Love is for the weak minded.

MOVING

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 18:33:53 GMT

Since the f-list of this journal has grown considerably in the past few months (thank you, guys! ♥) I thought that moving to a community might be more comfortable for everyone who wants to watch my wj (not to mention I'm getting quite tired of logging in and out all the time).

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Please feel free to join/watch. :) I de-friended everyone on this journal, but I'm not going to delete anything.

I've been so work-safe lately. :|

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 11:26:01 GMT

Battle — Lio/Ryu — R — 188 words

It's the third time this month that Lio ends up on the floor after rolling out of his bunk, and he's getting quite tired of it (not to mention that the possibility of breaking his neck in such an embarrassing manner one of these days is not a very appealing thought). He spends a few minutes sitting on the floor, contemplating his situation, and in the end, he tells himself that Kihyun is too freaking big and Chris has too many plushies and this is why he is basically forced to squeeze in with Ryu, who is skinny and mostly still in his sleep, curled on his side with his lips slightly parted like an invitation. Really, Ryu is the logical choice and Lio is nothing if not a linear thinker.

The fact that Ryu gives the best head ever and never bitches if Lio comes too fast or too hard or without warning with his fingers tight in Ryu's hair, twirling and tugging and pulling until Ryu moans around him deliciously and presses his hips into the mattress—well, that is just a nice plus.

Super Junior — Han Geng/Kyuhyun(/Heechul) — R — 230 words

Han Geng can't quite comprehend how a conversation that started with a simple, 'Hyung, could I have a few words with you? In private?' turned into this in the blink of an eye. Come to think of it, thinking would probably be a smoother task if he had any blood left in the general area of his brain. All he seems capable of, though, is repeating Kyuhyun's name and trying not to clutch at Kyuhyun's shoulders too hard, using the wall as support instead. They have an interview in less than twenty minutes and Han Geng knows for a fact that the rest of the group—along with the managers and stylists and staff—are only a thin wall away, and it's such a fucking turn on; all the adrenaline and Kyuhyun's mouth hot and wet around his cock making him light-headed and achy and wanting more, it's no wonder he doesn't last.

"What the hell," Han Geng says when he catches his breath, eyes narrowing as Kyuhyun licks his lips and smirks up at him. "What if we- They- That was really too much."

"Maybe," Kyuhyun drawls, still smirking, still looking as satisfied with himself as ever. "However, I'm more afraid of Heechul-hyung than you or the Chinese public. Please do call him and let him know you got his message."

Ryuusei no Kizuna — Nino/Ryo/Erika — PG-13 — 552 words
omg stfu i know they are probably not even shooting the first episode. ;__; asdfghjkl give me this drama nao, japan.

Nino and Erika hit it off beautifully—so beautifully, in fact, that Ryo needs a few days spent on set listening to them to even start seeing through some of the wickedly wrapped insults they throw at each other. Actually, Ryo is not even sure they are insults at all, but there is always something intense in the way they would address each other, something playful and challenging that would make even a simple 'good morning' sound like a promise and an invitation wrapped in a declaration of war.

Two weeks into the shooting, Ryo decides he wants in on the fun if only to protect his reputation as the resident snarky bitch of the Jimusho, and makes it a habit to stick to them in breaks whenever he can.

"Did you know," Erika says casually, swirling her tea around in its tiny plastic cup, "that coffee stunts growth?"

Nino blinks at her, wide-eyed in a really fake manner, then down at his coffee, then back at her again. "Ahhh, I see. So you decided to quit. I wonder, did the decision come too late?"

Ryo snorts and can't quite decide where to look; at Erika's pretty eyes narrowing in irritation or the smirk of triumph blooming on Nino's face.

"Did you know," Erika says softly, fighting a grin, "that nicotine will make you impotent?"

Nino shrugs and takes a long, long drag on his cigarette before replying, "Lucky Oh-chan doesn't want brats, then. Hey, Toda-chan, did you know that sex is good for your health?"

"So, what? In the end, it all balances out?" Erika finishes for him.

Nino pretends to examine his shoes shyly. "What can I say, health is an important factor in one's life. I work hard to protect mine." He peaks out from behind his bangs, and suddenly Ryo is all too aware of those infamous all-knowing eyes staring straight at him, along with Erika's. "Do you, Ryo-kun?"

Ryo swallows thickly, and he might even stutter something half-illegible about needing a touch-up before not-quite-running off in a random direction.

This is how it goes for a while, with the innuendos and them being directed at Ryo more often than not, until Ryo can't help blushing ten shades of scarlet whenever Pi asks about Erika or Jun tells him to watch out for Nino because God knows he's been acting all suspicious and smug lately.

How all this verbal foreplay is finally put into action is something Ryo truly wishes he remembered. There's a little staff get-together at a BBQ place, there is alcohol—lots—and then, sometime later, there are Erika's little hands under his shirt and Nino's wicked grin against the side of his neck and the sharp wood of the frame of his very own front door pressing between his shoulder blades as someone pushes him against it.

Ryo expected this to be a sexually frustrating job for various reasons, some of them being that Nino is known to tease but generally stick to his actual girlfriend (and Arashi if you can believe the urban legend), and everyone in the industry knows that Toda Erika does simply not put out.

Apparently, everyone in the industry is wrong.

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 07:59:37 GMT

For Clare, because I have no idea when or how this is going to be finished and I'd probably just delete it out of sheer frustration at some point, so there.

this is not a love song
Big Bang - T.O.P x G-Dragon x Seungri, PG-13, 1166 words, WIP

this is not a love song

i just feel that we are in the same room
but living two worlds apart
and it's causing too much pain
nlt - he said, she said

i.

Lies changes everything. It's the breakthrough they've been waiting for, what they've been working so hard towards all this time. Suddenly, they get not one invitation a week but ten in a day, and there are television shows and radio appearances and performances, and before they know it Jiyong is not that kid rapper but the next Big Thing of the Korean Wave. Their faces are everywhere in Seoul and it's all so unbelievable and amazing, their lives now a world full of glitter and bling and all night dancing.

Alright, no, not really.

Despite now having roughly half of South-Korea's female population cat-fight over him whenever he is forced to cut his way through the fans, life is still life and thus nowhere near perfect. There's the dorm question, for example. Seungri hates sleeping with Jiyong and he makes sure to say that out loud as often as he can. He says it when they are home and getting ready for bed, and when the reporters ask. He says it's because Jiyong kicks and clings and sleep-talks and steals the covers all the time.

None of that is true, of course. Jiyong sleeps like the dead; he doesn't move or make a sound once his head hit the pillow. Why he keeps indulging Seungri in interviews is a mystery to Seungri.

It's not even that he hates sleeping with Jiyong. Because if he thinks about it, Seungri doesn't really. It's fine. Way better than putting up with Youngbae's mumbling or Daesung's constant moving around.

So it's not that Seungri hates it, but sometimes he's not quite as fine with it as he would like to think so. Sometimes, when Jiyong is lying right there breathing down the neck of Seungri's t-shirt and Seungri can't roll away because he would fall off the bed, has to endure the warm breaths hitting the back of his neck in rhythmic little puffs, at those times, Seungri wishes he could have his own bed already.

Not because he hates Jiyong, but because if this goes on for much longer, he might come to hate himself.

-

Jiyong does his best to pretend he sleeps with Seungri because he is so very S and magnae's pain is a pleasure to him. But really, isn't he just the opposite? Composing and performing and practicing and dancing until he feels like falling on his face every single day are all nothing compared to the torture that awaits him every night. He used to think it would be good to have Seungri so close, but now he knows better. There's nothing worse than having something you want right there before your eyes when you don't have the permission to touch it. It's impossible to sleep with Seungri's hair right in his face and Seungri's back all but pressed up against his chest. He does his best to pretend, but Youngbae's been bitching about him looking exhausted and he's pretty sure hyung knows just from the way he would look at Jiyong sometimes.

Jiyong knows Tempo will wait, though. Wait for Jiyong to spill it all or get over himself. He's known the guy since he was thirteen, there's no way he's going to butt into Jiyong's business uninvited.

Except it's not just Jiyong's business now, is it?

-

He knows Jiyong hasn't been sleeping, and not only because his lyrics are that of a twelve year old's. He also knows it's because of the kid, which is worrisome. Seunghyun doesn't know Seungri enough to tell how he would react if Jiyong decided to tell or slipped up in some way, but he knows Jiyong enough to know he won't be able to just forget and move on.

Jiyong has always been a spoilt brat that way; he wants only what he can't have.

-

Seunghyun has been watching him. It's rather freaky, actually, because while Seungri knows him enough to know that the guy is a big softy inside, he still has that axe murderer glare on him. Also, this time, Seungri really has no idea what he's committed. He had the impression they were all getting to the point where they could be called a nice, tight group of friends instead of GDYB feat. Tempo and the newcomers.

Seunghyun's been watching him, though, and that must mean... something. Seungri doesn't know. He's too tired for this shit.

Jiyong is already asleep, thankfully turned on his side, facing the wall. Seungri has the sneaking suspicion he's wearing one of Seungri's t-shirts, though it's hard to tell in the dark. All of their clothes smell of the same fabric conditioner, which is a fact Seungri already knew. There is really no sane explanation for why he's sniffing at Jiyong's back, as if distinguishing the vague scents of soap and shampoo and cologne will answer the great questions of the universe.

There is no explanation, sane or not, for why he's fighting a semi, scooting back as far as he possibly can on the narrow bed in fear of touching Jiyong in any way.

-

"Remember that girl in your class in... eighth grade, was it? When you had that big crush?"

"Yeah? What about it?" From the corner of his eye, Jiyong can see Youngbae fiddle with his cellphone, typing random words and deleting them, starting over. Jiyong grins. "You--"

"No! No," Youngbae says, wide-eyed as he glances to the other side of the van where Seungri is sitting with Daesung.

"You sure are skittish," Jiyong says.

Youngbae shrugs and puts his head back where it was, on Jiyong's shoulder. "It's not me. It's... a friend."

"Oh," Jiyong says. Suddenly he has this feeling he often does with Youngbae, like he knows just where this is going. Youngbae can't fool anyone but especially not Jiyong, not when they've known each other for this long.

"Yeah," Youngbae says. "I just, I worry about him."

"You shouldn't," Jiyong says. "He knows what he's doing."

Youngbae snorts quietly. "Does he?"

-

They are drinking and watching the re-run of Prison Break when Daesung demands, "Is it that girl?" out of the blue.

"What girl?" Seunghyun mutters, carefully putting his makgeolli aside before Daesung says something that would make him spill the whole thing all over himself. Again.

"The one you've been thinking about?" Daesung says, then shrugs. "You tell me. You've been acting funny, hyung."

Seunghyun sighs. "There's no girl."

"Oh." Daesung says. He nods slowly to himself. "I was afraid of that."

"What?" Seunghyun asks, but Daesung is watching the action on the screen intently. "What?"

"Pay attention, hyung," Daesung murmurs, "or you'll miss all the clues."

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 00:02:48 GMT

Super Junior M, SHINee - Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Jonghyun, 500 words
Rated PG-13 for tentacles, sea monsters and Zhou Mi.
No, I can't quite believe I just wrote that, either.

OKAY SO THE PORNZ FAILED. D: MAYBE LATER. :|

~*~Happy Birthday, Tori!~*~ ♥

The SM Standard
Or Yet Another Time Kyuhyun is Molested in a Supernatural Manner

Kyuhyun watches Zhou Mi watch Jonghyun with growing trepidation. Zhou Mi has arms and legs loosely crossed as he sprawls in his chair, looking oh so bored with the world in general, but Kyuhyun can see him run his gaze over Jonghyun's body every few minutes in that certain way that usually means once we get home I'll [insert sexual act] you so hard, or occasionally bathroomsex now please.

Jonghyun sighs and fans himself with the sheets of lyrics they are studying (or in Kyuhyun's case, staring blankly at). "I'll get something to drink. Hyung? Gege?"

Kyuhyun shakes his head mutely.

Zhou Mi smiles. "No, thanks."

"'kay. I'll be right back," Jonghyun says, standing from the table.

They watch him amble out the door in silence.

"Why are you here again?" Kyuhyun hisses when he hears Jonghyun's sneakers squawk around the corner.

Zhou Mi shrugs. "What am I supposed to do in the dorm?"

"No, I mean, why are you in this country," Kyuhyun clarifies wretchedly.

"Oh." Zhou Mi grins at him, showing teeth. "How cold of you, Kui Xian."

Kyuhyun rolls his eyes. "Freak."

"Talking about me?"

Kyuhyun almost falls off his chair at the sound of Jonghyun's voice.

Zhou Mi smirks at him before replying; "Certainly not, Jonghyun-ah," in a velvety smooth voice.

Jonghyun grins back at Zhou Mi, offering him his cup of vending machine tea. "Sure you're not thirsty? This dry weather is pretty dangerous."

"Ah," Zhou Mi says, still smiling, eyes narrowed as he reaches for the plastic cup. "So you really are."

Kyuhyun blinks. "What?"

"Nice, gege. You're fast," Jonghyun tells Zhou Mi, his eyes alight...

... in a very literal sense.

Kyuhyun stares into slit pupils and doesn't shriek, but only because--as much as it pains him to admit it--he's sort of gotten used to being surrounded by a bunch of tentacle monsters pretty much twenty-four-seven.

"Tch, Kui Xian," Zhou Mi mutters in his ear bemusedly, and that is when Kyuhyun realizes the slimy tentacle sneaking around his waist. "Don't you know it's impolite to stare?"

"But," Kyuhyun says. "But."

Jonghyun tilts his head and smiles pleasantly, and Kyuhyun can't quite tear his gaze away from those fascinating yellow eyes. "What's the matter, hyung? Surprised?"

"You could say that," Kyuhyun mutters, wriggling in Zhou Mi's arm-- tentacles weakly. "Okay, so what are you, anyway?" And since when did being a magical creature of some sorts become the standard in this company?

"Obviously a sea serpent, silly," Zhou Mi replies before Jonghyun could open his mouth.

"Oh," Kyuhyun says. "Obviously. Pardon my dumb human ways."

"It's okay," Zhou Mi murmurs, stroking Kyuhyun's cheek with one slimy tentacle in what he probably thinks is a sweet, calming manner, but really, it's just kind of odd and a bit disgusting. "We like that naïveté about you. It makes everything so much more fun."

Wed, 10 Sep 2008 03:04:05 GMT

The Creative Method
SHINee/SJ--Taemin/Heechul
PG-13, 600 words
THIS IS DIRTY AND YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT. D: Please to send your hate and outrage in meiface's general direction. :(

"Taemin-ah," Heechul started pleasantly, in the exact same tone of voice he used on especially demanding directors, dance instructors, anti-fans, ex-girlfriends, band mates on some days (and on Hyukjae most of the time). "If you undo this and get out of my sight ASAP, there is a slight chance I won't wring your cute little neck."

Taemin winced, but--to his credit--got his act together relatively fast.

"You don't remember, hyung, do you," he accused, pouting.

"Remember what," Heechul deadpanned.

Taemin pouted harder, and despite his annoyance, Heechul couldn't look at those glossy pink lips and not think--

Fury. Darkness and despair. His thoughts, they were filled with them. Filled to the brim.

"You told me that 'little boys' were not your thing," Taemin said.

Heechul idly wondered if he'd been drunk when he'd said that.

"So," Taemin concluded with a shrug; "here I am."

"That you are," Heechul said slowly. "Now the only question is, on which planet do you reply to getting shot down by cross-dressing and then tying the person to a chair?"

"That, well..." Taemin bit his full bottom lip (not that Heechul was watching, or anything), his hands going for his pockets--which were, of course, missing, thus he ended up fiddling with the folds of his skirt, pulling the material up a generous inch and Heechul was still very pointedly not watching.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Taemin whispered, staring at his black Mary Janes with a pinched expression. "I know it was a stupid thing to do."

"Yah," Heechul started, kind of scared the kid would start bawling and possibly get him all snotty in the process. "It's not the end of the world. Just. What are you doing?"

"Huh?" Taemin blinked adorably. "Untying you?" he offered, tilting his head at Heechul in this certain way he had. "Easier access this way."

"Ugh. Okay, keep at it," Heechul got out.

He could do this. He so could. He was an actor. So what if Taemin was kind of straddling him and wearing a skirt and a wig and lip gloss and altogether looking like the hottest schoolgirlwhoisactuallyaboy Heechul's ever seen? When he gets his hands back, he's going to run them over those smooth thi--

Punch the kid in the face. Of course. He is totally going to do that.

"Hmm, this is a bit harder than I thought," Taemin murmured, and then he did this thing when he sort of wriggled in Heechul's lap and leaned his chin on Heechul's shoulder--possibly to see the knot, or possibly because he was a sly little bitch--and the ends of his shoulder-length wig--surprisingly soft--brushed against Heechul's cheek, and Heechul tried his best to stop breathing but he was woefully human and thus needed oxygen to function, and that is when, well, that is when he noted that Taemin was wearing perfume of the sparkly-angelic-spring-shower-pink-cherry-blossom-and-all-things-girly kind.

Heechul closed his eyes and said, at length; "I hope you do know I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be doing no body rolls for at least three days straight."

Taemin paused in his fiddling (because it really couldn't be called untying a knot), leaned back a bit, just far away so he could give Heechul his biggest, sweetest, most radiant smile. "That's quite alright, oppa. Oh, and you might call me Sohee."

Because //Wonder Boys//, you know?

Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:23:53 GMT

875 V. Random words of Big Bang, SHINee and a chosen few of SJ being retarded. Let's say PG-13 for my potty fingers.

The first rehearsal catches Seungri on an unfortunate morning. First, Jiyong shakes him awake at four-fucking-AM because he has a radio appearance at six and he can't find those green pants, you know, the ones you borrowed, don't give me that look, magnae, I know it was you. Seungri would ask why the fuck it even matters on radio, except he's too damn tired to even argue.

After retrieving Jiyong's fugly green pants (from Daesung's room--Seungri is going to kill him so hard one of these days, but maybe after he's done with his musical, just because it's good advertisement), he tries to crawl back in his room, only to spot Seunghyun in the kitchen. Seungri shudders and backtracks, watching in horror as Seunghyun cocks his head at the stove. He can just hear the wheels turning in hyung's head and no, no fucking way, they are not going to risk that, if only because Seungri would be the one to handle damage control and--

NO.

After the successful reheating of the Chinese leftovers from yesterday (and thank God hyung is such a pig because Seungri just really really really doesn't feel like cooking today), Seungri sees his CHANCE--

crushed when Jiyong magically materializes behind him, demanding coffee and promising darkness and despair if it's not on the table by the time he's done fixing his hair.

Seungri doesn't cry, but it's a close call.

Youngbae and Daesung show up together at some point, alternating between staring longingly at the fridge and giving Seungri the puppy eyes, and the rest is history. By the time he's done feeding his stupid, incapable group, Seungri barely has the time for a shower. He's putting on his shoes when the driver rings, and then off he goes, hungry and cranky and entirely not prepared for what awaits him in the dance studio--property of SM Entertainment, naturally. Shindong is one of those industry people everyone encounters from time to time and Seungri remembers having a half-assed backstage conversation with Jokwon last month, so it's really only the other two he can't place. Of course he knows who Sungmin is--who doesn't--and they've been listening to the Noona-song at home since it came out (Jiyong finds it annoyingly well-done), but he's never really talked to either of them.

-

"Hyung, could you do that... you know, the 'MORE MORE' thing?"

Seungri stares, bewildered.

Taemin stares back at him with his wide, sparkly manhwa-eyes, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Um. Hi. I'm Seungri. Nice to meet you," Seungri says awkwardly.

Taemin blinks. Grins. "Oh! HiI'mSHINee'smagnaeTaemin it's so nice to meet you! So, the 'MORE MORE' thing?"

Seungri shrugs and, albeit reluctantly, does what he thinks Taemin meant by 'the 'MORE MORE' thing'.

"Woah, cool!" Taemin exclaims, clapping and looking like an overdeveloped ten year old. "Isn't it cool, hyung?"

"Yup, cool," Sungmin agrees, before adapting a pouty expression with the speed and grace of the truly experienced. "You guys always go on Sukira," he accuses.

"Ugh. Sorry?" Seungri offers. "It's not like I have a say in these things."

"You should come on Chunji," Sungmin insists. "Sunny would be my slave for life if I managed to arrange that," he adds with a smirk.

Seungri blinks. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, nothing. Never mind." Sungmin waves a dismissing hand in the air, grinning brilliantly.

Seungri shudders and chalks it up to the A/C.

-

As much as Seungri loves being a YG kid, he has to admit that SM has its good points as well. The dance instructor is this nice noona who lets them decide on the breaks, the choreography is a joke and they even treat him to lunch. (It's good take-out Bulgogi, too!)

The remaining 4/5th of SHINee show up after lunch.

"Don't you guys have stuff to do?" Shindong asks them, grinning.

"Oh, what is that? So Hot?" Jonghyun asks excitedly. "Can we join in?"

"He knows the whole thing by heart," Key stage-whispers to Seungri.

"But only because he likes Yoobin-ah," Onew adds, rolling his eyes.

"Lies!" Jonghyun yelps, leaping on Onew's back with his arms around Onew's neck, squeezing. "Take it back!"

Onew shrieks and down they go like Heechul and Yangpa on Inkigayo.

"Is Leader alive?" Minho wonders aloud, contemplating the tangle of limbs on the floor with his head cocked to the side.

Onew makes a dying sort of noise barely audible over Jonghyun's cry of triumph.

"He's had worse, remember?" Key says diplomatically.

-

"Hyung, I'm not going home," Seungri tells Jiyong over the phone.

"What, are you joining Sparkly or whatever they are called?" Jiyong drawls sceptically.

"I might!" Seungri chirps.

"Very well," Jiyong says with a sniff. "Just go, traitorous vixen."

Seungri cackles and promptly hangs up on him.

-

Ten minutes later, Kangin calls Sungmin to tell him that that obnoxious brat Jiyong declared war against the whole of Super Junior for seducing his magnae.

"Tell Jiyong-ah we are not giving him back!" Sungmin replies cheerfully.

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 19:29:36 GMT

Because hoyah told me to re-post here. :(

SHINee | general | PG | 457 words

"I have an epiphany!" Jonghyun announced at breakfast, slamming a hand on the table way too close to Minho's glass of orange juice.

"Me, too," Key said, walking by with the laundry basket just then. "You still didn't collect your dirty laundry, did you."

Jonghyun scoffed and waved a dismissing hand at him. "Later."

"Now or else," Key said. For visual aid, he randomly picked a dirty sock from the basket and threw it at Jonghyun.

Jonghyun ducked, ending up half-sprawled on Taemin. "Ew, Mom," he whined.

Key glowered and waved his next choice of weapon--a pair of boxers--in the air threateningly.

Jonghyun sighed and picked himself up from Taemin's lap, pouting. "There will come a day when you learn to appreciate my genius. I warn you, though, it might be already too late then."

"Har de har har," Key said.

-

"As I said before I was interrupted, I had an epiphany," Jonghyun said, sitting cross-legged on his bed on a mountain of clothes.

"Oh?" Onew inquired.

"Yes," Jonghyun said. He sniffed at a t-shirt and grimaced, throwing it over his shoulder. "Now that we are all famous and popular--"

Onew snorted.

"--it's time we start acting like a real boy band," Jonghyun finished, pausing for effect.

Onew and Minho exchanged glances.

"What do you mean, hyung?" Taemin asked dutifully.

"What I mean is," Jonghyun said, giving everyone in the room his best intense stare. "What I mean is--Mom, are you listening?"

"Huh?" Key looked up from the jeans he was folding.

Jonghyun nodded, satisfied. "What I mean is, we should start working on this whole fanservice thing."

Onew blinked owlishly. "I'm not sure I know what you mean. I thought we were the innocent ones?"

Key and Jonghyun looked at each other and promptly burst out laughing.

"What, what?" Onew demanded.

"Jinki-hyung is so cute," Taemin told him sweetly.

"Or delusional," Minho added thoughtfully, yelping when Onew shoved him off the bed.

"You guys suck," Onew announced sulkily.

Jonghyun wriggled his eyebrows. "You want me to?"

"Oh my god," Onew said, paling.

"It's called innuendo, hyung," Key said knowledgably. "You might want to add it to your dictionary."

Onew sighed. "Alright, alright. So everyone's into the fanservice thing?"

The other four nodded in confirmation.

"It's the only way," Jonghyun explained with a shrug.

Onew rolled his eyes. "Alright, whatever. We'll see. But I'm not touching Taemin's ass," he announced with clear finality.

"Hey!" Taemin yelped. "What's wrong with my ass?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with his ass?" Minho asked.

When even Taemin looked at him weirdly, he shrugged and added, "I think it's a nice ass."

Taemin takes after his father. :(

Fri, 05 Sep 2008 00:21:18 GMT

Definitions (Who Needs Them?)
Big Bang; GD/T.O.P/Seungri
PG, 267 words
This is most definitely not one of the fics I've been writing. *scratches head*

He likes to call it a competitive streak (because it sounds so much better than insecurity, now doesn't it?), his constant need to show more than them, because somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows they are better than him. He also knows he writes better music than those two, that he has better people skills and he talks better and cooks better and draws better--there are so many things he is better at than those two.

But then they are rapping and he just has to put that extra force behind every word to be heard over hyung.

But then they are dancing and he just has to tug on magnae's clothes and get in his face to avoid looking like the girl getting chatted up on the dance floor.

And he has to claim Seungri's lap when they are watching TV and has to steal hyung's coffee at the breakfast table, just how he has to tie his favorite bandanna around Seunghyun's neck seconds before they go on stage and has to force Seungri into his favorite pair of jeans instead of the loose cargos Seungri is considering for the interview.

He has to pull all these stunts, because in the end it's just a way to show that he does care, not to mention his group needs to look perfect at all times next to all these mediocre boybands on the scene, and...

Well.

Let's call it a competitive streak with a side dish of affection.

(It sounds so much better than territorial instinct.)

It's a Start
YG Family, yo; Daesung, Gummy
PG, 536 words
This is a useless little thing I wrote ages ago. I don't even know. :/ SPOILERS FOR "LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE" NO I'M SRS.

She smiles encouragingly, her fingers already poised above the keys of the piano.

"You're not nervous, are you?" she asks.

He laughs and shakes his head, drags a hand through his hair. Nervous? No. Terrified is more like it.

She smiles again, that same easy, encouraging smile. "Let's get your voice warmed up, okay?"

She hits notes on the piano and he sings them as well as he can, stumbling over the easiest routines like a newborn, and when he can't go any higher or lower, he laughs, because it's still better than crying in frustration, embarrassment, pain or just the general unfairness of it all.

"I think that's quite enough for today," she says then, smiling gently.

He raises an eyebrow at her, not entirely sure whether to be chagrined or happy about getting off the hook for today. "That's all?" The words come out low and hoarse. He clears his throat and can't help wincing.

She just shrugs, her lips twitching suspiciously. "I think you just proved my point."

-

For their second session/lesson/whatever it's supposed to be, they go out for a movie. Daesung is not quite sure how that's supposed to improve his singing, but they end up watching Little Miss Sunshine, Daesung ends up paying and Gummy ends up crying a little bit here and there.

"Come on, it wasn't that sad," Daesung tells her on their way out. She sniffles and smiles through her tears and Daesung almost puts his arm around her shoulders, but then he remembers she is not a girlfriend but a noona and a sunbae at that. "Think of the funny parts," he says, hopefully not as awkwardly as it rings in his mind, and slides his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

"You know, I already saw this movie last week," Gummy confesses, staring at her sneakers as they walk. "I just thought you should see it, too."

"Let me guess." Daesung dimples at her. "So I could sympathize with the color-blind boy and realize how lucky I am to have the chance to make my dreams come true?"

"Ugh. Yeah, something like that." She laughs, dabbing at her puffy eyes with a tissue self-consciously. "Now that you said it, it does sound stupid."

Daesung grins. "At least you didn't associate me with the suicidal gay uncle. That's a relief," he adds mock-seriously.

Her laughter is delighted this time, blissfully free of tears, and Daesung realizes with a happy little jolt that he much prefers it that way.

-

"So, how was it?" Seungri demands as soon as he steps through the door.

Daesung pauses, half-way out of his jacket, to contemplate the question.

"I've had better," he decides, his eyes crinkling with his manic grin.

Seungri makes a face at him. "Come ooon, we want details!"

"No, you want details," Jiyong puts in as he wanders by, pulling his nose out of his notebook just long enough to whack Seungri over the head with it. "By the way, how was it?" he asks Daesung, ignoring Seungri's scowl and exaggerated whimpers.

Daesung smiles. "Okay, I guess."

Just a Flesh Wound [SHINee; Jonghyun x Onew, drabble]

Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:30:14 GMT

Just a Flesh Wound
SHINee; Jonghyun x Onew
PG, 311 words
Yes, I did just go Monty Python on you. Hah.

He squeezes Jinki's hand and thinks, maybe Jinki is trying just a little too hard, just hard enough that it hurts to watch him sometimes. Jonghyun knows Jinki wants to be the perfect everything--the perfect little brother for all the noona fans, the perfect leader, the perfect singer.

And that would be fine, except Jinki is most definitely not perfect. He's clumsy and goofy and not yet comfortable in his body, his limbs too long and his smiles too big for his face. Sometimes, he would sing with his heart in it, climb higher and higher until Jonghyun doesn't even know why they chose him to sing the lead, but then Jinki would pause for a millisecond, his voice would crack and waver on a note that could have been perfect if only he had some confidence behind it, and he would shrink back into himself with a sheepish smile. Promising to try again.

"I really did it this time, huh," Jinki says.

"I would hit you, except I don't think it would make you smarter," Jonghyun replies.

Jinki tries to disguise a sniffle as a snort of indignation against Jonghyun's shoulder, says, "It's not like I planned it, okay?"

"We could probably pass it off as part of the choreography," Jonghyun muses, light and amused and not at all aware of Jinki twisting his fingers between his own hard enough to hurt, or Jinki crying silently into his neck on and off, whimpering every time the driver steps on the breaks more violently than necessary, probably getting snot and tears and God only knows what else all over Jonghyun's costume, because if he allowed himself to acknowledge all of these, Jonghyun would probably break down crying, too.

It's been a long night and hell knows when it's going to end.

The one in which SuJu and SHINee are lost in a forest [SJ/SHINee crack, PG-13]

Wed, 03 Sep 2008 18:18:07 GMT

TITLE: The one in which SuJu and SHINee are lost in a forest
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM(S): Super Junior, SHINee
PAIRING(S): hints hints hints and. um. implications.
SUMMARY: *points at title*
WORD COUNT: 500
A/N: idek. D:

"Fuck this, I'm too famous to die," Heechul whined, for the third time in the past fifteen minutes.

Kangin growled something under his breath that sent Taemin hiding behind Jonghyun's back, whimpering about murderous intentions and how he hasn't even had his first kiss yet, he was too young for death.

Jonghyun glared at Kangin, patting Taemin's hair absently. "Hyung, you are taking all of our bling."

Kangin sputtered and started to say something, but then he was distracted by a piercing shriek from Heechul.

"WHAT," everyone but Heechul exclaimed.

"IT'S A KITTIE!" Heechul reported gleefully, crouching down by a bush nearby which he promptly started to coo at.

Everyone stared.

"Oh my god," Eeteuk said after a moment, pressing a hand against his chest to calm his madly racing heart.

Kangin patted him on the shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay, all it takes is a word from you and we can leave him here."

"Really?" Eeteuk asked in a tentative, hopeful sort of tone, then shook his head. "No, you know we can't. His Petals would stone us."

Kangin sighed. "True."

"Awww, isn't she adorable?" Heechul said, straightening with his arms full of wild cat.

"Um, hyung," Minho said. "I don't think that's a good idea. Wild cats are known to be. Um. Wild."

The cat promptly hissed and glared around the group suspiciously. It was a really ugly cat, big and bony with muddy brown fur. One of her ears looked torn.

Heechul sniffed. "I don't see your point." He looked at the bundle in his arms with a delighted expression. "You aren't wild, are you? Awww, look, I think she likes me! I think I'm going to name her Princess Rella. She can be the Teuk to Heebum's Kang."

"Fuck you, Kim," Kangin snapped, snorting when half of the group looked at him with big eyes. "Not you, guys."

"I think she fits hyung's personality," Eunhyuk muttered.

"Yah, what was that!" Heechul demanded.

Princess Rella hissed and lifted a paw in Eunhyuk's general direction.

"Wow, she's fierce," Yesung noted absently, before going back to his book.

"Nothing, hyung," Eunhyuk said, clutching at Sungmin's hand fearfully.

Sungmin rolled his eyes.

"Anyway," Shindong said. "Shouldn't we, like, try to find the staff or something? It's getting dark."

"We're not lost," Onew insisted a bit hysterically.

Everyone looked at him.

"It's okay, Leader," Key offered, throwing an arm around Onew's shoulders. "Of course we are not lost." 'I think he's in shock,' he mouthed to Jonghyun worriedly.

'Warm him up,' Jonghyun mouthed back, smirking as he did a few hand motions that made Taemin's already remarkable doe-eyes grow twice their size.

Key paled.

"I think," Kibum whispered to Sungmin, "we should have just pretended to speak Mandarin. Donghae was totally right. We could be clubbing in Beijing at the moment."

Sungmin sighed. "Why is he the stupid one again?"

Of Group Dynamics And The Dangers Of Literality [A'ST1 | Jungjin x Tomoki | PG-13]

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 00:08:41 GMT

TITLE: Of Group Dynamics And The Dangers Of Literality
RATING: PG-13
FANDOM: A'ST1
PAIRING: Jungjin x Tomoki
SUMMARY: When Jungjin had been told he would be placed in a group with a Korean, a Chinese and a Japanese trainee as their leader, he'd thought, 'Oh God', said, "Thank you very much for the opportunity, I'll work hard," and smiled smiled smiled.
WORD COUNT: 642
A/N: THIS IS RETARDED. I don't know all that much about these guys, I'm just making things up here ~~for the sake of boylovin', of course~~. D; Trufax: Tomo is half-Korean/half-Japanese, born and raised in Japan, thus bilingual. Trufax 2: The original members of the group were Haiming, Jangmoon, Tomo and Jungjin. Trufax 3: Tomo and Jungjin are the eldest and the 'official' umma/appa couple.

When Jungjin had been told he would be placed in a group with a Korean, a Chinese and a Japanese trainee as their leader, he'd thought, 'Oh God', said, "Thank you very much for the opportunity, I'll work hard," and smiled smiled smiled.

*

Their apartment wasn't so much a living space shared by four mature, capable teenage boys, but an honest-to-God zoo. 'Multinational' meant attractive foreigners in the market, their foreseeable selling point, but as far as Jungjin could tell, this bunch just resembled materialized chaos. Haiming was a nice enough guy as far as any of them could tell—the boy's grasp on the Korean language was minimal on his good days and all but nonexistent on the bad ones. Their vocal talent, Jangmoon, was a pale, shy kid with occasional bouts of homesickness. It wasn't that Jungjin didn't like him; he was just getting quite tired of having to play the comforting shoulder when he had plenty of problems of his own.

And then there was Tomo.

When they'd said there would be a Japanese kid in the group, they'd failed to mention he would be older than Jungjin and not so much Japanese as half-Korean with a near perfect grasp on the language. A pity, that, because Jungjin couldn't just mutter something obscene behind his back whenever Tomo decided he didn't have anything better to do than annoy the shit out of Jungjin. Jungjin was the official leader, alright, but wherever he went, wherever he looked, Tomo would be right there, bouncing on a sugar high and spouting ideas off the top of his head, buzzing with confidence and energy and, "Ne, ne, when are we debuting, Jinnie, neee~".

*

It came as no surprise to Jungjin, then, that one day, during a dance practice much like their usual dance practices, he just quite simply snapped.

"Look," he exclaimed with a hard shove to Tomoki's shoulder that sent him stumbling against the mirrored wall, "do you want to be the leader, Tomo? Huh? Do you?"

From the corner of his eye, Jungjin could see Jangmoon curl against a rather confused-looking Haiming's side, tugging the latter towards the door hurriedly. Jungjin felt bad for a moment; he hoped to God the kid wouldn't start the waterworks again.

"You are wrinkling my shirt," Tomo pointed out wryly. "It's new," he added.

Murder, Jungjin thought darkly, would be acceptable.

"Ne, Jinnie, you're too damn uptight for your age," Tomo said, patting Jungjin on the shoulder magnanimously. "Maybe you should relax more."

"Maybe I'll choke you in your sleep," Jungjin said. "Why are you so... So." Jungjin resisted the urge to bang his head into the mirror.

Tomo grinned, showing off about sixty neat, pearly white teeth and a pair of dimples. "I don't want to be leader," he said.

"Oh, bite me," Jungjin scoffed.

Tomo shrugged. "With pleasure."

Then he proceeded to do just that.

Jungjin gaped, the light, teasing pressure of teeth against the side of his neck barely registering in the back of his mind.

"I don't want to be leader," Tomo repeated, that annoying, husky tenor suspiciously amused in Jungjin's ear.

Jungjin blinked. Tomo was smirking at him in that knowing, superior, 'you know I'm hot shit, don't even try to pretend you haven't noticed' way of his that never failed to make Jungjin want to break something. The worst about the whole thing was; Tomo was quite easy on the eyes with a tall, solid Korean build and distinctly Japanese features, generous smiles and perfectly styled hair.

"But I'll take the co-captain post, thank you."

Worse than the fact that Tomo was hot was perhaps only the realization that Jungjin had noticed.

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 08:31:05 GMT

This is the one in which G-Dragon and Park Bom have had a shotgun marriage and from that, a daughter, whom they try to force on people whenever they are busy. Also, Seungri is sort of angsty, but sort of not really? asdfghjkl for procreational, because she is an obnoxious person. :,(

Seungri opened the door a crack, took one look at the person—hell, people—standing on his doorstep, and attempted to shut the door right in the offender's face. Attempted being the keyword here, as Jiyong had already managed to get a foot firmly planted between door and door frame.

"NO WAY HYUNG I AM NOT DOING IT," Seungri shrieked, frantically yanking on the doorknob. "WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME."

"BECAUSE I LOVE SEUNGRI THE BEST AND HAVE DAUNTLESS FAITH IN HIM," Jiyong shrieked back, attempting to shoulder his way into the apartment. "IT'S JUST FOR ONE EVENING."

"NO!"

"I'M LEAVING HER ON YOUR DOORSTEP!"

Seungri gasped. "YOU WOULDN'T!"

Sook chose that precise moment to giggle and exclaim, "SURIPPA!" with all the unflappable glee of a two year-old, waving her little arms in Seungri's general direction, demanding to be picked up.

Seungri paused in his efforts to either yank the door closed or break Jiyong's foot (but preferably both at the same time) and gave her a measuring once-over, taking in everything from her cute little designer sneakers up to the ridiculous little ponytail bobbing on the top of her head.

Seungri sighed.

"I hate you so goddamn much right now," he told Jiyong with honest feeling, before crouching down the scoop the little girl into his arms.

Jiyong grinned and promptly leaned in to peck Seungri on the cheek. "But I'll always love you best. I'll pick her up by eight, I promise. Thanks, you're the greatest!" He kissed Sook on the forehead as well and poked her nose with that retarded grin on his face he always adapted in close proximity of his daughter. "Bye, Sookie!"

Sook waved after her father from Seungri's arms as they watched him disappear around the corner.

"Huh," Seungri said. "But I'll always love you best," he mimicked, then rolled his eyes. "Your daddy is a bad, bad person, Sook."

Sook nodded her head seriously.

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surippa = slipper in Japengrish. Also a failed attempt at "Seungri oppa". I couldn't resist. D;

how could you go // right when i needed you

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 04:46:55 GMT

title: and counting
fandom: Super Junior M
pairing: Kyuhyun x Zhou Mi
rating: PG-13
word count: 858
a/n: For dear_whimsy. Because she sucks. :,(

10 points for the elbows and shoulders. 20 for one-armed hugs, 30 for proper ones. Handholding and casual pats on the thigh are worth between 30 and 40, depending on the time course and the situation it occurs in. (If it's live television, the 40 points are all but guaranteed.)

It's a good game. The fans are entertained as well, which, in the end, is always the #1 goal. As far as Kyuhyun is concerned, they are not doing anything that isn't already in the job description.

At least not in public, that is.

*

"Chinese girls are so pretty," Donghae is saying, or something equally banal, Kyuhyun doesn't even know. What he knows is that if Zhou Mi does not stop his ministrations right about now, Kyuhyun will be forced to either break every bone in his hand or fuck the shit out of him on Chinese national television.

"Right, Kui Xian?"

Kyuhyun blinks, managing to hold back his bark of laughter at the matching round-eyed looks of panic on Siwon and Han Geng's faces.

"Of course, gege."

He has no idea what he just agreed to, but Han Geng breathes a sigh of relief; a good sign.

"Spacey, aren't we?" Zhou Mi murmurs in his ear smugly, giving a random camera his most polished grin.

Kyuhyun smiles noncommittally, lacing the fingers of his right hand with Zhou Mi's to still their obnoxious exploration of his thigh. "You have no strategy."

"Oh?"

Kyuhyun tightens his grip as he murmurs; "You might be ahead of me at the moment, but how do you plan to keep it up at home?" He lets his smile widen at Zhou Mi's sharp intake of breath. "Just remember, I know where you sleep."

*

"I told you, it doesn't count if no one's watching!" Zhou Mi hisses, taking a step back.

"Yeah?" Kyuhyun says vaguely, reaching out to rest his hands on Zhou Mi's slim hips. "You've got me all worked up, don't you think you should do something about it? Hm? In the spirit of that oh so famous Chinese hospitality of yours?"

Zhou Mi snarls something into the half-dark of his bedroom, something vicious and Mandarin and positively hot, before grabbing Kyuhyun's shirt and yanking him against his body. "We're not counting, you hear me?"

Kyuhyun just rolls his eyes and kisses him silent in lieu of a reply, snickering a bit when Zhou Mi, startled, backs right into his nightstand with a loud thump.

"Ow," Zhou Mi whimpers, wincing. "Fucker."

"Should I kiss it better?" Kyuhyun offers magnanimously, grinning when Zhou Mi shoots him an unimpressed look. "Maybe I could give you a massage. It wouldn't count, of course," he adds when Zhou Mi just keeps on staring at him skeptically.

"Alright," Zhou Mi agrees. "Maybe you should. And we are still not counting."

Kyuhyun shrugs. "If that makes you feel better," he says, sliding his hands from Zhou Mi's hips up under his t-shirt over sharp ribs. Zhou Mi shudders against him, a full-body ripple of pleasure, his fingers tangling in Kyuhyun's hair, and Kyuhyun silently adds a solid 30 to his total.

He rewards himself with another 30 when he nips at Zhou Mi's throat and Zhou Mi's knees buckle, his moan probably too loud for the others' comfort on the other side of the thin wall. He doubles it when he manages to maneuver them over to Zhou Mi's bed and presses Zhou Mi face-down on the mattress with one hand on his hip and the other between his shoulder blades. Zhou Mi moans into the pillow, long, drawn out, breathy noises as Kyuhyun pulls him into a kneeling position and works his pants down over his thighs.

He's just making it up as they go now, but the truth is, Kyuhyun refuses to feel even a smudge of guilt about modifying the rules without sending Zhou Mi a memo first.

After all, this has always been his game.

*

Kyuhyun is not particularly bothered by the fact that all through dinner, Siwon looks like he'd swallowed a lemon while Ryeowook and Henry keep giggling between each other and Donghae gives them exaggerated winks every five minutes or so.

At some point, Han Geng clears his throat and puts on his I-am-Leader face, foreboding a Talk.

But before he could speak; "Sorry," Zhou Mi says, his smile brilliant as ever even as the rest of the group eyes him strangely. Before Kyuhyun could ask what he's sorry for, he's sliding into Kyuhyun's lap neatly, reaching towards the other end of the table for the diet coke.

"Thanks," Zhou Mi says, plopping back down on his chair as he sets the bottle between them. "Would you like some?" he asks Kyuhyun, and then he proceeds to do something pretentious with Kyuhyun's glass while leaning his head on Kyuhyun's shoulder, whispering, sing-song, "What was that, fifty?"

Kyuhyun rolls his eyes mutely and pretends he didn't just choke on his mouthful of rice.

if anyone's stumbled into my groove, plz to return it asap :,(

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:44:42 GMT

alcohol loosens the tongue (the rest is up to you, though)
Big Bang :: G-Dragon/Seungri
PG-13, 450 words

Seungri waits until Jiyong is nice and sloshed and they are in the relative privacy of Jiyong's room to bring it up. He has several reasons for it, but he does it mainly because Jiyong can't lie into his face when he's like this, all warm and pliant hanging over Seungri's shoulders like a human cardigan.

"Hyung, whom are you going to marry?"

The question is out, and when Jiyong doesn't reply immediately Seungri wishes he could just take it all back, because what if Jiyong isn't as drunk as Seungri apparently thought, what if he sees through Seungri's--admittedly pathetic--shot at being nonchalant, what if--

"Mah, Seunghyun-ah," Jiyong mumbles, frowning, "you are sneaky."

The best Seungri can offer is a weak, "Eh?" because dang, he should have known Jiyong would see right through him--

'NEW DEVELOPEMENT!' announces a part of his mind, the one that is currently not busy frying itself worrying.

Apparently, while Seungri was busy trying to find a way out of the trap he'd pushed himself into, Jiyong was busy untangling his limbs from Seungri's, only to end up in a sprawl on his lap anyway. How his mouth managed to land on Seungri's is another question altogether. (Seungri has the sneaking suspicion it wasn't entirely by accident.)

"And you call me sneaky," Seungri says, only it comes out sounding more like 'hn' and 'hyung' and 'ohgodpleasedon'tstop'.

Whatever. Judging from Jiyong's resulting grin, he got the message anyway.

-

Jiyong groans and rolls towards the edge of the bed, i.e. in the general direction of away from the cold fingers tickling his side.

"Hyung."

"Ugh," Jiyong replies with all the feeling he can muster, clawing at the sheets blindly to get them over his head.

"Hyung," Seungri whines, poking him in the ribs again.

Oh, right. Seungri. Fuck, his head is killing him.

"Hyung, whom are you going to marry?"

Despite feeling warm and sticky and nauseous and so goddamn tired he has no idea how he's going to get through the day in one piece, Jiyong can't quite fight down his grin as he peeks at Seungri over his shoulder.

"What, you don't know?"

Seungri shakes his head, eyes wide like saucers.

"I'm going to marry Bommie and make a soccer team's worth of little YG babies with her. It's going to be a huge project."

"Oh really," Seungri says flatly.

Jiyong puts on his best solemn face as he nods. "Really."

"You are an ass, hyung," Seungri tells him in the same flat tone of voice, before calmly kicking Jiyong off the bed.

you can’t go wrong with a pleated skirt
Big Bang :: G-Dragon/Seungri
PG-13, 377 words

"I feel ridiculous," Seungri reports.

Seunghyun shoots him a look that clearly says, 'Must you even talk about it?'.

"It's not so bad," Daesung says jovially, twirling in front of the mirror.

Okay, Seungri has to admit, Daesung does make an unexpectedly cute girl. Really weird, but cute anyway.

"That's because you're a freak," Seunghyun scoffs, wrapping his arms over his chest. The gesture makes his blouse tighten over his shoulders, making him look--if possible--even more ridiculous than before. "God, I hate this."

Youngbae whimpers something in agreement, something Seungri doesn't quite catch because he's too busy staring at Jiyong who just bounded into the room, twirling a long lock of fake hair around his finger.

"You look like a slut," Seungri blurts before he could stop himself, completely awed.

Jiyong pauses in his prancing-and-hair-twirling to give Seungri a measuring once-over, glossed lips pursed. "You're one to talk in those shorts, magnae," he concludes happily.

Seungri bites his lip and decides to refrain from shrieking--he has the feeling it would make him lose another million Manly Points.

-

"I can't believe you sometimes," Seungri says with honest feeling.

"I know, I'm just that awesome," Jiyong replies, casually straddling Seungri's lap. "Now tell me you haven't thought about it."

Seungri swallows thickly and shakes his head--no, no way, he certainly hadn't thought about this at all, because what if Jiyong just so happens to be wearing a skirt? No biggy, right? He's seen Jiyong's legs a million times already, there is no reason to get all excited just because they are now all smooth and silky-looking (because Jiyong had refused to cross-dress without shaving his legs, either out of being a perfectionist freak or, well, a slut).

"I haven't thought about it," Seungri repeats with a straight face.

"Alright," Jiyong says, arching a mock-curious brow. "And your hands just made their way under my skirt because... ?"

"Um. It's really cold in here?" Seungri offers.

Jiyong blinks. "I think this probably ranks on your top ten list of lame things to say in entirely inappropriate situations."

"Really?" Seungri shrugs. "You know you love it."

seriously, kibum, it's just a clone (or the one in which heechul, kyuhyun and sohee are alchemists)
Super Junior, Wonder Girls :: Heechul, Kibum, Kyuhyun, Sohee
PG, 197 words

Kibum knocked on Heechul's door, walked into the room, blinked twice in rapid succession and promptly dropped his phone.

"This is not what it looks like," Heechul said, almost managing to sound convincing.

"You did not," Kibum told him, as if saying the words would magically make everything alright again.

"Tch, of course not," Heechul replied, flipping his hair over one shoulder. "These two did."

Kyuhyun and Sohee had the decency to look vaguely guilty.

"We were practicing," Sohee whispered, staring at the floor.

"Practicing," Kibum repeated. "Practicing what?"

"Now what do you think?" Kyuhyun deadpanned, nodding towards the... thing.

Kibum stared at it. "It's a girl."

Heechul shrugged. "Accidents happen."

"It's me and it's a girl." Kibum was pretty sure this was not happening. Not to him, of all people.

"We think Sohee-yah's hair might have accidentally made its way into the mixture, hence the unexpected results," Kyuhyun explained calmly.

"That's..." Kibum squinted at the... thing. "Oh."

The.... thing fluttered her eyelashes. "Oppa!"

Heechul shook his head sadly. "Seriously, Kibum. It's just a clone."

"Could you at least dress her?" Kibum suggested.

His head was starting to hurt.

Gravitation (A Natural Phenomenon)

Fri, 29 Aug 2008 14:00:27 GMT

Title: Gravitation (A Natural Phenomenon)
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Super Junior M
Pairing: Han Geng / Henry
Word Count: 1143
A/N: I hate this, but if I don't post it now, I never will. :/ I can't wriiiiite.

Henry is young but not that young. Han Geng knows Henry is more than old enough for the things he has in mind, but that doesn't make any of it right. He shouldn't want Henry, not like this, not with a hand down his boxers under a cocoon of covers, his face turned into the pillow to muffle whatever small breathy noises manage to escape, because getting caught would make it real and thus even more terrifying.

Henry is not a child, alright, but he is still several things Han Geng doesn't have the right to touch. Band mate. Charge. Someone Han Geng is meant to guide, not to pull in the wrong direction.

God, it's all so wrong.

~

Henry is young but not that young, and he might be new to this country but there are certain languages which are universal. He doesn't need a dictionary to understand what Han Geng doesn't say whenever he looks at Henry that way, not really looking at Henry's face but rather at some point above Henry's shoulder, staring off into space and stealing glimpses whenever he thinks Henry's attention is elsewhere.

Henry's attention is rarely ever elsewhere, but Han Geng doesn't necessarily need to know that, now does he.

~

Han Geng is pretty sure Kyuhyun knows. Now, it's not like Kyuhyun actually said anything. It's just the way he would look at Han Geng sometimes, usually when Henry is also present. He would frown at Han Geng, a sort of worried, sort of pissed expression, like a warning, 'Please don't, you know you can't, you wouldn't do that to us, right?' and Han Geng would make sure to keep his distance after that. Not so much that Henry would notice, of course. If there's anything the entertainment industry has taught Han Geng, it's subtlety.

~

Henry likes Kyuhyun, he really does, but he can't help feeling a bit of resentment towards him every time Kyuhyun starts making faces at Han Geng, usually when Han Geng would put an arm around Henry's shoulders or lean in to whisper something in Henry's ear. Henry is pretty sure Kyuhyun knows how he feels about their leader, because Kyuhyun never starts fussing if it's Ryeowook giggling into Henry's shoulder or Donghae hanging all over Henry's back or Shiwon looping an arm around Henry's waist like it's the most natural thing in the world. Which, after all these months, it is.

Only, it doesn't feel natural at all when Han Geng does it and Henry kind of hates and kind of loves that; the butterflies in his stomach which turn into rocks every time Han Geng pulls away.

~

Sometimes, Han Geng thinks it would make things easier to just talk about it, get it out of the way. If he could just tell someone and then hear in a voice other than his own how impossible and crazy and silly the mere idea is.

But he's not stupid enough to even seriously consider starting such a conversation. What would he even say? 'I want to fuck him because maybe, just maybe he would make me feel?' There's just something about Henry, how he looks so young but actually isn't, how he is sort of pure but then unexpectedly naughty at times. Maybe because he's from such a different world, but there's this edge to whatever he does, a sort of keen awareness of himself and everyone around him and Han Geng wants to taste that, wants to know how it feels to be so eager to please and simultaneously be at peace with himself again.

Han Geng is twenty-four, and he can't decide if that means he's getting old or that he still hasn't lived enough. He only knows he hasn't felt at peace with himself for a long time.

~

Henry thinks, it shouldn't be quite this simple after all the waiting and damn near yearning he's done in the past few months. There should be... something. Something more. Tears. Harsh words. They should be mean to each other, because it's not like they need this, damn it, their lives are complicated enough as it is.

Han Geng is not a mean person, though, and neither is Henry. So it's really quite simple--understated, even--when Han Geng walks into his room to remind him of the next day's schedule and Henry groans, turning on his back on the bed, still fully clothed, claiming he won't ever be able to move again.

"You should go to sleep," Han Geng says, stating the obvious, and Henry rolls his eyes at him, cracking a rueful smile. Han Geng smiles back, shrugs, walks over to the bed and says, "At least change," like that wasn't obvious as well.

"Gege," Henry whines, exasperated, and closes his eyes because even the gentle glow of the bedside lamp feels harsh.

The mattress dips under Han Geng's weight, so Henry is not surprised when he feels a touch on his shoulder. Touches on the shoulder are safe--it's a leader's touch, a comrade's touch, a touch that seems to say 'Hang in there, I know you are tired, we all are'.

The next one, though--tentative knuckles brushing the hair at his temple, a ticklish sensation--is certainly not in the book. It's the sort of caress Kyuhyun would frown at. You don't touch your band mates this way, not in private, not unless you want them to either deck you on the spot or push you down on the bed, floor, table--whatever flat surface is available--and kiss you silly.

Henry opens his eyes and meets Han Geng's dark gaze, smiles a bit because he knows what's coming now, alright.

~

It takes all of Han Geng's remaining ounce of strength to keep the kiss not more than a light pressure of lips against lips. It's barely more than how you would kiss a child, affectionate and warm. It's almost too much to bear.

Henry doesn't push and doesn't pull away, either, and when Han Geng steadies himself with a hand on his chest, he can feel the way Henry's heart is racing just like his own.

~

"You should go to sleep," Han Geng says quietly, before the silence could get deafening. He stands from the bed before Henry could get a good look at his face or tangle his fingers in his hair, make him stay. "Good night."

"Good night," Henry echoes.

~

He wonders if he will sleep tonight,

~

or the next night,

~

or the night after that.

One of the Several Reasons Seungri is Glad to be in Big Bang Instead of Battle

Sat, 23 Aug 2008 19:32:36 GMT

Title: One of the Several Reasons Seungri is Glad to be in Big Bang Instead of Battle
Rating: PG-13
Fandom(s): Big Bang, Battle
Genre: CRACK i ABUSE because i LOVE, i swear! *dies*
Word Count: ~ 600

"What's up, hyung?" Seungri asked as he crouched down by Ryu's side, who was—for some reason—sitting out in front of Battle's dressing room. On the floor. Alone. "It's been a while."

"Ah, Seunghyun." Ryu blinked at him. "You guys are here, too," he noted.

"Yup," Seungri confirmed.

Ryu hummed noncommitally.

"So," Seungri said. "How are the others?"

Ryu opened his mouth to reply.

Just then, there came an undignified screech from inside the dressing room. A moment later, the door banged open and Chris raced through, taking off in a wild, flaily sprint in the general direction of the elevator. All the while screeching at the top of his lungs, of course—that's how Seungri remembered Chris; tall, funny accent, never shuts up. Straining his ears to hear over the general frantic noises of backstage, Seungri could just make out the words 'Lio', 'Taehwa', 'kissing' and 'tree'.

Beside him, Ryu made a vague, whimpering sort of noise.

The door—which Chris had made sure to slam properly—was yanked open again, this time by a furious-looking Taehwa.

"CHRIS JUNG STOP RIGHT THERE YOU LITTLE BASTARD YOU KNOW IT WILL HURT LESS IF YOU JUST SURRENDER PEACEFULLY AND LET ME KICK THE SHIT OUT OF YOU," Taehwa roared—among other things. Seungri wasn't sure, since Taehwa had also taken off after Chris, fast but inevitably at a disadvantage. Chris couldn't run properly for shit, but it was hard to match those mile-long strides of his.

"Um," Seungri said. "Are you-"

"TAEHWA DON'T DO ANYTHING YOU WOULD REGRET. LITTLE SHIT IS NOT WORTH IT," Lio shouted, sticking his head out the door. Noticing Seungri, he gave him a little wave and one of those infamous smiles of his before taking off in a light jog after Taehwa, screaming, "AT LEAST THINK OF OUR JOBS."

"Oh, there you are, Leader. Hey, Seunghyunnie, long time no see," Hwichan said as he exited the dressing room as well, trailing after Lio at a slower pace in consideration of the video camera in his hands, which he promptly started muttering to. "The following material may be too graphic for viewers under the age..."

"Erm. Yeah, long time no see," Seungri replied faintly and a bit belatedly.

They watched in companionable silence as the four disappeared around the corner.

"You know," Ryu said reflectively, "you could have been one of them." Suddenly, Seungri was acutely aware of dark, feverbright eyes running over his body. "I heard you clean, Seunghyunnie. Is that true? Maybe-"

"Ugh, hyung," Seungri cut in, straightening carefully, very carefully from his crouch. "Thanks, but. Y'know. I feel just fine where I am."

"Oh." Ryu looked dejected for a moment, but then he managed to work up a small, pained smile. "I'm honestly glad to hear that."

Somewhere in the distance, Chris screamed.

***

When Seungri wandered back into their dressing room, Jiyong was fussing with his make-up, Seunghyun was listening to something on his iPod, mouthing along, Youngbae was studying a sheet of lyrics intently and Daesung was getting his hair done by the stylist.

Seungri looked them all over and said, loud and clear, with much feeling, "I don't think I say it enough and I totally don't mean it in a gay way, but I love you guys. So hard you have no idea."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Jiyong snorted. "Magnae, seriously," he muttered, applying what looked like his 26th layer of eyeliner, "public declarations of love won't get you out of kitchen duty."

Seungri shrugged and said, with a bright grin, "Fair enough."

You know you gotta go~

Fri, 22 Aug 2008 20:02:43 GMT

Pity Party 101
Big Bang: GD, Seungri
PG-13, 746 words

Hyunseung is out. Just like that. They've all seen it coming from a mile away—Hyunseung isn't star-material, period. And yet it still manages to catch them off-guard.

Hyunseung cries and Youngbae cries with him because, "He's soft like that," as Jiyong puts it. Seunghyun cries because Hyunseung and him are friends.

"Geez, you guys. It's not like I'm dead," Hyunseung tells them all with a watery smile after the announcement is made.

No one has the heart to correct him, not even Jiyong.

*

It takes a while for Seungri's tears to come. When they do, Seungri is honestly shocked at himself.

They're not tears of sympathy.

They might actually be tears of pain—of the physical kind. They might be drawn by the sweat rolling down his temples.

He's been dancing for... He doesn't even know. He doesn't have a watch. He started at 5 in the afternoon and now it's dark outside. Seungri doesn't know if it's 7PM-dark or 11PM-dark—this building never sleeps. Extra practice is encouraged at all times, for even the bests. Seungri is nowhere near the top, not even in this company. He doesn't feel privileged to slack off.

He probably never will.

He used to practice a lot with Hyunseung like this, just the two of them into the late hours of the night. Sometimes, they would sing. Hyunseung was good at dancing but even better at singing.

They used to compete all the time, pulling and pushing each other along the way.

But now Hyunseung is gone. He's gone and Seungri knows he was better than Seungri when he left. So much better. It's been weeks and Seungri's been driving himself into the ground. Has Hyunseung? Has he been practicing?

Seungri will never know.

The music stops.

"Moping doesn't suit you," Jiyong says, arms crossed over his chest as he slouches against the door frame. Seungri didn't notice him opening the door.

Seungri wipes at his eyes hastily. Jiyong watches him, calculating, unreadable.

"Hyung?" Seungri says. Jiyong tilts his head. "Can I say something? You won't get offended?"

Jiyong shrugs. "Whatever. Shoot it."

"Okay." Seungri looks at him and says, straight-faced, "You're sort of a bitch sometimes."

Much to his surprise, Jiyong actually laughs. Those stupid, high-pitched giggles, husky around the edges. He has such a strange voice, Jiyong. He's a strange guy. Seungri still isn't quite sure where they stand, the two of them.

"See," Jiyong says, still chuckling, "there's your answer."

Seungri frowns. "What do you mean?"

"You have the balls to pull shit like this and that cute face to get away with it," Jiyong elaborates. "That's why we chose you and not Jang."

"You had a hand in that, didn't you."

Jiyong shrugs. "It was nothing personal. Look, this is not charity. We can't afford a member who works himself into a nervous breakdown before every single performance. I sure as hell didn't work my ass off to end up playing nanny in some mediocre boyband." Jiyong looks at him long and hard, and there is none of his usual good humor in the set of his mouth. "We are going to be right at the top of every fucking chart once we debut. Me and Youngbae and Tempo and Daesung. If you want out, you better make up your fucking mind now."

*

"You look..." Youngbae squints. "Were you sick before?"

"Huh?" Seungri smiles. "Why?"

Youngbae shrugs. "You look energized, somehow."

"Oh. I had a talk with Jiyong-hyung. He's sort of..."

"A bitch?"

At Seungri's incredulous look, Youngbae shrugs. "What? He is. Has always been. Once he decides you're worth his time, though... You will see. Seunghyun-ah? Be patient with him. He can get a bit carried away, but he only wants the best for all of us."

Jiyong walks into the studio just then, pausing in the doorway to give the two of them a suspicious look.

Seungri grins and flashes him a victory sign.

Jiyong rolls his eyes.

Youngbae looks back and forth between them, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Don't worry, hyung," Seungri tells him, still grinning as he slings an arm around Youngbae's shoulders, causing Jiyong's eyebrows to hit his hairline. "I have the feeling we hit it off just fine."

Trial and Error
Big Bang: T.O.P/Daesung
PG-13, 390 words

They are tired and tipsy, holed up in Seunghyun's room. They are talking about girls. Sometimes it's music or movies, books or whatever the hell they feel like talking about. Sometimes. But mostly it's girls. They used to think they would be chick magnets once they Made It. And, in a way, they are.

"Man, this is depressing," Seunghyun says, covering his face with his hands. "I never even had the chance to figure out kissing."

When he blinks his eyes open, Daesung is staring at him.

"What," Seunghyun says, wiping a palm over his face. "Something on my-"

"Kissing," Daesung says, incredulously. "You never figured out kissing."

"Well." Seunghyun sniffs, crossing his arms over his chest, remembering too late that Daesung would see it for what it is; a defensive gesture. "I wasn't exactly every girl's dream."

"But," Daesung says. He pauses to gape some more.

Seunghyun suspects he must resemble a tomato by now.

"Stop. Stop it. God, why do I even tell you things."

"No, no," Daesung says, shaking his head furiously. "It's just... You have kissed someone at some point, right?"

"Oh my god," Seughyun says, muffled by the pillow he's currently trying to suffocate himself with. "Could we just forget about this?"

When he peeks out from behind his makeshift hiding place, Daesung is watching him with the sort of gleam in his eyes that everyone in the group has learned to fear, and with good reason.

"So you can't kiss," Daesung states.

"Oh my god," Seunghyun says. Damn, the booze stole his funny.

"And what if-"

"Oh my-"

God, Seunghyun finishes, only it's all in his head because his mouth is otherwise occupied and oh wow, Daesung has totally pretty eyelashes but the 5 o'clock shadow is another thing altogether and-

Okay, the booze didn't just steal his funny. It stole his brain.

"There," Daesung announces, sitting back on his heels with a satisfied air. "Now, children—hyung, that is—what did we learn today?"

Seunghyun stares at him.

"Um. To never share details of my private life with you ever again?" he offers tentatively.

Daesung grins. "And?" he prompts.

"Actually," ohfuckno Seunghyun so did not say this if someone ever asks, "I'm not sure I caught it all, so maybe we could-"

Daesung pounces.

Happy Birthday, Kim Kibum!

Thu, 21 Aug 2008 20:24:58 GMT

Once Upon a Desert Island
Kibum/Donghae | PG | ~ 900 words

"Oh! Where do you want to go tomorrow?" Donghae asks suddenly.

Kibum snorts and turns on his other side. It's late and Kibum wants nothing more than to just go to sleep and maybe not wake up for a day or so.

"Oi!" Donghae exclaims, bumping their shoulders together.

Kibum only doesn't whine because Kibum, well, doesn't whine, period. But he might grumble something all but unintelligible, something along the lines of 'uugh, whatever's fine, just no people'.

"Okay," Donghae chirps. "Consider it done."

Kibum falls asleep.

--

"I. You," Kibum says. "You. How do you even do it?"

Donghae smiles peacefully, one shoulder lifting in a vague shrug. "It's what you asked for, right?"

Kibum stares at him in disbelief.

"I saw a shooting star and I wished for you," Donghae explains.

Only, it doesn't really explain anything at all.

"How," Kibum demands, on the verge of hysteria as he waves a hand at the, well, let's call it a landscape. There is land, and there is also the wide blue sky stretching above them endlessly.

Apart from those, nothing.

Nothing but the two of them, that is.

Kibum drags a hand over his face and takes a few deep breaths. "I certainly hope you can also undo it."

Donghae blinks at him. "Undo what?"

Kibum doesn't flail, period, but he might wave his arms around a bit to indicate the, well, landscape around them.

Donghae frowns in concentration. "Maybe another shooting star?"

Kibum slaps a hand over his face.

--

"I'm tired," Donghae whines, for the umpteenth time. "Where are we even going?"

Kibum stills and gives Donghae a blank look. "Hyung."

"Yes?"

"Aren't you bothered by the fact that we are, like, the only human beings in this place? Don't you want to go home? You know, back to civilization?"

Donghae tilts his head, looking puzzled. "I thought this was what you wanted?"

Kibum promptly marches ahead. He feels a little bit like crying.

--

"Look!" Donghae exclaims, pointing off into the distance.

Kibum perks up, squinting into the indicated direction.

Donghae grins triumphantly. "Flowers!"

Kibum stops resisting the little voice in his head and slaps Donghae over the head. Hard.

--

Some odd hours later, Donghae has a flower crown on his head and Kibum feels ready to kill for his birthday cake and his manager screaming at him to get his act together and a drama to film and his retarded bandmates making his life a living hell. Kibum also really really really fucking hates fucking flower fields that go on endlessly.

And then they are standing on the coast.

"Um," Kibums says, staring at the endless stretch of water in front of them. "Weren't we just walking straight ahead? This. Donghae. This doesn't make any sense."

Donghae blinks. "Maybe you wished for water?"

"I didn't," Kibum says. "I wished we were back home. I didn't wish for a fucking ocean to pop up in front of us out of thin air."

Donghae frowns. "Are you sure?"

Kibum doesn't reply.

--

"Ship."

"Duck."

"No way. It's a ship."

"What? No, it's not. Are you even looking at the right one?"

"What do you mean 'the right one'?"

"That," Donghae says, pointing at the sky.

Kibum squints. "I don't know."

"That, see?" Donghae says, sidling closer until he has his head on Kibum's shoulder and his thigh against Kibum's thigh and Kibum can follow the line of his pointer finger. Kibum can also smell the flowers in Donghae's hair, and under that Donghae's shampoo and a hint of sweat.

"Oh," Kibum says.

From this angle, it does look like a duck.

"So," Donghae says. "Anything else you want for your birthday?"

Despite himself, Kibum laughs. "Anything else? You mean being stranded on a desert island in the middle of the ocean is your gift?"

"Well." Donghae sniffs. "It is what you asked for."

Kibum sighs. "Whatever."

"So?"

"I guess. I don't know." Kibum closes his eyes. The air is starting to cool but the sand is still hot, he can feel it through his clothes and where it touches bare skin. "It's not really something I can just ask for."

"Oh?" Donghae perks up. "Tell me?"

"No way."

"Awww, c'mon. I promise I won't laugh at you."

"Right." Kibum snorts. "You totally would and you know it."

"Alright," Donghae says, resolutely.

Kibum catches the tone and opens his eyes just in time to catch Donghae with his hands on Donghae's chest. They are nose to nose and Donghae's hair is tickling Kibum's cheek. Kibum doesn't dare to breathe.

"I promise I won't laugh, if you decide to tell me," Donghae whispers seriously. "So tell me when you wake up, huh?"

--

Kibum wakes to the unsettling realization that he's not alone in his bed.

"It's almost midnight. I wanted to be the first," Donghae confesses in a low whisper. "Are you awake?"

"Hyung," Kibum says. "I have to... There's something..."

He turns around, facing Donghae. The lights are just strong enough that he can make out Donghae's features, his sincere grin softened by drowsiness.

"Happy birthday," Donghae says. Then, "What is it?"

Kibum smiles.

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:21:15 GMT

THIS IS PORN. OLYMPIC PORN. BECAUSE CHRIS WANTED IT AND I AIM TO PLEASE.

Okay, I don't know anything about sports and characterization is kind of hard to do when all you have is a few facial expressions. Also, I have no idea whether the gymnastics team rooms together or gymnasts room with their coaches or some of them are shacking up with the swimmers, whatever. I read the apartments are for 4-6 people, so it is technically possible. But then again, THIS IS FICTION AND SHAMELESS PORN AT THAT AND WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT ANYTHING BUT THEIR TIGHT LITTLE GYMNAST BODIES AMIRITE?

That said:

Tomita Hiroyuki/Uchimura Kohei | NC-17 | 600 words.

It's easy to ignore Tomita's dark scowl if only because it seems to be his neutral expression and Uchimura's had the time to get used to it. It's a bit harder to stay unresponsive to the resulting, "Get the fuck out, Uchimura," as he steps into the shower stall, the low Kansai drawl making his insides all warm and tingly as always.

"So." Uchimura grins and, because he's feeling especially suicidal today, says, "Got your ass whooped by the Chinese kid, huh?"

Uchimura knows that, were Tomita just a hair's breadth less of the professional that he is, he'd have put Uchimura neatly through the bathroom wall by now. As things are, Tomita just scowls darker—if possible—and says, carefully deadpan, "I'm showering."

"No shit," Uchimura replies, giving Tomita's impressive physique an appropriately impressed once-over. "Need some help?"

Tomita leans back against the wall and watches him through hooded eyes, lips barely parted, wet strands of hair dripping water on his neck and shoulders. Suddenly, Uchimura has this irresistible urge to kiss him and see what happens.

"You don't have any shame, do you," Tomita states, now almost more resigned than pissed.

"Nope," Uchimura agrees, grinning. "I've been told I'm a terrible kouhai."

Tomita snorts. "Be glad I'm not Nakase."

"Oh, believe me, I am."

Tomita just snorts again and promptly thrusts the bar of soap in Uchimura's hand, giving him this 'Now are you going to make yourself useful or what?' look.

Uchimura is pretty sure Tomita hasn't gotten laid since they got here. Tomita seldom seems to do anything that is not conducive to his form in one way or another. Personally, Uchimura thinks getting off is pretty fucking conducive, but the senpai don't seem to share the sentiment. Pity, that. It's no wonder then that he manages to coax Tomita into full hardness in no time.

"Sure you haven't been waiting for me?" Uchimura whispers in his ear, grinning.

A low growl of annoyance is his only warning before Tomita latches onto his neck, sucking on the damp skin with vigour. Uchimura thinks, shit, that's gonna be one hell of a decorative bruise right there, but then Tomita is reaching between them with strong, slick fingers and Uchimura kind of forgets why he's supposed to care in the first place.

His memory is further impaired when Tomita stops sucking on his neck for long enough to husk, "Can I fuck you?" in his ear.

"God," Uchimura says.

Tomita actually chuckles a bit. "Is that a yes?"

The water feels hot enough to burn, or maybe it's Tomita's chest against his back, Uchimura doesn't know and doesn't particularly give a shit, either. It's a bit awkward to find balance on the slick tiles, a bit more awkward still when Tomita pushes into him and Uchimura braces himself on the wall, willing his suddenly unruly knees to get their act together. He's thankful for the thick arms wrapped around his waist snugly, keeping him upright. It feels almost as if Tomita cared.

Uchimura is further surprised when, after a particularly deep thrust that has Uchimura's eyes cross and his breath catch in his throat, Tomita stills and says, almost inaudible over the sound of rushing water, "Actually, I was wondering when you would come around."

Uchimura bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut and comes hard all over the shiny blue-white glazed tiles, with the distinct impression that Tomita is laughing behind him.

Sun, 17 Aug 2008 15:07:29 GMT

Tattoo
Se7en/G-Dragon
PG, 190 words

"Show me?"

Jiyong breathes through his nose, slow and deep in an attempt to force his heartbeats into a more acceptable rhythm. He can feel Dongwook against his back, not quite touching but close enough to feel the heat of his body through their t-shirts.

Now only one t-shirt.

Jiyong lets his arms drop, shivers slightly despite the summer heat.

"Cool," Dongwook breathes in his ear in English and he's close, too fucking close for comfort but not nearly close enough for Jiyong's liking.

Dongwook reads the ink aloud, a smirk in his voice, warm breath against Jiyong's neck and Jiyong shudders again, feeling young and small and stupid and awed and the several thousand other things Dongwook makes him feel like whenever they bump into each other.

"Are you done?" Dongwook asks, low, curious.

Jiyong shrugs. "I don't know. Maybe. I don't think so." He doesn't think he will ever be. He turns, looking pointedly at Dongwook's arm. "Are you?"

Dongwook laughs, covering the careful swirls and shadows with the palm of his hand. "What else is there to say?"

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 14:05:42 GMT

Title: Feng Shui
Fandom: Big Bang / Taeyang-centric, implied G-Ri, GDYB(?)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 517
A/N: I don't know, don't even ask. More randomness.

Jiyong is lying on the couch with his head in Seungri's lap, his legs bent at the knees, dangling over the armrest in the lack of space. It's tiny now, their couch, definitely too small to hold Jiyong's full height. If Youngbae wanted to, he could lie on it and fit between the ends if he curled his legs just so.

Youngbae doesn't lie on the couch. It's Jiyong's territory, and sometimes Jiyong-and-Seungri's, and on the rare occasion they actually have a solid two hours for such pointless things as simply existing, Daesung and hyung would watch a movie (and get popcorn in-between and under and all over the cushions in the process).

Youngbae is more of a kitchen sort of person. He can see roughly the whole apartment from there, and maybe it's cautious but somehow also comforting, to have everyone and everything in his sight. Even when he's working. Jiyong says it's girly, the way Youngbae multitasks. Jiyong is one to talk. Jiyong can't really work with people around him, though, gets frustrated and edgy if you peak over his shoulder.

Youngbae doesn't mind. It's nice, having people ask him what he's doing every now and then. Even if it's only because Seungri can't sleep but can't stand sitting in silence with Youngbae right there. Even if it's Daesung and he's bored and annoyed and desperate to keep himself and everyone around him in high spirits. Even if it's Seunghyun and his genuine curiosity. Youngbae doesn't mind explaining, whether it's a melody or English vocab or a particularly difficult kanji.

Jiyong never asks. Maybe he assumes Youngbae would mind it. Jiyong does that sometimes; assumes everyone is the same as him, thinks the same way and sees the world in the same colors.

Youngbae knows better. There aren't many people like Jiyong. Maybe there isn't another person like Jiyong in the whole wide world, not even anything close.

Jiyong is kicking his feet, his heels falling against the soft cushions soundlessly, because Jiyong is only ever still in his sleep. Too fast to live, too young to die. It must be a confused existence.

Seungri is looking at the tv but whether he's actually watching it is hard to tell. Neither of them seem very interested in the movie, maybe because they are leaving in about twenty minutes anyway and that is a big plot hole right there. It's stupid to drop just like that when you have to get up in a little while anyway, they all know that.

Those two do it anyway; drop like domino pieces all over each other, and Youngbae thinks it must be nice. Way nicer than a hardback kitchen chair.

Then again, Youngbae will be the first one out the door when the driver rings.

(He's just not sure that in the end of the day—at 3 am or 5 am or whenever that might be—it'll be worth it.)

Tue, 12 Aug 2008 02:19:09 GMT

TITLE we're all mad here
FANDOM Big Bang
PAIRING T.O.P/G-Dragon
RATING PG-13
WORD COUNT 635
A/N Rambling, drabbling, whatever.

Jiyong does his best to avoid Seunghyun when they get home after the shooting, but you can only avoid someone who lives in the same apartment as you for so long. Seunghyun manages to corner him in the kitchen when Jiyong ninjas out of his room for a glass of water in the middle of the night, and that's that.

"We need to talk," Seunghyun says, all authoritative and stern and shit, and then adds, "I guess," spoiling the whole badass effect he was going for.

Jiyong rolls his eyes in that I-totally-don't-have-time-for-your-bullshit-now way he's perfected over the years, grabbing a bottle of mineral water from the fridge.

Seunghyun frowns. "Look, if this," he waves a hand at Jiyong's hand, at the bandages, "has anything to do with Minyoung--"

"Look," Jiyong cuts in, because Seunghyun's on the right track, alright, "it's your business if you're fucking, certainly not mine, just, y'know, be careful and shit, we don't need that kind of press attention and. Yeah."

"Okay," Seunghyun says, slowly. "Um. Seungri told me that you. Um. Me. You know."

Oh well. That does change things, Jiyong thinks. "Seungri is suicidal. And dumb. And five. You shouldn't listen to Seungri."

"Wait. What?" Seunghyun frowns. "You just confirmed it."

Jiyong gapes, takes a careful step back, towards the door, towards safety. Fucking Seungri and his inability to shut his fucking mouth. Jiyong is like, totally asking management for a new magnae first thing in the morning, and this time, they better make him sweet and innocent for real.

"Are you trying to sneak away?" Seunghyun inquires mildly.

Jiyong sighs and slumps against the door frame. He's sort of still in the kitchen (which sucks) and Seunghyun is still looking at him like Jiyong's some rare species he's trying to figure out.

"Just for the record, you scared the shit out of us," Seunghyun says quietly, looking like this incredibly overdeveloped kicked puppy.

Against all reason and logic, Jiyong feels guilty and sort of retarded.

"Still," Seunghyun goes on, pausing to rake his fingers through his hair. "It was kind of cool. And. Um. I don't even know."

"You have a strange definition of 'cool'," Jiyong replies, rising a brow, because what the fuck, he totally smashed a mirror in a hissy fit and then had to listen to his manager and the director and basically everyone and their mother bitch at him while the doctor picked glass from his hand, which was Epically Uncool and Seunghyun just can't. Fucking. Possibly. Find that cool.

Right?

Seunghyun shruggs, blushing about ten shades of red under the crappy green-yellow fluorescent lights. "It was kind of... flattering, I guess. Because Seungri said that you... You know. And I swear I didn't know, but then Seungri was all pissed and like 'What the hell, hyung, must you rub it in?' and then I was like 'What the hell?' and then he told me and-- Oh! It's not like that, by the way, with Minyoung, I mean she's cool and all but I'm pretty sure she's going out with that guy from that drama, what's his name... I don't know, whatever, but the point is--"

Seunghyun makes a muffled, startled sort of noise, but then he's pulling Jiyong closer by a hand on the small of his back and sucking on Jiyong's tongue like there's no tomorrow, so Jiyong figures he doesn't mind the interruption so much.

"Okay, that was a good point," Seunghyun whispers when they pull apart a bit.

Jiyong wholeheartedly agrees, but kisses Seunghyun again, anyway, just to make sure he got it properly across.

This is an Open Relationship (Except Not Really) (Ryo/Leah, NC-17)

Fri, 08 Aug 2008 00:14:05 GMT

Title: This is an Open Relationship (Except Not Really)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo / Leah Dizon
Word Count: 566
A/N: zsuness is totally right; they do make an awfully pretty couple of LOSERS. Btw, YES, IT IS INDEED "ANNA WRITES CRAPPY PORN" DAY. \8D/

Things are just getting good -- her mouth tight-hot-wet around his cock, her pretty little hand gripping the base and he's so so so close -- when it all comes crashing down.

"So," Leah starts conversationally as she pulls away from him just like that, dabbing her lips with the corner of the bedsheet in that exact way she knows Ryo can't. Fucking. Stand. "I hear you were out with Shirota."

Ohgod, Ryo thinks.

"Ohgod," he groans.

Ryo has to admit; the woman has timing.

"I hope you had fun," she goes on, smiling prettily. "I hope you had enough fun to store some of it away."

"Leah..."

"Oh, baby," she cuts in, chuckling. She lifts a hand to his cheek, strokes it in the most loving manner. "You don't have to apologize. This is, after all, an open relationship."

"Um," Ryo says.

He's always had a way with women.

It's just, apparently, not a very good way.

"Hm? What is it?" Leah asks.

"Could you--" Ryo says, nodding vaguely.

Leah blinks at his face, then down at his poor, neglected, still painfully hard cock.

"What is it, baby?"

Ryo bites the inside of his cheek to keep from shrieking.

Note to self: silk scarves + bedposts + Leah = Bad Combination.

"If you want something, you have to..." Leah frowns. "I forget the word... Help me out, Ryo-chan?"

"Ask for it?" Ryo hisses through his teeth.

Leah brightens. "Ah! You have to ask for it! It was on the tip of my tongue, I swear."

Ryo refrains from rolling his eyes, if only because he has a hard time keeping them open at this point. "Leah."

"Yes?" she asks sweetly, dangling her bare legs over the edge of the bed. Her bare, smooth, mile-long legs...

Ryo takes a deep, steadying breath. "Please."

Leah blinks.

And then she laughs, eyes scrunching up, her cheeks pink with her mirth.

The saddest thing about the whole situation is that Ryo is, basically, ages past caring how utterly fucking pathetic he must look right now; naked and tied to the bedposts, with a hard dick.

"All right, all right," Leah concedes, still smiling as she throws one of those bare, smooth, mile-long legs of hers over Ryo's waist.

Ryo only has the presence of mind to keep still until she guides him into herself, and then he's thrusting up into her tight heat like there's no tomorrow, his eyes only slanted open to watch those gorgeous, pale boobs he can't get enough of bounce in front of his face.

She clings to his shoulders when he comes, sharp nails digging into his skin, her teeth closing around an earlobe in crazy, contradictory gentleness.

"You must really hate me now, huh," she whispers in his ear a little while later, when they are both hot and sticky and just barely able to breathe again. "Sometimes, I really hate you, too. You do such silly things."

"Hey." Ryo nudges her as much as he can with his shoulder. When she turns her face to blink at him in question, he grins. "I've got something to confess."

Leah frowns. "What now? Don't tell me there's another--"

Ryo's grin widens. "Babe, there's only one gravure idol I fuck, and it sure as hell ain't that Ohtomo Sayuri girl."

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 22:18:39 GMT

Title: And I Can See the Perfect Sky is Torn
Rating: NC-17 to be on the safe side
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Warning: some mind-fuckery (won't scar anyone for life)
Prompt: rape fantasy, not in a relationship. it's about power and sex and trust, not love.
A/N: Basically, this is pretty... OOC. Pretentious. Over the top. Whatever. Every once in a while, I just have to write something I don't really see happening? Or something. I don't know what to think about this. Anyway, also for the K8 smut meme.

He's been wondering. Ever since Last Friends, ever since the new TORN skit, he's been wondering. It's been keeping him up at night. It's probably not healthy, but he's always had a tendency to give everything way too much thought.

He needs this. As weird and sick and twisted as it might sound, he needs to know what it feels like. It doesn't have to be real, of course.

It comes up a few times while they are preparing for the stage skit. Kind of jokingly -- it's impossible not to joke around in this group. That's just how they operate.

But Ryo can't stop thinking about it, and then one night, it's just him and Tacchon and way too many bottles of Asahi for just the two of them, and Ryo gets talkative like he always does when he drinks, damn it, and it just slips out.

"Do you think we could try it?"

Just like that.

Ryo's not that worried, though. Ohkura is not the kind to judge or freak out easily (except if there are exotic animals involved, but thankfully, that's not the case). Ohkura actually seems to consider it in that quiet, thoughtful way of his.

"We should be sober for that, I think," he says after a while.

"Yeah." Ryo nods. "That... makes sense."

***

He wonders if this is not the way, after all. Maybe it should be someone he doesn't know quite so well, someone he doesn't trust the way he trusts Ohkura. Rough is not how Ohkura generally goes about this.

It's not all that different from the usual at first. The bondage is new, but having his hands tied isn't enough to freak Ryo out. The rope is strong but surprisingly smooth against his skin; probably the expensive shit they use in shibari, Ryo thinks and wonders, again, if asking Ohkura was a good idea. Ohkura, who's concerned about the state of Ryo's wrists.

"Oh, I just don't want to anger the stylists," Ohkura explains, doing that freaky thing again when he figures out exactly what's going on in Ryo's head without Ryo having to open his mouth.

Ohkura smirks. It's not his dorky smile but that 'you know I'm hot shit and also out of your reach' sort of smirk he never shows Ryo, and Ryo feels a chill run down his spine.

"You know, my neighbors are not home," Ohkura whispers, his voice low and husky, cool lips brushing Ryo's neck. "You can scream all you want."

***

And Ryo does. He didn't think he would, but he does scream. Sob. Plead.

The thing with Ohkura is; he's so damn private and quiet that no matter how well you know him, how close you are to him, there are always plenty of missing pieces.

"Figures you'd have some sick little kinks," Ohkura says, calm as a breeze despite the fact that he's steadily fucking Ryo into the mattress. "Did you know? Neglected children are prone to sexual deviations."

Ohkura knows things about Ryo, partly because they are close friends and partly because Ohkura, for all the teasing he gets for his spaciness, knows people. Really knows them.

"This has nothing to do with the drama, does it?" Ohkura smirks, stroking a lone fingertip over the head of Ryo's neglected cock. "This is you, Ryo-chan."

"Fuck you," Ryo spits, gritting his teeth.

The worst part is; he means it.

***

He wonders if this wasn't the way, after all.

As terrifying as it got towards the middle, Ohkura did get him off, and then Ohkura did kiss him, licking salt from his cheeks.

"Maybe--"

"Maybe you should stop assuming anyone seriously took you for a rapist," Ohkura cuts in, for once vehement, for once passionate with his words. "Stop living in that fucking role already. Okay?"

"Okay," Ryo agrees.

Maybe it's just his imagination, but the next breath he takes feels lighter, somehow.

All The Cool People (K8, Ryo/Uchi, PG-13)

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:37:28 GMT

Title: All The Cool People
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Kanjani8
Pairing: Ryo/Uchi
Word Count: 770
Prompt: Uchi gets a piercing. ~~Or a tattoo.~~ Some ice involved.
A/N: For the K8 smut meme (although there is no actual smut. Faiiiil.)

"Uchi. Just." Ryo drags a hand over his face. "Maybe if you would stop poking it."

"But it hurts and it's all hot and itchy and it huuurts," Uchi whines, pouting mournfully.

Ryo snorts and directs his attention back to the television, muttering under his breath. "Should have thought about it beforehand. Wimp."

"Hey!" Uchi exclaims indignantly. "I'm not a wimp and the least you could do is, ugh..."

Truth is, Uchi knows he is a wimp. He knew it was going to hurt (after all, there was a needle involved), but it's just that; all the cool people seem to have one. Akanishi has one. Yamapi has one. Hell, even Subaru and Yasu had done it.

It's cool and shiny and Uchi's seen the way Ryo looks at Yamapi's.

On second thought, maybe Ryo just looks at Yamapi's perfect six-pack and perfect skin and perfect everything.

"What." Ryo raises a brow, glancing at Uchi again. "Kiss it better?"

Uchi shrugs, slouching back into the couch cushions with his arms crossed over his chest. "Forget it. I knew you wouldn't give a shit. Why the hell did I think you would?"

Ryo blinks. "Wait, wait. You... what. You got it for..."

"Yes, I got it because I thought you would like it, you jackass," Uchi hisses. "Obviously, it needs to be on someone other than me for you to like it, though. You know what, maybe I'll just get rid of it," as soon as it stops throbbing, Uchi adds silently, wincing at the mere thought of trying to remove the damn thing. Getting it done was plenty enough pain for this week.

"Okay," Ryo says, suddenly.

Uchi looks at him. "What?" he snaps.

Instead of replying, Ryo stands and walks out of the living room without a word.

Uchi seethes. So this is going to be one of those times he's too much of a kid and too much of a moron to deserve hearing Ryo's precious insights.

Whatever.

"You're an ass, Ryo-chan~" Uchi calls out sweetly, standing from the couch. "I think I made up my mind, I'm not staying over--"

"The hell you aren't," Ryo deadpans from the doorway. "Now sit down."

Uchi huffs.

Ryo raises a brow.

Uchi mirrors the gesture.

Ryo blinks.

"Hey, what's in your hand?" Uchi asks, only noticing now that Ryo's right hand is, in fact, entirely not in his sight.

Which is rarely ever a good thing.

"Would you please sit back down?" Ryo asks in a surprisingly patient tone of voice.

Against his better judgement, Uchi does plop back down on the couch, wrinkling his nose when Ryo walks over to him. "What's in your hand?"

Ryo smiles sweetly. "Uchi~ Close your eyes."

Uchi shudders. "If I knew you wanted me dead--"

"Uchi."

"Okay, okay." Uchi sighs, closing his eyes. "Come on, what is it? Oh my god, are you kneeling?"

Ryo only hums in reply, and Uchi feels him run his palms (one of them suspiciously cool and damp through the denim) up Uchi's thighs, parting his legs gently.

Ryo. Gently. Uchi squeezes his eyes shut with all his might to resist the natural urge to open them and check up on Ryo. He feels Ryo's fingers toying with the hem of his t-shirt, lifting the material away from--

Oh.

"Fuck," Uchi hisses, jumping at the feel of something cold and wet pressing against his navel, right against the goddamn piercing, moving it just the tiniest bit, which sort of hurts and then sort of doesn't and...

Oh.

Ryo hums triumphantly, huffing against Uchi's stomach, his hands strong on Uchi's thighs as Uchi squirms. He flicks his tongue against the piercing again and Uchi just can't stand not seeing this anymore.

When Uchi looks down, he's greeted by the sight of Ryo kneeling between his legs, staring up at him with dark, impish eyes. At Uchi's 'what the fuck' -- that is to say, inquiring -- look, Ryo just shrugs and grins, giving Uchi a brief glimpse of the ice cube between his teeth.

Uchi huffs a laugh, letting his fingers run through Ryo's hair, tangling in the dark curls. Ryo looks pleased -- pleased with Uchi but especially himself, and that's fine by Uchi. Smug is a good look for Ryo and besides, it's not like Uchi doesn't get anything out of the deal.

Ryo can't possibly talk with an ice cube in his mouth, now can he?