "I wish."

    Changmin stopped, his face looking at him with disgust. "What?" Yoochun said as Changmin walked away from him for the fourth time since he met him.

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    "Yoochun, what would you feel like if you were looked at like that by a girl?" Changmin paused, "Wait, don't answer that." He said as a grin was forming on Yoochun's face. Yoochun chuckled an evil laugh.

    "Thank God, not every guy is like you," Changmin said.

    "Hey, I look at guys like that too." Changmin's mouth dropped to the ground.

    "You're gay?" Changmin said that a little too loudly.

    "The word for me is Bi, meaning I'm Bi-sexual, in other words–" Yoochun explained before getting cut off by Changmin.

    "Everyone is game." Changmin said, his face not looking amused.

    "And what is someone else finds out?" Changmin continued.

    "We cover it up with a lie, or we just come out and tell them." Yoochun said, half laughing as Changmin choked on the coffee he held in his hand.

    "What’s one of your lies?" Changmin asked.

    "Well, in a relationship or when I am just meeting a person?" Yoochun grinned.

    "There is a difference?"

    "Say there is a guy I really like but I'm in a relationship with a girl, I tell her that I'm not that interested. But, if I'm just meeting someone, I tell my friend that I have her number, no matter if the person is a girl or not. But once I get the person's number, I tell my friends that I took he or she out. And when we actually go on a date, I tell my friends that we had.... You know what." Yoochun trailed off. Changmin was looking at him with wide eyes.

    "Are you serious?" Changmin asked slightly offended. "So what will you tell your friends about me?"

    Yoochun faltered, "I didn't mean you!"

    "Get away from me, I don't know you, you are sick playing with people's hearts like that.”

    Yoochun sighed and took a swig out of his coke bottle, "What is with him? Taking everything so serious."

    "I am not taking thing too seriously," Changmin said, "You just don't understand the hearts of people that aren't gigantic flirts like you."

    "Really? I don't understand the hearts? Well, I understand the attraction between two different people!" Yoochun yelled after him.

    They had attracted a crowd around them, as they argued. Yoochun sighed, as Changmin wouldn't let go of the fact that people want romance not just attraction. There was only one way that Yoochun could think of to make to argument to stop.
    Taking matters into his own hands, Yoochun yanked Changmin's head down just as he was telling him that attraction isn't everything. And kissed him.

    Time stopped for Changmin as he felt a pair of arms around his neck, and the feeling of lips on his own. He stumbled back, vaguely aware of applause around them. Changmin did the only thing natural to him in his current shocked state. He brought up his hand, and slapped Yoochun across the face.

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A/N: Okay it still hasn't gone to the present time..... and I'm still in the same time as the first part.... ^^ hopefully there are no mistakes but if there are please tell me... comments! critic! random babblings! all appreciated... ^^

Decode -Part 1-

Fri, 10 Jul 2009 21:29:24 GMT

Oneshot: Watching

Sat, 13 Jun 2009 15:38:17 GMT

Title: Watching
Author: asianchik92
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yoochun/FC
Genre: fluff? romance? I don't really know...
Word Count: 772
A/N: this is fictional, comments welcome!

She isn’t a stalker, neither is he.

But she sees into his house and he sees into hers. Across a vast open space of the alley they can watch without any hindrances.

He hears her laughing on the phone when his window is open, which it is most of the time. He hears her talking and singing, cooking and dancing on the shiny wood floors. He watches her when he thinks she cannot see him. He watches her and needs to know her name.

She can hear him laughing and talking, the low seductive drawl that carries across the small alley. He sees him having friends over just as handsome as he is, if not more, and she sees him playing the piano, his fingers ghosting over the ivory keys and head hanging down.

He sees her at times at the café where his friend works. She is always writing and always drinking the same type of coffee. Her pencil is always correcting mistakes and writing better passages. ‘She is a writer’ he thinks, notebooks upon notebooks lay in her apartment. Ranging in color and in size he watches her pick out a few and start to read before reaching for a pencil and correcting. He wants to know her name, but they are so far apart yet so close to each other.

She watches as he moves across the window, cleaning and cooking. He likes to prance around his house with his shirt off, his fingers jittery and his mind filled with music. She thinks he is a musician by trade, sitting in front of the piano playing a few bars then writing them down on a score sheet, or any other paper he can find. She sees him at the music store that one of her friends works at, looking at pianos, and humming softly to himself. She sees him buy music sheets in bulk and he always comes back the next week at the same time to buy the same amount. She sees him, she can touch him, but she doesn’t know him, and she doesn’t know how to get to know him.

They both get invited to the apartment block party held by the old man two floors down from him. He knows when he sees the flowery invitation in her hands the day after he helped make them. He has his own, sitting on the bench he has next to his window. The flowery-ness has him gagging but in her hands it makes her look even more beautiful as she opens the envelope and reads the invitation that the old man made him write his name on. He hopes that she is going because he didn’t want it to be like last time, when the old ladies started to touch him.

She sees him making these invitations. She sees his invitation on the bench near his window. She sees him looking that the invitation in disgust. She laughs just when he laughs but stops just to hear the sound of his laughter. She smiles and closes her eyes to take in the sounds; the rich sound of the deep laughter is beautiful with the bird chirping in Central Park. She wants to spend time with him, just talking, laughing and sighing into a content silence.

He comes to the party ahead of time, only because he is helping with some of the food. He stands with gray slacks and a royal blue button down shirt that has its first few buttons undone showing off his collarbones, and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Making strawberry tarts and mixing gins and tonics he smiles when guest start arriving. The older generation comes first, because they have an early bed time then you kids, jokes the old man. Well-dressed men walk in with women attached to their arms. And the party only starts when his neighbors that are his age start to arrive.

All time stops for both of them, when she walks in wearing a lavender sundress, her hair down framing her face. They know each other, they know their emotions and they know the other’s lives. The know so much about the other but they don’t even know their name.

He walks towards her, and holds out his hand, she takes it, her eyes looking into his.

“Glad to finally meet you,” He says bowing slightly.

“Me too.” She replies her head tilting in recognition of the bow.

“I don’t know your name.,” he states.

“Neither do I”

He smiles. “Then I guess we have to learn each others name.”

She smiles back. “I guess we do”

A/n: This is a story that was stuck in my head since last night and i couldn't get it out of my head... and my sister edited it so hopefully there is no grammar mistakes... if there are please tell me

Touching the Sky ~Chapter 3~

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 01:11:32 GMT

Title: Touching the Sky
Author: asianchik92
Genre: Angst, Fluff, my failed attempt at Humor, Highschool!fic
Characters: Changmin-centric, Jaesu, and i guess 2U..
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own them, i own the plot.. and i really wish i could have gone to the third concert... T.T

Summary: Changmin is a freshmen (9th grader) in school. Quiet introvert, never bringing much attention to himself, older brother, responsible, and always trying to not cause trouble. Parents argue, violence increases at home and Changmin gets quieter at school. Never looking forward to going home, always going home late, and trying to get by life a minute by minute. He forgot what he had as a small child, he forgot the thrill of dreaming of hugging someone and always looking forward and always trying to touch the sky.

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Previous: Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2,

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Chapter 3

He abruptly turned the corner and ran into something; he looked up in something akin to horror.

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    Changmin's heart thumped wildly, his eyes wide for a second before looking down at the ground. His voice soft, apologetic, scared "I'm sorry,"

    He scrambled up to face the person. Almost flying forward when he tripped over his own feet. Changmin flew into the person in front of him, the bottle of bleach and come of the chocopies landed neatly beside them. Changmin heard a groan and winced.

    "I'm Sorry! I'm Sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Changmin repeated over and over again. He looked at the Choco-Pies and moved to pick one up when the person picked it up and handed it to him.

    Changmin looked into his eyes for the first time. Beautiful black orbs, shocking blonde hair.

    "No problem, though you seem to be having some trouble with that," The person said smiling. Changmin bowed slightly, and started to move away. He stopped abruptly when a hand landed on his arm.

    "Is that going to be your breakfast?" He pointed to the Choco pies in Changmin's hands.

    “Yeah, I'm going to eat all these Choco pies and wash them down with bleach. It is one fantastic breakfast." Changmin bit his tongue.

    What was wrong with him? Twice in the last two days he let his tongue slip and say what he was thinking. The first time was brushed off but they were his classmates. This man in front of him didn't seem the type to joke around like that.

    The person held a cold looking and beautiful face. 'Though' Changmin thought ‘I doubt he would like being called beautiful, more like handsome’

    He watched quietly the man laughed his small hand covering his mouth as he laughed, his eyes scrunching up.

    "Would you like a real breakfast Choco-boy?" he said in between laughs.

    "My name is Changmin," Changmin said in a small voice.


    "What did you say? Can you speak a little louder?" the man said smiling and leaning closer to hear better.

    "My name is Changmin... and sure..." Changmin said louder, his voice quivering.

    "Changmin? I like Minnie, so Minnie-ah you want to go and eat breakfast with me?" He said, grinning widely.

    "Oh and by the way," He held out his hand to Changmin, "I'm Jaejoong, Kim Jaejoong."

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    Sunlight shined in hitting his eyelids, groaning Junsu turned the other way his leg and hand being thrown on to the other side of the bed. His faced scrunched up as his hand moved to feel the other side of the bed.

    It was warm and dimpled, as if someone had slept beside him before he woke up. Junsu shielded his eyes as he peaked his eyes open to look next to him. The bed next to him held Yoochun who was sleeping like a log and snoring like a train. Looking next to him, Junsu sniffed the sheets, a familiar cologne was on it and the blankets beside him were moved in a certain way that he knew someone had been in his bed last night.

    Stealing a glance as Yoochun He buried his head in the pillow where the other person had laid their head. Breathing in he could smell the distinct cologne and the shampoo. He had always wanted to run a hand through that hair; but, Junsu was shy and he knew that.

    Junsu stood up silently, even though he could walk through his room stomping and Yoochun still wouldn't wake up, and walked over to the adjacent bathroom.

    Stepping in he lock the door and placed his hands on either side of the sink and breathed in deeply. Glancing at himself in the mirror before looking away, disgusted. He stood half naked, wearing a pair of sweats, and his hair spiked in different directions that still looked good in anyone else's eyes.

    He turned off the light and brushed his teeth is complete darkness. When he finished he walked back into the bedroom. The clock in the corner glared in a bright neon green light 6:50AM. Sighing he walked out of the bedroom.

    Junsu walked down the spiral stairs and looked out the window that reached up to the second floor (A/N: see Full House the drama, it is in the house) He when he got down to the first floor he took a couple of steps before he smelt something close to Gaeran tost-u (egg toast) and heard sizzling sound.

    When he walked into the kitchen he saw a figure sitting on the barstools that Jaejoong had placed near the counter. And he saw Jaejoong working the stove like a pro.

    "Yah! Junsu put a shirt on!" Jaejoong said, the figure turned around and Junsu turned a bright red color. "We have a guest" Jaejoong hissed between his teeth.

    "Junsu-sunbae..." The figure said with hesitation in his voice.

    "Changmin!" Junsu said his eyes becoming round. "What are you doing here?"

    "He is here for breakfast and you were just leaving to put on a shirt, right?" Jaejoong intercepted the last word sounding strained.

    Junsu looked at Jaejoong for about a minute, before he realised that a light shade of red was starting to creep up Jaejoong's neck, "No need to be embaressed Jaejoong-ah, i was just going." Junsu said turning on his heel and going up the stair taking two at a time.

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    Jaejoong looked down the moment after Junsu left. Changmin sat quietly watching every move that Jaejoong did. Jaejoongs hands started to tremble every so slightly.

    "He makes you nervous," Changmin said his voice little above a whisper.

    BANG! Jaejoong's hand sliped and the skillet hit the stove heavily.

    "What?! No! I'm not nervous around him, he lives with me and I've never felt anything other than friendship to him, I am not in love with him!" Jaejoong said in one breath, as he got a hold of the skillet again.

    Changmin stared at Jaejoong for a minute, "I never said anything about you being in love with him." Changmin's eyes narrowed.

    After years of being yelled at, beaten, and being told to be quiet because it was for his own good, Changmin started to become extremely observant to the point he knew when his father would come home and yell and throw things to mundane things or like when his sisters would come home sad about something or another.

    Changmin had practice, the hard way, on having to read people. But this time he was dead on, trembling hands, avoiding eye contact, turning red, and at the same time being a slight bit mean.

    Jaejoong shoved a plate in front of Changmin and placed a plate in front of Junsu who came back after putting on one a shirt.

    Sitting down Jaejoong took a deep breath; Changmin knew what he was going to ask.

    "Why were you running?" Jaejoong asked reaching over the table for a napkin and handing it over to Junsu. Changmin didn't answer his eyes looking keenly at the blue-bordered plate, running his fingers over it. The blue line branched into two. He too had two decisions, tell the truth to his classmate, or lie.

    One of the lines continued getting darker and stronger, the other thinned and broke like glass at the end. But which one was which, he couldn't tell?

    Changmin shook his head and stood up, the plate completely clean. Bowed and grabbed his bag filled with the Choco-pies and the bottle of bleach.

    "Thank you for the breakfast Kim-shii," Changmin said quietly. Jaejoong stood up placed a hand on his shoulder.

    "You can come by anytime you know that? And call me Jaejoong, Kim-shii makes me feel old." Jaejoong said his smile gentle.

    Junsu grinned from his seat at the counter. "He's a year older than me Changmin,"

    "You have to go somewhere?" Jaejoong asked his smile still there. Changmin nodded slowly, why were there people that wanted to help him so much now? And they all seemed to know Junsu.

    His soft footsteps echoed as he left. Jaejoong walked him to the door telling him the usual things, like no running and don't talk to strangers. Changmin merely looked down, that was what his mother used to tell him before everything started, before she left him.

    The thought hit him hard, how was he going to explain this to his hung-over father?

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    Jaejoong turned to Junsu before throwing a small cloth at him.

    "Those are not only for you!" Taking the plate away from Junsu's small hands, who pouted in return.

    "Why did you let him go home?" Junsu asked his brown eyes curious.

    Jaejoong sighed and sat down his hands tracing the pattern in the black marble. "I don't know," His voice uncertain slightly quivering. "Yunho called me, you know that? Changmin stole those things right in front of Yunho." Jaejoongs eyes refused to look at Junsu.

    "I'd don't want him to become like me, Junsu, I don't want him to be like me." Jaejoong's hair covered his eyes. Junsu's hands reached out and held Jaejoong's hand still. No words were spoken as both of them sat holding each other’s hands.

    Five minutes changed to ten, to 15 to 20 minutes and no word were spoken the only sounds were the shallow breaths of both of them.

    Jaejoong finally looked up, his eyes red from remembering the life he was in before, "At least I kept his mind off of that for a bit,"

Junsu didn't say anything both squeeze his hands a slight bit.

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A/N: unbetaed again... critique wanted as well as comments. I'm really sorry for not updateing sooner but exams got in the way.. but now it is summer! so im going to try and update faster...

The third concert helped me procastinate a bit from posting this... but really the third concert was like amazing! best concert they have had so far.

I think my next update should be middle of june-ish.... ^_^

Fic: Touching the Sky ~Chapter 2~

Tue, 14 Apr 2009 22:52:40 GMT

Title: Touching the Sky
Author: asianchik92
Genre: angst? fluff? friendship? highschool!fic
Characters: Changmin-centric, I'm thinking about putting some pairing but I'm not sure yet...
Rating: PG-13 (some stuff can be graphic and i don't want to be responsible... though i think most everyone is older than 13)
Disclaimer: I don't own them i merely admire their music, and the way they look, and act, and other things too...

Summary: Changmin is a freshmen (9th grader) in school. Quiet introvert, never bringing much attention to himself, older brother, responsible, and always trying to not cause trouble. Parents argue, violence increases at home and Changmin gets quieter at school. Never looking forward to going home, always going home late, and trying to get by life a minute by minute. He forgot what he had as a small child, he forgot the thrill of dreaming of hugging someone and always looking forward and always trying to touch the sky.

Previous: Prologue, Chapter 1,

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Chapter 2

     "You flithy bitch!" The voice rang through the small house, the voice leaked of alcohol. A door banged heavy footsteps followed. The arguments continued getting closer together, everything that happened always seemed to end up in an argument.

      Changmin sat in his room, unwilling to get out and face the monster in the living room. His face twisted in grimaces every time there was a bang or a thud. he would have to be cleaning up that once the yelling calmed down. A shudder ran through his spine when he remember the last time he tried to clean up. A hand unconsciously went up to to touch his upper left arm. A scar long, thin and discolored lay there under the t-shirt he was wearing.

     He remembered how it got there, even remembered who gave it to him. He remembered the refusal of his father to send him to the hospital, he even remembered the cries, desperate pleading for his father to stop. Changmin's eyes closed he could smell the stench of alcohol again, he could remember the dull sound of a glass beer bottle hitting the ground, the blood roaring in his ears, the searing pain he felt all through his arm.

     The scar now only reminded him that he was weak and that he couldn't stand up for anyone, he couldn't even stand up to the monster that he dared to call his father. His sisters that day had dragged him into their room and clean the cut while the other clutched on to him, tears wetting his shirt. When he reached up to touch his face, out of curiosity, on whether or not his face was damp with tears as his sisters were.

     It wasn't, that was when he resolved that he would protect both of his sisters from his father, even if it meant beatings and yellings he would take it. Not that it changed much, before he would get yelled at just because his mother would give up in trying to fight back. Now he would purposefully divert the yelling to himself.

     The night wore on, Changmin studying and doing homework to the constant sound track of yelling and crying. His eyes dry, his mind and body numb as he worked through his school work.

     The next day Changmin woke up to see both of his sisters cuddling up close to him on his bed the pillow that one of them slept on was damp. He reached over and ran a hand over her head. "Chung Cha..." he turned and saw his other sister, "Hana..."

     Chung-Cha stirred, her eyes opening slowly, lined with red and puffy from crying.

     "Oppa..." her voice coming out desperate, he cuddles closer to Changmin her face pressed to Changmin's chest.

     "What happened?" Changmin asked his voice soft as he tried not to wake Hana. Chung-Cha merely shook her head as more tears flowed from her eyes. Changmin could feel his shirt getting damp. He wrapped his hands around the crying, trembling girl. Changmin could only imagine how the twelve year old dealt with the yelling. He had heard that she was always happy looking, looking carefree all the time. He wished he could be like that, always being able to smile, always able to reach up and see positive. But his family had drained it out of him, taking care of his two sisters, pulling his mother away to calm her down and cleaning up after a drunken fight that his father might have had.

     Changmin gently moved Chung-Cha-- who had fallen asleep by then-- to a pillow and tiptoed out of his room, closing the door quietly. He looked out into the living room. Only to pull back a bit.

     His father, lay, in the middle of the room. Many bottles of beer and soju littered the floor. There was no way that Changmin was going to get to the kitchen without waking him up. Changmin took a deep breath and took a step.

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    Junsu lay on his bed, throwing a ball at the ceiling. Yoochun looked over, questioningly.

     "Something happen?" His voice echoed in the small room they were in.

     "I don't know..." Junsu trailed off before continuing, "Changmin, Shim Changmin... Don't you find it odd that a boy his age has barely any friends and goes home really late?"

     Yoochun looked at him, "You followed him didn't you."

     Junsu looked at him straight in the eye. "The boys home, doesn't feel like a home..." Yoochun looked at him not believing.

     "I'm serious Chunnie, I followed him there and stood outside his door," Junsu shuddered "I heard things that hurt me and the voices weren't even talking about me."

     "What were they saying?" Yoochun asked in a calm voice that had an icy edge to it.

     Junsu related what he heard to Yoochun, When he was finished Yoochun mouth hung open and cold anger simmered in his eyes. He hadn't heard people talking like that since he lived in America, and those people were his neighbors. Junsu just stared back at the ceiling.

     Throwing the ball harder in anger he stopped when a pale hand reached out and caught the ball easily. The pale arm was attached to a pale man, with bright blonde hair a smirk painted on to his beautiful face.

     "Jaejoong," Junsu said his voice even and straight to the point. The blonde man smiled before handing the ball back to Junsu who scowled at him.

      "So have you guys met him yet?" asked Jaejoong back to smirking again.

      Yoochun rolled his eyes, "Yes we have, and Junsu's getting all riled up from actually hearing his father."

     Jaejoong contemplated for a minute, "We have to try, she told us to at least try and help him..."

     "And why couldn't she come and help him herself?" A voice from behind him said with slight annoyance.

     Jaejoong turned then rolled his eyes, "Because Yunho, she is known as dead to him and his family."

     Junsu sat up the ball rolling on the other side of the room. Yoochun sighed and looked back at the book that he was holding, as Jaejoong sat down next to Junsu. Jaejoong placed a hand on Junsu thigh caressing it softly.

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    Changmin walked as quietly as he could around the sleeping man. His socked feet dragging slightly on the wooden floor. His breath shallow not wanting to make any noise. There was a soft humming noise of the fridge in the kitchen, the water dripping slowly out of the faucet that needed replacement. He continued to tip toe his way to the kitchen that held some of the cleaning supplies.

     He found a bottle of bleach almost empty, holding it above a bucket of water a small drop came out of it. Sighing he tiptoed back to his room and took out his wallet, he hadn't gone to work in the last few days, and now he was running out of money.

     Grabbing a few won he put on a sweatshirt and left the house, locking the door behind him. Pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt over his eyes he looked down and started to walk towards to grocery store that was two blocks away from his house. The street looked ominous, the small street lights did nothing to ease the shadows away.

     Shadows that seemed to come into Changmin's life everyday and take the ones that he loved away from him. First her, then his father -- who he couldn't recognize anymore and and now was threatening to take away his sanity too.

     When he looked back up he realized that he was in the grocery store standing in front of the bleach and cleaning supplies. He sighed again, he had made this trip so many times that his body knew exactly where to go even if his mind wasn't on the same page.

     He quietly reached for the bleach closest to him, and the cheapest. Looking down at the amount of money he had; he cursed under his breath, he only had a few won and twenty-five cents in his wallet, two won short. He shook his head, his hand running through hair ruffling it a few times, in frustration.

     Changmin looked down at the bleach, 'One time can't hurt right?' He smiled ruefully. Before when everything was alright between his father and his mother he would've been okay with going back home and getting more money, but with the man sleeping on the floor he wouldn't be able to go and come back.

     'Might as well get more while am at it,' He thought. His own thoughts disgusted him, this was below him, this was against his values, this just was not him.

     He put on a pair of sunglasses and pulled up his hood, Standing in the isle he walked over to the cashier, right as he reached there he turned around as if he forgot something. The cashier looked up and turned around to get one of the coupons that was on the wall.

     Changmin saw the opportunity and seized it. He sprinted out of the store, In his hands were the bleach bottle and some choco-pies. His heart pounded, adrenaline pumped through his veins as he ran down the street and turned the corner. Running down the road that seemed to go on forever. He abruptly turned the corner and ran into something, he looked up in something akin to horror.

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a/n: I feel really bad..... i thought i could update this in November..... but school.. exams.... scary homework that makes no sense.....><.... my teachers are trying to my and my friends.... but the school year is almost over for me.... (We get out in May... but exams are the first week of June...><)

Also this is completely unbetaed.... cause i didn't want to aggravate or irritate unni with my horrible grammar, so If you see anything that makes no sense what so ever please tell me.....

the story is bad... i know..... but comments are very much appreciated... ^_^

Muahaha, about me.... ^_^

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:45:19 GMT

About me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^_^

I stole this from brilliessence XDDDD and i over use emoticons.... ><

o1. Name: Manasa
o2. Birthday: 12/7
o3. Age:  16
o4. Where do you live: U.S.A.
o5: What are you studying/What are you working as: ~~school..~~ ehh not really anything....
o6. What makes you happy: any type of good music and good stories, and TVXQ
o7. What are you listening to now/have listened to last:   "Nobody Knows" by: TVXQ
o8. What is particularly good/bad about my LJ: Well i started a story never actually got to post the second chapter.. which is sitting on my desktop... ><
o9. An interesting fact about you:   I dance, all sorts of dance.. traditional, hip hop, jazz, anything but breakdancing.. ><
10. Are you in love/have a crush at the moment: ~~well, if you count certain people like TVXQ...~~NO, not really...XD
11. Favorite place to be: Tennis Club, school ~~for friends not for work... ><~~
12. Favorite lyric: "In the old days, they used to write poems with quills (feather pens). I wonder if they hoped their thoughts in the words to soar to the sky?"
13. Best time of the year: Spring and Summer
15. Weirdest food you like: Those little nutty things people put in indian food.. I only know what it is called in my language... Chana Dal ~~fried though only fried~~

RECOMMEND
o1. A film: Taken ~~AWESOME MOVIE, THOUGH A LITTLE SLOW IN THE BEGINNING...~~
o2. A book: A Table by the Window by: Lawana Blackwell
o3. A song: Trinity Cross by: 水樹奈々
o4: A band: Big Bang, Epik High, Nana Mizuki, Ayumi Hamasaki, Super Junior, 비, Hyori.. the list goes on... XDD

FANDOM
o1. Favorite Fandom: DBSK
o2. OTP/OT3: YooMin, and JaeMin Cause i love Min!

PLUS
o1. One thing you like about me: You are an incredibal writer and very funny ~~from the few times i have talked to you... >< i have to talk to you more.... ><~~
o2. Two things you like about yourself: ... I can talk my way out of anything? I don't know.. but I'm a huge procastinator.. (one of the reasons why im doing this instead of studing... XDD
o3. Put this in your lj so I can tell you what I think of you? PLEASE DO SO I CAN KNOW PEOPLE ACTUALLY LISTEN TO ME SOMETIMES.... ><

I'm writing!!!! OMG i got my mojo back!!!

AHHHHH FACEBOOK.... >

Fri, 13 Mar 2009 01:56:57 GMT

OMG IM ASIAN... O.o

SO HOW ASIAN ARE YOU?
[X] Both of your parents are from Asia
[X] You use the term "Azn"
[X] You think DDR is fun
[X]You've watched lots of anime
[X BOYS OVER FLOWERS!!!!] You like Korean drama
[X CELLPHONE CHARMS!!!] You have stuff hanging on your phone
[X] Your parents want you to marry within your own race
[X] You drink lemon tea
X's so far: 8

[X sure?] You style your hair.
[X] You have a meebo/myspace/friendster/facebook
[X] You speak languages other than English
[X] Your parents are strict
[X] Your parents have high expectations of you
[X] You always get A's/B's on your report
[X] You do Chemistry/Biology/Physics/accounting
Accounting
[X] You know your multiplication table
[X does tennis count?] You play badminton or table tennis
[ ] You've seen the Asian version The Ring and/or The Grudge
X's so far: 17

[X] You own an Asian car (Honda,Toyota, etc)
[X] You're not the only child
[ ] You've gotten little red envelopes around February
[X] You know the difference between kung fu, karate and tae kwon do
[NO ASIAN GUYS ARE HAWT AS LONG AS THEY ARE POPSTARS XDDDDD] (If you're a girl)You prefer white guys over asian guys (If you're a guy)You prefer asian girls
[X] Your mother tries to bargain even though the product is already discounted
[X] You can do the Rubik's cube
[X] You play video games
X's so far: 23

[X] Every time you're going out, your parents ask you where you're going and what time you'll be home
[ ] You have karaoke at home
[X] You know BOA/Gazette/AyumiHamasaki/Gackt
[ ] You've been to a LAN more than 3 times
[X] You have incense sticks/moth balls in your house
[X] You own a gaming console
[X] You play a musical instrument
[X] You get nothing if you do well in school
X's so far: 29

[X] Your parents won't let you go out if you have school the next day
[X HELL YES! EPIK, TVXQ, SUJU... ETC] You have Asian Songs on your computer/iPod
[X] You don't like football
[X] You have a curfew
[X] You know what ulzzang/tb means
[ ] You know what purikura is
[X] You like bubble tea
[ ] Your parents bought you shoes many sizes too big so you can "grow into it" and wear it for years to come
[X] You've played Final Fantasy
[X] You believe in fortune cookies
X's so far: 37

[X] You get mostly "No"'s when you ask your parents for permission for something
[X] You've heard the song "Got rice?"
[ ] You have a tutor
[X] You've had Pocky/Yan Yan before
[X] When you seek for your mother's permission she replies "Ask your dad"
X's so far: 41

Total X's: 41
Multiply by 2
Your total: 82%

WOW IM 82% ASIAN.... AND I ACTUALLY AM.... I MUST BE TURNING AMERICAN XDDDDDDD

Fic Request!

Sat, 28 Feb 2009 04:25:22 GMT

Hi...

Im looking for a fic.. that i read a long time ago.. it was a oneshot (i think ><) It was when Changmin has an abusive father, and he starts to call the dorm that TVXQ lives in. And i think they yell at his father over the phone...

Or

anyother chaptered fic that you would like to recamend ^_^

Thank you so much in advanced

Touching the Sky ~Chapter 1~

Tue, 30 Dec 2008 21:03:20 GMT

Title: Touching the Sky ~Chapter 1~
Author: asianchik92
Genre: angst? fluff?
Characters: Changmin-centric, No real pairing yet.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,169
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I merely use them in my own fantasies and stories... XD
Summary: Changmin forgot how to reach for the sky.
A/N: atobekazuki betaed again..

Previous: Prologue,

    He remembered the first time that they came to school. The four of them-- all tall, though not nearly as tall as Changmin, all wearing their school uniforms, making them seem god-like. One of them had his hair dyed, a striking blonde which made everyone's head turn. Changmin merely glanced at them, noticed they were the "new kids" then went back to doing his own work.
    He had enough things to worry about, getting through school, going to the library in a desperate attempt to study for the upcoming test he had in math. His library, he liked to say, it was his. Always the only one in the back, having his books spread out on every single table, "one per subject" as the librarian liked to joke. He would laugh every time.
    It was the same joke every time, he was getting tired of it already, especially today, with people staring at him as the overweight librarian started to laugh, the sound echoing loudly in the domed room.
    Nodding shyly he tried to brush her off in the only way he knew how-- walking away.
    Unfortunately, it didn't work.
    Every single time he reached for something she would reach up and get it for him, all the while talking to him in what he could officially proclaim as librarianese. Going on and on Changmin felt suffocated, his face, though showing little emotion, showed irritation for the extremely talkative librarian, who he had zoned out five minutes ago.
    The whole act of going to the library, for Changmin, was to get some studying done. Whereas at home, he could do nothing but stare at the walls, waiting for his parents to stop yelling at each other.
    Silence, he craved, no yelling, screaming, or annoying librarianese. He continued to go about the library, getting books for projects, essays, even for the little thing called enjoyment.
    He was so immersed in the thought 'how am i going to shut this lady up' that he didn't realize the chatter had stopped. There was the constant hum of students using the computer for "other reasons". but other than that it was silent. He looked up at the beginning of the isle, seeing a guy, most likely a senior, or junior talking to the librarian excitedly.
    He looked back down at the two books he still had in his hands. Holding it up, he read the inside cover. He continued to read until a shadow blocked the light falling on the book.
    Looking up to see two of the new kids, one with short black hair, and the other with slightly spiked brown hair. He nodded a thanks before moving back to his book.
    One of them, the spiky brown haired one, tapped Changmin's shoulder, "My name is Junsu, Kim Junsu. I'm new here." Junsu said smiling. Changmin nodded before closing his book and getting up. He didn't say anything as he walked back to his stuff.
    Junsu voice reached him, 'Annoying' Changmin thought 'How can a boy our age have such a high voice?' He thought with disdain.

//Flashback//

    He remembered suddenly what his father had said the night before, yelling at his mother, "You! You, and your children can go to hell, That boy is like your daughters, high pitched voice! I'm surprised he isn't a girl!" Changmin remembered the stabbing pain he felt in his heart.
    He sat next to his two little sisters, holding them close to him. One of them was already in tears, while the other was dangerously close. He had to cook dinner for his sisters as they sat in silence in his room, every time there was a sound, the two of them jumped before bursting into tears again, all the while as Changmin held his face with steely determination.

//End Flashback//

    With the two new kids following Changmin. Changmin sped up to lose them, but to no avail. He sighed as he picked up his books. Junsu stood next him, a grin reached ear to ear, Changmin just knew he was going to ask him for something.
    The short black haired boy beat him though, "Can you show us to our next class? We always get lost here, It is really big school." Changmin eyes widened for a fraction of a second, nobody talked to Changmin, let alone asked him to walk with them to their next class. His class already learned that Changmin doesn't talk, never talks and only talks when he needs to.
    Changmin hesitantly, after two seconds nodded his head. He looked at them before holding out his hand, "Schedule?" Both boys nodded and smiled, no grinned while Junsu dug into his binder to pull out a wrinkled schedule.
    Changmin stared at it, squinting to see the faded lettering on the paper. Sighing he handed it back to him, "I can't read this," He said, "What did you do? Throw it in the wash?" The last part flew out of his mouth before he could even realize it.
    Changmin inwardly hit himself.

//Flashback//

    "That boy doesn't know to behave! How can he talk! How dare he talk like that to my friends! You, filthy little creature! You taught him to disrespect me?!?" Changmin was six, his father's friends had come over, and they were all talking about something. Changmin had come in to get his bag, when one of the men called him over and asked him about what he wanted to be when he grew up. He had looked at him through his uneven almond shaped eyes before saying that he wanted to become a singer. His father's face flickered for an instant, and Changmin knew that that night would not be quiet.

//End Flashback//

    He had been taught to hold his tongue, only to speak when spoken to-- or get hit by his father, or get his mother hit. He waited to see if the new kid, Junsu, would get angry, would yell at him the way his father did.
    But instead he heard a deep laugh coming from the short black haired boy. Junsu pouted "Yoochun! Why are you laughing?" Yoochun looked at Junsu then at Changmin, and softened the volume of his laugh. His eyes met Changmin's guarded ones.
    "Nice one," He said as Changmin mind raced to catch up with the fact that he wasn't going to get yelled at for speaking his mind. Yoochun's hand flew across his shoulders pulling Changmin down a couple of inches. "You are now my partner in crime," Changmin looked at him in surprise from both getting pulled down and being a partner in something, "Well not exactly crime, more like see-how-much-we-can-annoy-Junsu."
    Changmin looked at him, his face not laughing or smiling, making Yoochun face falter. "Do you want me to show you to your class?" Changmin said as Yoochun took his hands down.
    Yoochun nodded, half-smiling. "Wait!" Junsu said quickly, "What's your name?"
    Changmin broke into a small smile, not friendly but merely polite "Shim Changmin, I'm a freshman."

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A/N: It's bad i know...basically i just had Changmin have some flashback to show what his father would say and introduce at least one of the four "new kids" Yoochun wasn't exactly introduced.. Junsu just said his name... ^_^... Comments! Onegaishimasu!!!! :bows:

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 00:58:03 GMT

Title: Touching the Sky
Author:asianchik92
Genre: angst? fluff?
Pairings: Changmin-centric, no other pairing...
Rating: G
Word Count: 613 small
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people, they are people and no one has the right to "own" people..
Summary: Changmin forgot how to reach for the sky.
A/N: Thank You atobekazuki for beta-ing this...

Changmin sighed as he heard yelling from his house, again. As of late, he had been coming home to a house that was almost always overturned and the yelling vulgar and obscene. He walked up the steps to the small porch in front of the house, pulling out his keys as he reached the door. Sliding it gently into the slot, he turned it over, unlocking the door with a slight click.
    He stepped into the house, hearing his fathers voice yelling at his mothers. Changmin pressed his lips together into a straight line, gritting his teeth together. Slipping off his shoes he distinctly heard the words 'divorce' and 'despicable' along with the littering of curse words and insults. As quietly as possible, he walked past the family room to his own room. Quickly shoving his bag in, he practically jumped in and locked the door behind him.
    His parents had been doing this a lot lately. Arguing then one of them leaves in the middle of the night, only to come back the next morning to initiate another argument.
    Changmin's mind flew to happier times, back when he was five, when he was able to hold onto his mother's and father's arms and swing, when he was able to make silly mistakes and be immediately forgiven. He remembered being pushed on the swing set high up, until he thought he could touch the sky.
    Those days were long past, but his mind couldn't help but remember the good times. His parents now argued about everything, from putting too much sugar in each others coffee to working too late. Changmin watched quietly, never one to interfere with his parents arguments. His head hurt from the yelling while his heart hurt from the insults that were aimed at least one of them, but sometimes included him.
    He cursed his luck, going through his first year in high school with his life a living hell. He could see his schedule: wake up to yelling, leave as the yelling continued, go to school in peace, come back to the yelling, and go to sleep as the yelling kept going.
    His classmates never bothered to ask why Changmin was always quiet, and timid. They never bothered to ask why he sat in silence most of the day, and only spoke when the teacher called on him. He never brought attention to himself, never talked back, was never the class clown, never the person that bullied people. He was a stoic personality, never showing any emotion that he thought was inappropriate for the situation.
    He never meant to show people his actual feelings, the feelings of not letting people in; of building walls to protect himself, walls that kept him separate from the world outside. Inside the walls though there were three people, as Changmin put it, Me, myself and I.
    He wore a facade to cover up sleepless nights spent listening to his parents arguing. He knew there was a crack that was too big to be ignored, but no one noticed, no one paid attention enough to notice the fractures on his mask.
    No one except the new kids at school, there was four of them, all upperclassmen. They noticed, they noticed all the little tiny cracks, all the breaks and all the jagged edges. They noticed dark circles, uneven eyes, straight mouth--when happy-- and even eyes, and uneven mouth when angry.
   They saw him, but not the facade he wanted them to see. They saw him as being a boy, a scared boy, trying to cover up everything. They saw him, like when he was five, reaching up and trying to touch the sky.

A/N: Apparently this might be a good chaptered fic.. said by one of the few people who have read this... so if you want me to continue sure ill continue if no reply... i guess i might no do it... ><

Midnight

Tue, 16 Dec 2008 20:02:09 GMT

Title: Midnight
Author: asianchik92
Pairing: Yoosu ( I thought more friendship but... ><)
Rating: PG
Genre: Fuff
Summary: Am i the only one out who sees this much light in this patch of midnight?
A/N: unbetaed!!!! let me know if there ar any grammatical mistakes... oh and this is a year before 2003.. still in trainee days

Yoochun looked out of the living room at the balcony. The birthday boy leaned against the metal railing, all of Seoul spread out in front of him. Wind blew in all directions in the altitude they were at. Looking at the clock he grimaced the clock read in bright neon green letters, 12:00 pm.
They had a schedule to do tomorrow. completely packed, n time for birthday celebrations just hurried happy birthdays and cards shoved into his hand.

Yoochun sighed it was never like that on his birthday. everyone stopped and threw him a party, took time to shove cake in his face, and make him stuff five pieces of cake in his abused stomach.

Junsu seemed to have no such luck, lately when his birthday cam around it would be meshed with Christmas, no cake in face, or five gigantic piece stuffed into his belly. Just eggnog and apple cider along with presents for both Christmas and his birthday.

Taking light steps he walked out into the balcony and leaned over the railing facing the living room. Junsu seemed to take no notice of him being there. Holding a glass of what it seemed to be either water or flat sprite. Taking Junsu's glass he placed it on the table that was now covered in a light dusting of snow.

Junsu didn't look at Yoochun even then. His face was angled to the moon, surrounded by a sea of black with clouds as giant ships cutting through the air easily. The moon light fell on Junsu's face, amplifying the paleness of his skin, and giving a mysterious tone to his face.

He wore a simple, thin, long sleeved shirt that must have been borrowed from Jaejoong, and a pair of dark blue jeans. Much too light of clothing for the weather outside. Yoochun himself was wearing two sweaters and a hat with the two ears hanging down.

Yoochun taking a deep breath and preparing himself to the cold removed his hat and placed it on Junsu's head pulling it down until is covered his eyes causing Junsu to start stuttering impatiently.

The light shone around them making Junsu look haunting beautiful, both in physical sense and in his soul.

"I wish i had a birthday..." Junsu muttered softly calling to Yoochun's attention. Yoochun looked at him with a blank stare.

"You have a birthday Junsu..."

"Not like that.. like and actual birthday party, where people celebrated MY birthday." Junsu turned moonlight light up half of his face while the other was plunged into darkness.

"Junsu we do celebrate your birthday at least all the trainees do..."

"Yoochun... " Junsu took a step forward and wrapped his hand around Yoochun's waist. Yoochun paused for a second then wrapped his arms around the smaller boy.

"We'll conquer the world, okay? then everyone will know and celebrate your birthday..." Yoochun said into Junsu's hair. Junsu pulled back far enough that he could see Yoochun's face.

Gently cupping it he nodded. Before releasing Yoochun, from his grip. Yoochun, however kept his grip on Junsu. In a swift motion he held Junsu still and landed a light peck on the cheek.

Junsu's eyes widened, before rolling his eyes and pushing him lightly. Yoochun's caramel voice filtered out a laugh. "That my birthday present to you, Happy 16th Birthday Su."

Midnight
Brian

Have you ever been beautiful?
not looks and lips
but something for souls
to sip on in the night air

The secret to it all is
Nothing' ever perfect
but it's still alright
cause you've seen beauty tonight

Autumn leaves are a grand finale
not ding reality
cause you saw the colors
just for tonight

Does it matter
you never knew love?
riding in a patch of midnight
against the tide's endless shove

They say what they say
but it all falls away
and nothing could matter
except how beautiful midnight can be

Did you ever see beauty one night?
Did the world waft away?
Or was I the only one out
that saw so much light in a patch of midnight?

here is my late happy birthday present and the poem was something i found in my schools Literary Magazine.. so it is not mine! i give credit to the author of this wonderful piece ^_^
It is bad i know.... my failed attempt at fluff

Tue, 04 Nov 2008 01:20:02 GMT

first off let me squeal... :Squeals: Number 1 by Big Bang is just plan amazing! My friend and i couldn't stop listening to it... ^_^ Got us in trouble in school.. (for squealing too much....[i think i had too much sugar this morning])

Happy Birthday TOP!!

And then cause tomorrow in the US it is election day i have no school.... ^_^ yay! but because of that i get a lot of emails.... with weird things like "FINALLY......error messages I can understand" with a whole bunch of little GIFs that i will most likely use... ^_^ but i would like to spread the joy around... ^_^

And Junsu and changmin for the heck of it... ^_^

hehehe ^_^

Ficlet: Holy Palmers Kiss

Fri, 17 Oct 2008 20:35:13 GMT

Title: Holy Palmers Kiss
Author: asianchik92
Pairing: Yoosu
Rating: G
Word Count: 261
Genre: Fluff
Disclaimer: I don't own them..
Summary: And palm to palm is holy palmers kiss

My eyes move silently to my right, Junsu, who is looking slightly dazed looks forward, past the interviewer's head. I wonder what he is thinking about.

I wonder if he is thinking about the songs that we were trying to make last night, which made no sense and had so tune to it.

Or if he is thinking about the stylist noonas that are always trying to get us in ridiculous outfits.

His eyes, those eyes, that seems to change ever time I look at him. His face, pink plump lips, that flows into a strong jaw, of the strong man that sits next to me. His face chiseled out of the softest of stone, perfected by the artist's tools. Painted on by the masters of painters, softly coloring in his cheeks in the softest pink when he blushes.

He laughs when the interviewer says something, I follow in suite, but I have no idea why we are laughing, I don't think Junsu does either. But right then he snaps out of the daze which made him stare past the interviewer's head. He looks straight at me before smiling and placing a soft hand on my thigh.

I place a hand on top of his, thankful that Changmin back hide the small show of affection. Junsu removed his hand before turning his palm up the the ceiling. I stare at it before smiling. We would do this through the walls of the dorm when the others were sleeping. Gently placing my hand on his I whisper.

Holy Palmers Kiss

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Fri, 17 Oct 2008 18:36:58 GMT

heyy ya... im asianchik92.. to the people ive already friended hi!!! I'm 16... and i don't know what else to say....

well i like writing and i like TVXQ... Big Bang... F.T. Island... and the Grace... I'm pretty much open to all kinds of music.. except for American country.... ><... I also like japanese artists like KAT-TUN.. utada hikaru... THSK (;P) and some chinese -- S.H.E. and others.... I am not japanese, nor chinese, nor korean but i like their stuff....

That is the type of music i like.. ^_^ Plus i like American music... specifically... Rihana, Beyonce, Ne-Yo, Pink, Kate Perry (only one song because it won't get out of my head) and others.... ^_^

Oneshot: Untitled

Sun, 05 Oct 2008 01:40:43 GMT

this is my first post ^_^ i hope you like it

Title: Untitled (i can't figure a name for it)
Author: ME! asianchik92
Pairing: Look! its a surprise!
Length: Oneshot
Rating: G
Genre: Angst i guess.. it is kinda sad..
Summary: 'Hyung, do you want to be my best man? In the wedding? Please?'

Yunho looked up from his hands; a sad smile graced his face. His dongseang was getting married looking his happiest. He stood behind him, remembering the day he had asked him to be his best man.

‘Hyung, do you want to be my best man? In the wedding? Please?’

Yunho could see joy in his eyes when he asked him that. The fact that he was getting married, to the woman he loved.

The music started he sees the door opening. A woman, beautiful in a white flowing long dress, walks down the aisle flower girls throwing rose petals before and after her. She is smiling and looking at the groom.

‘Hyung, I want to see her! I mean it is hours before the wedding! I want to know whether or not I’m doing the right thing!’

He had smiled and said there that he was doing the right thing. Yunho was genuinely happy for him he was happy that the person his dongseang loved; loved him back. He was happy, but his heart hurt.

The ceremony was over, Yunho was smiling to give him courage, he saw them say their vows, and kiss, exchange rings and hold hands. He saw them running down the aisle toward the car covered in streamers and letters.

Jung-Hye marries Changmin

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It is bad i know... it hasn't been edited either... so sorry!