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I've started writing this stuff several months ago and it's not going anywhere - even though I actually tried this time. XD I feel a bit regretful at having to resort to this but I really don't think I'll be able to continue these. And frankly, it's not like these are anything much, either. Especially since I sort of wanted to challenge myself with tackling something resembling actual plot. And humour as well! I've never really written humouristic stuff before, so this was interesting. And,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
levels, some of them may look a bit familiar? (Because I'm lame!)
Well, not dragging it out any longer! (Though there might be some author's notes at the end~)
Enjoy and tell me what you think! :)And like the last time - vote for your favourite~ ;)
Warning: unbetaed.
Real men don't cry | Yunho-centric | 236 words | gen | G | started writing: 2011-07-14
It’s one of many unwritten rules that all trainees at SMent abide to (when they learn that not all regulations at this place are stuck on the main wall in the rehearsal room, printed sheets above their beds in the dorms).
You don’t cry. No one does. They learn not to notice because it’d be rude otherwise, too intruding (their privacy is being compromised enough without having to worry about someone seeing the tears that shouldn’t be there). They have to master that art because it’s too dangerous not to. Because sometimes consoling another person leads to even more tears from both the comforted and the comforting. And yes, maybe it helps with bonding with people, but no one’s here to make friends (if someone is, they don’t stay long). They’re here to learn, to overcome weaknesses – other people’s and their own alike, to succeed.
Jerky sobs contorting people’s faces into something unbecoming, something ugly; fists red from slamming them into a wall too many times, too often. Their eyes skip them, the way one doesn’t (want to) pay attention to that (not that) old lady in the bus, standing just over them. (They’re more tired, they reason with themselves, guilt eating at their insides; they can’t remember when was the last time when they ate a proper, warm meal, when they slept more than an hour stolen here and there during practices and more practices.)
Every breath you take | Homin | AU | 538 words | PG-13/15 | inspired by the best part of Before U Go MV; I'd link to the proof but I don't have the link anymore | started writing: 2011-07-20
Every writer, every creator needs his inspiration. Some find it in the events of daily life (suddenly gaining new perspective, becoming something fresh), some search for it in the complicated human relationships. Some discover it in the beauty of this world, while other prefer making the most out of those ugly, usually brushed off and unspoken aspects of life.
Yunho's no different. He's always liked the idea of a muse, too. A single being becoming the source of one's inspiration; their mere existence - this somehow elusive charm unique to them only that makes it possible.
And if Yunho's works aren't exactly put on the bestseller shelves, then well. He has his readers, he gets his fan letters (sent to his publishing company, never directly to him because he writes under an alias), he earns his money.
Writing erotic novels may not be the most lucrative job that there is, but at least it provides him with stable income. (Sex is always in demand and it always sells.) He doesn't have to worry that his readers will complain that he's burned out, that his ideas are not as fresh anymore.
He doesn't have to but he does anyway. Yunho's always been an perfectionist - he excelled at sports in school, his grades made his parents proud but not overly ambitious for more, he's never let himself become self-content and rest on his laurels.
So instead of being satisfied with what readership he has, he tries some more. He goes researching various kinks and attempts to capture interest of more people without his new novels becoming repelling for people that aren't that adventureous.
It's actually not that easy. Not everything he portrays (rather vividly) in his works suits his own taste and preferences and that's when having a muse helps.
He remembers his job being much harder (and not of the pleasant variety, either) before he met him. Granted, he hasn't really met Yunho back and probably has no clue about his existence but Yunho's never really cared about details much in his private life.
It starts almost like one of his novels could.
Yunho's just changed recently the diner where he ate (never good at cooking himself). His previous favourite hired a new chef and Yunho liked that blond-haired man that you just never knew what to expect from and who worked some serious magic in the kitchen. (And okay, he liked the way he smiled at him and laughed generously at Yunho's little anecdotes about his job, the way he always seemed to linger longer in the kitchen door when the turnout wasn't too big, and how his muscles flexed and shifted under his uniform.) Without him in there, the place just lost its magic (the new chef not even half as good as his predecessor, either).
Yunho's sitting with his laptop open and trying to make the most out of free Internet connection, when the main door open and a group of people come in. He's among them. He's tall, impeccably dressed in a dark coat, his short yet fashionably cut hair not obscuring a gorgeous face with big, doe eyes; high cheekbones, perfect slope of a nose and wide lips curled around a hopeful smile.
Name your price | Homin | AU | 1479 words | PG-13 | inspired by the clip from when Tohoshinki promoted Superstar in Music Japan | started writing: 2011-07-24
Shim Changmin's standing in front of the camera in a small, gaudily painted studio; he's dressed in a long white coat studded with Swarovski crystals of all things, smiling awkwardly and holding what just seconds ago was still a perfectly functional umbrella. Next to him is Yunho (in similar get-up, though lacking a twin smile that was there just before) with a dumbfounded and simultaneously terrified facial expression, which in every other circumstances Changmin would deem hilarious. As it is, it depicts what he himself is feeling a bit too accurately for him to derive enjoyment from it.
While Yunho desperately tries to salvage the umbrella he snatched away from him, Changmin mentally curses Junsu (for having the stupidest ideas ever) and himself (for having actually trusted him) and thinks venomously that he already hates this job.
This isn't how he's imagined his life would look like. He didn't maybe dream big but he had some aspirations - becoming an announcer being the main one. He even had a short affair with entertainment industry when his mother took him for an audition - he got accepted into some famous agency (he can't remember the name anymore) but his father said 'no' and he listened to him like a filial son would. (It helped that he had no interest in such a line of work anyways, too.)
Changmin's really glad that this channel isn't big enough to be broadcasted outside Japan because he's not sure if he wants to know what his father would have to say were he to see him now.
In retrospection, it's all Junsu's fault. If not for him, Changmin would never try this 'scholarship' - it seemed seedy from the start. But Junsu said 'you've got to believe in people more!' and 'you can't miss such a chance - what you've been learning Japanese for, for such a long time? This is your time!'.
He's still not sure what a devil prompted him to choose that moment to become the first one when he actually took his friend's advice but he did.
It was alright, at first. His airplane ticket turned out to be fine, he landed in Japan without problems. Another foreign student picked him up at the airport. Changmin was even lucky enough that the other boy turned out to be Korean as well. And then it all took a nose-dive when Kyuhyun ('a Starcraft genius dabbling in Mathematics' as he introduced himself) asked him 'So, where are you going to live?'.
This way one Shim Changmin learnt that the scholarship conveniently did not, in fact, take care of his lodging, and that, if he wanted to stay in Japan and study like he was supposed to (and not spend his days under the Rainbow Bridge, eating only one meal at the university's canteen), he'd have to find a job, and quick.
At least, 'I'm Korean and I've been scammed' (as Kyuhyun told him one of his hyungs called it) support system worked without a hitch and through Sungmin-hyung-who-heard-it-from-Heechul-hyung he found employment quite soon.
***
This is how he ended up in this cramped room,
***
'I want to become your superstar?' Changmin asks, hoping desperately that he heard wrong.
'Yes, isn't it such a neat idea?' Yoochun, his now-employer, beams at him, his eyes expectant.
'Don't protest,' the other guy mouths at him behind Yoochun's back. (For all Changmin knows, he could be saying 'I love it, too!' but the man's arms crossed in a subtle 'no' gesture make him refrain from answering verbally, and so he settles for what he hopes is curious smile.)
The other guy (Yunho, he learns) gets assigned with him. It's yet one more of Yoochun's bright ideas.
'You're both good-looking and what's better than one good-looking guy in a dashing white suit? Two handsome guys in shining white suits!' Changmin gawks in disbelief at him and Yunho helps him out by gawking some more. (But handsome Yunho is, Changmin must admit. Almost as tall as him; not too lean but not excessively muscled either; with slightly dark complexion and a small face with almond-shaped eyes, elegant slope of a nose and full lips - a beauty mark right above his upper lip. Even mildly unfortunate haircut doesn't ruin the aesthetic picture he makes.)
'All bored old ladies are going to love you! You're like knights rescuing them from their mundane lives with the brilliance that are our products!' Yoochun's words exclaimed with passion bring him back to the less pleasant aspects of (the) reality.
'I think I look more like a half-assed stripper with this see-through shirt, though,' Yunho murmurs, tugging at the transluscent atrocity that's more exposing than covering his chest.
'That's the point, actually. A subtle dash of wilderness - you'll be both gentelmenly and risque at once. It's great, isn't it?' Yoochun answers with what he probably thinks is an assuring expression. To Changmin it looks more like a face of a man who absolutely believes in the bullshit he's spewing and that is what makes him not say anything anymore/comment further. (Lest Yoochun pays him more attention and decides he's more fitting for this outfit. Changmin prefers himself with his nipples in the safe confines of a shirt that actually conceals something, thank you very much.)
Changmin doesn't think it's a good idea to make two newcomers work together but Yoochun's adamant, saying that they are made for each other and that this is fate, so he resigns himself to the thought of seeing Yunho's face everyday. (Honestly, there are worse things he could be seeing on a daily basis - that, plus the way Yunho's broad chest looks like clad in see-through fabrics, so it happens with less begrudging on his part than it normally would.)
He changes his mind after their first day at work together, though.
Put simply, it's a disaster. Yunho's Japanese, while not exactly bad, seems to fail him at the worst moments/least opportune moments, and so, he manages to mispronunce names of almost all products they are presenting.
Changmin himself doesn't fare much better - if at all. He's always been a little awkward, his limbs a bit too gangly and uncoordinated and it's no surprise, really, that it results in damaged goods (he either uses too much strength, not enough, or pushes not where he should).
They keeping missing their cues. They can't synchronise even their greeting!
***
'It'll get better,' Kyuhyun remarks from where he's clicking furiously, trying to beat all his Internet opponents, after Changmin's just spent over twenty minutes complaining how everything about this work - Yunho, Yoochun, the cameraman and himself included, suck.
Changmin recalls the happenings of last few days and he sincerely doubts it.
Needless to say, it doesn't get better.
Yunho still manages to stutter on some of the easiest names and Changmin somehow breaks every product he's assigned to demonstrate.
***
They somehow make it through and Changmin thinks it's finally over when Yunho manages a feat that is tripping over Changmin's legs when he's standing up to wrap it up.
Sound of silence | Jaejoong-centric | 137 words | angst | G | 2011-10-14 | can be treated as a drabble, since I actually meant for it to be one
He calls not knowing if it will get picked up. Not even knowing if it will go through.
The phone number might have been changed since the last silence.
Beep—beep, it goes, undisturbed by anything sans a faraway clock measuring the time to the next rejection.
It cuts off, the two ends of a bridge he never meant to burn still separated with an empty chasm.
He breathes in and then out, slowly, steadily.
Long gone are the times when he would say (and believe) that there were only three fitting reasons for a man to cry.
It’s not to stop the tears, though. Inhale, exhale, eat, laugh, hurt, cry, live.
Breathe in, breathe out in spite of the broken rhythm of always a bit hopeful beep—beep’s of the countless calls that never get answered.
Some ramblingsAuthor's Notes:
I hope you enjoyed this at least a bit! As always, comments are ♥
I've started writing this stuff several months ago and it's not going anywhere - even though I actually tried this time. XD I feel a bit regretful at having to resort to this but I really don't think I'll be able to continue these. And frankly, it's not like these are anything much, either. Especially since I sort of wanted to challenge myself with tackling something resembling actual plot. And humour as well! I've never really written humouristic stuff before, so this was interesting. And,
levels, some of them may look a bit familiar? (Because I'm lame!)Well, not dragging it out any longer! (Though there might be some author's notes at the end~)
Enjoy and tell me what you think! :)
Warning: unbetaed.
Real men don't cry | Yunho-centric | 236 words | gen | G | started writing: 2011-07-14
It’s one of many unwritten rules that all trainees at SMent abide to (when they learn that not all regulations at this place are stuck on the main wall in the rehearsal room, printed sheets above their beds in the dorms).
You don’t cry. No one does. They learn not to notice because it’d be rude otherwise, too intruding (their privacy is being compromised enough without having to worry about someone seeing the tears that shouldn’t be there). They have to master that art because it’s too dangerous not to. Because sometimes consoling another person leads to even more tears from both the comforted and the comforting. And yes, maybe it helps with bonding with people, but no one’s here to make friends (if someone is, they don’t stay long). They’re here to learn, to overcome weaknesses – other people’s and their own alike, to succeed.
Jerky sobs contorting people’s faces into something unbecoming, something ugly; fists red from slamming them into a wall too many times, too often. Their eyes skip them, the way one doesn’t (want to) pay attention to that (not that) old lady in the bus, standing just over them. (They’re more tired, they reason with themselves, guilt eating at their insides; they can’t remember when was the last time when they ate a proper, warm meal, when they slept more than an hour stolen here and there during practices and more practices.)
Every breath you take | Homin | AU | 538 words | PG-13/15 | inspired by the best part of Before U Go MV; I'd link to the proof but I don't have the link anymore | started writing: 2011-07-20
Every writer, every creator needs his inspiration. Some find it in the events of daily life (suddenly gaining new perspective, becoming something fresh), some search for it in the complicated human relationships. Some discover it in the beauty of this world, while other prefer making the most out of those ugly, usually brushed off and unspoken aspects of life.
Yunho's no different. He's always liked the idea of a muse, too. A single being becoming the source of one's inspiration; their mere existence - this somehow elusive charm unique to them only that makes it possible.
And if Yunho's works aren't exactly put on the bestseller shelves, then well. He has his readers, he gets his fan letters (sent to his publishing company, never directly to him because he writes under an alias), he earns his money.
Writing erotic novels may not be the most lucrative job that there is, but at least it provides him with stable income. (Sex is always in demand and it always sells.) He doesn't have to worry that his readers will complain that he's burned out, that his ideas are not as fresh anymore.
He doesn't have to but he does anyway. Yunho's always been an perfectionist - he excelled at sports in school, his grades made his parents proud but not overly ambitious for more, he's never let himself become self-content and rest on his laurels.
So instead of being satisfied with what readership he has, he tries some more. He goes researching various kinks and attempts to capture interest of more people without his new novels becoming repelling for people that aren't that adventureous.
It's actually not that easy. Not everything he portrays (rather vividly) in his works suits his own taste and preferences and that's when having a muse helps.
He remembers his job being much harder (and not of the pleasant variety, either) before he met him. Granted, he hasn't really met Yunho back and probably has no clue about his existence but Yunho's never really cared about details much in his private life.
It starts almost like one of his novels could.
Yunho's just changed recently the diner where he ate (never good at cooking himself). His previous favourite hired a new chef and Yunho liked that blond-haired man that you just never knew what to expect from and who worked some serious magic in the kitchen. (And okay, he liked the way he smiled at him and laughed generously at Yunho's little anecdotes about his job, the way he always seemed to linger longer in the kitchen door when the turnout wasn't too big, and how his muscles flexed and shifted under his uniform.) Without him in there, the place just lost its magic (the new chef not even half as good as his predecessor, either).
Yunho's sitting with his laptop open and trying to make the most out of free Internet connection, when the main door open and a group of people come in. He's among them. He's tall, impeccably dressed in a dark coat, his short yet fashionably cut hair not obscuring a gorgeous face with big, doe eyes; high cheekbones, perfect slope of a nose and wide lips curled around a hopeful smile.
Name your price | Homin | AU | 1479 words | PG-13 | inspired by the clip from when Tohoshinki promoted Superstar in Music Japan | started writing: 2011-07-24
Shim Changmin's standing in front of the camera in a small, gaudily painted studio; he's dressed in a long white coat studded with Swarovski crystals of all things, smiling awkwardly and holding what just seconds ago was still a perfectly functional umbrella. Next to him is Yunho (in similar get-up, though lacking a twin smile that was there just before) with a dumbfounded and simultaneously terrified facial expression, which in every other circumstances Changmin would deem hilarious. As it is, it depicts what he himself is feeling a bit too accurately for him to derive enjoyment from it.
While Yunho desperately tries to salvage the umbrella he snatched away from him, Changmin mentally curses Junsu (for having the stupidest ideas ever) and himself (for having actually trusted him) and thinks venomously that he already hates this job.
This isn't how he's imagined his life would look like. He didn't maybe dream big but he had some aspirations - becoming an announcer being the main one. He even had a short affair with entertainment industry when his mother took him for an audition - he got accepted into some famous agency (he can't remember the name anymore) but his father said 'no' and he listened to him like a filial son would. (It helped that he had no interest in such a line of work anyways, too.)
Changmin's really glad that this channel isn't big enough to be broadcasted outside Japan because he's not sure if he wants to know what his father would have to say were he to see him now.
In retrospection, it's all Junsu's fault. If not for him, Changmin would never try this 'scholarship' - it seemed seedy from the start. But Junsu said 'you've got to believe in people more!' and 'you can't miss such a chance - what you've been learning Japanese for, for such a long time? This is your time!'.
He's still not sure what a devil prompted him to choose that moment to become the first one when he actually took his friend's advice but he did.
It was alright, at first. His airplane ticket turned out to be fine, he landed in Japan without problems. Another foreign student picked him up at the airport. Changmin was even lucky enough that the other boy turned out to be Korean as well. And then it all took a nose-dive when Kyuhyun ('a Starcraft genius dabbling in Mathematics' as he introduced himself) asked him 'So, where are you going to live?'.
This way one Shim Changmin learnt that the scholarship conveniently did not, in fact, take care of his lodging, and that, if he wanted to stay in Japan and study like he was supposed to (and not spend his days under the Rainbow Bridge, eating only one meal at the university's canteen), he'd have to find a job, and quick.
At least, 'I'm Korean and I've been scammed' (as Kyuhyun told him one of his hyungs called it) support system worked without a hitch and through Sungmin-hyung-who-heard-it-from-Heechul-hyung he found employment quite soon.
***
This is how he ended up in this cramped room,
***
'I want to become your superstar?' Changmin asks, hoping desperately that he heard wrong.
'Yes, isn't it such a neat idea?' Yoochun, his now-employer, beams at him, his eyes expectant.
'Don't protest,' the other guy mouths at him behind Yoochun's back. (For all Changmin knows, he could be saying 'I love it, too!' but the man's arms crossed in a subtle 'no' gesture make him refrain from answering verbally, and so he settles for what he hopes is curious smile.)
The other guy (Yunho, he learns) gets assigned with him. It's yet one more of Yoochun's bright ideas.
'You're both good-looking and what's better than one good-looking guy in a dashing white suit? Two handsome guys in shining white suits!' Changmin gawks in disbelief at him and Yunho helps him out by gawking some more. (But handsome Yunho is, Changmin must admit. Almost as tall as him; not too lean but not excessively muscled either; with slightly dark complexion and a small face with almond-shaped eyes, elegant slope of a nose and full lips - a beauty mark right above his upper lip. Even mildly unfortunate haircut doesn't ruin the aesthetic picture he makes.)
'All bored old ladies are going to love you! You're like knights rescuing them from their mundane lives with the brilliance that are our products!' Yoochun's words exclaimed with passion bring him back to the less pleasant aspects of (the) reality.
'I think I look more like a half-assed stripper with this see-through shirt, though,' Yunho murmurs, tugging at the transluscent atrocity that's more exposing than covering his chest.
'That's the point, actually. A subtle dash of wilderness - you'll be both gentelmenly and risque at once. It's great, isn't it?' Yoochun answers with what he probably thinks is an assuring expression. To Changmin it looks more like a face of a man who absolutely believes in the bullshit he's spewing and that is what makes him not say anything anymore/comment further. (Lest Yoochun pays him more attention and decides he's more fitting for this outfit. Changmin prefers himself with his nipples in the safe confines of a shirt that actually conceals something, thank you very much.)
Changmin doesn't think it's a good idea to make two newcomers work together but Yoochun's adamant, saying that they are made for each other and that this is fate, so he resigns himself to the thought of seeing Yunho's face everyday. (Honestly, there are worse things he could be seeing on a daily basis - that, plus the way Yunho's broad chest looks like clad in see-through fabrics, so it happens with less begrudging on his part than it normally would.)
He changes his mind after their first day at work together, though.
Put simply, it's a disaster. Yunho's Japanese, while not exactly bad, seems to fail him at the worst moments/least opportune moments, and so, he manages to mispronunce names of almost all products they are presenting.
Changmin himself doesn't fare much better - if at all. He's always been a little awkward, his limbs a bit too gangly and uncoordinated and it's no surprise, really, that it results in damaged goods (he either uses too much strength, not enough, or pushes not where he should).
They keeping missing their cues. They can't synchronise even their greeting!
***
'It'll get better,' Kyuhyun remarks from where he's clicking furiously, trying to beat all his Internet opponents, after Changmin's just spent over twenty minutes complaining how everything about this work - Yunho, Yoochun, the cameraman and himself included, suck.
Changmin recalls the happenings of last few days and he sincerely doubts it.
Needless to say, it doesn't get better.
Yunho still manages to stutter on some of the easiest names and Changmin somehow breaks every product he's assigned to demonstrate.
***
They somehow make it through and Changmin thinks it's finally over when Yunho manages a feat that is tripping over Changmin's legs when he's standing up to wrap it up.
***
Going through new concepts is something natural in their line of job. Even more - it's necessary. Doing it together with Yoochun is a mixture of rapidly dawning horror and disbelief.
'We need something different,' Yoochun says and Changmin couldn't agree more.
'We need something with an impact--,' he continues, and Changmin's already opened his mouth to murmur his assent, when Yoochun adds '--something romantic!'. Changmin's lips stay agape in what he's sure is a rather unsightly visualisation of his utter stupefaction.
'--and then a single tear will roll down your cheek. Maybe we can even coordinate the camera, so it'd show it on a close-up', Yoochun rattles on.
Changmin's a patient man (he really is. Sometimes.) but even he can't take it anymore and he protests with whatever comes to his mind first.
'But scientifically there's no such a thing like a single tear!' he exclaims to Yunho's relief with just a tiniest trace of shock.
Yoochun shakes out of his self-content reverie.
'Who cares about science! You're supposed to be working magic on the viewers not bore them with science.' he spits out and Changmin feels a bit like it's himself that just got insulted.
But struck with a sudden thought he can't help but ask 'Do you think up everything by yourself?' and to his surprise it's the first time when a somehow bashful look appears on his boss' face.
'You know how you always manage to sell something?' and it's Yunho that urges him to go on, curiosity piqued. 'There's this friend of mine... He loves your commercials - God only knows why - and since he's basically what still keeps you afloat, when he comes up with some ideas or concepts, I just use them?'
Going through new concepts is something natural in their line of job. Even more - it's necessary. Doing it together with Yoochun is a mixture of rapidly dawning horror and disbelief.
'We need something different,' Yoochun says and Changmin couldn't agree more.
'We need something with an impact--,' he continues, and Changmin's already opened his mouth to murmur his assent, when Yoochun adds '--something romantic!'. Changmin's lips stay agape in what he's sure is a rather unsightly visualisation of his utter stupefaction.
'--and then a single tear will roll down your cheek. Maybe we can even coordinate the camera, so it'd show it on a close-up', Yoochun rattles on.
Changmin's a patient man (he really is. Sometimes.) but even he can't take it anymore and he protests with whatever comes to his mind first.
'But scientifically there's no such a thing like a single tear!' he exclaims to Yunho's relief with just a tiniest trace of shock.
Yoochun shakes out of his self-content reverie.
'Who cares about science! You're supposed to be working magic on the viewers not bore them with science.' he spits out and Changmin feels a bit like it's himself that just got insulted.
But struck with a sudden thought he can't help but ask 'Do you think up everything by yourself?' and to his surprise it's the first time when a somehow bashful look appears on his boss' face.
'You know how you always manage to sell something?' and it's Yunho that urges him to go on, curiosity piqued. 'There's this friend of mine... He loves your commercials - God only knows why - and since he's basically what still keeps you afloat, when he comes up with some ideas or concepts, I just use them?'
Sound of silence | Jaejoong-centric | 137 words | angst | G | 2011-10-14 | can be treated as a drabble, since I actually meant for it to be one
He calls not knowing if it will get picked up. Not even knowing if it will go through.
The phone number might have been changed since the last silence.
Beep—beep, it goes, undisturbed by anything sans a faraway clock measuring the time to the next rejection.
It cuts off, the two ends of a bridge he never meant to burn still separated with an empty chasm.
He breathes in and then out, slowly, steadily.
Long gone are the times when he would say (and believe) that there were only three fitting reasons for a man to cry.
It’s not to stop the tears, though. Inhale, exhale, eat, laugh, hurt, cry, live.
Breathe in, breathe out in spite of the broken rhythm of always a bit hopeful beep—beep’s of the countless calls that never get answered.
I. Inspired by Yunho's promise to his grandfather. I wanted to expand on it and even had more of this already planned in my head but I guess you shouldn't start writing fic at 4AM - it just doesn't bode too well for its completion.
II. Ah, this one is completely silly. XD Inspired by the nice touch to Before U Go MV that was the fact that the book they used there was actually about about writers of erotic novels or something similar, I don't remember anymore. (Props to amazing people on tumblr that noticed it~!)
The way it was supposed to go: Changmin trips over Yunho's bag/legs (and of course isn't amused by the fact) -> his phone goes off, his name called out (thus Yunho learning it), has to go back to work. Yunho finally finds his muse (and discovers his sort of stalker-ish tendencies as a bonus) while Changmin doesn't really know about his existence sans the diner encounter. There might've been also Changmin finally stumbling upon one of Yunho's novel and being struck with a sense of familiary with that tall, handsome male character with his legs around another man's waist. Then there was an awesome big blank. And yes, once again writing in the middle of the night, which might (or might not) explain crappiness of this all. XD
III. I think this one is my favourite? Though it wouldn't come to life withoutlevels. (In fact I started writing both this and the BUG fic in hope that I'd be able to actually finish one of these and make it an unworthy birthday gift for her, alas... I suck.)
Anyway, I don't dabble in humour often, neither do I in dialogue so this was one was a bit challenging. But very fun to write at the same time. ^^
Why Yoochun as the boss? I don't know, maybe because he's got this famous sleazy image. ♥ And Junsu just had to bea fail of a friendthe one to blame and Jaejoong's role has been decided at before I even started writing this.
IV. Not much on this. Written while travelling by train, since it's like a newly forming habit of mine - writing angsty Jaejoong fics in trains. When the words popped into my head, I knew that I wanted it to be this short right from the start.
II. Ah, this one is completely silly. XD Inspired by the nice touch to Before U Go MV that was the fact that the book they used there was actually about about writers of erotic novels or something similar, I don't remember anymore. (Props to amazing people on tumblr that noticed it~!)
The way it was supposed to go: Changmin trips over Yunho's bag/legs (and of course isn't amused by the fact) -> his phone goes off, his name called out (thus Yunho learning it), has to go back to work. Yunho finally finds his muse (and discovers his sort of stalker-ish tendencies as a bonus) while Changmin doesn't really know about his existence sans the diner encounter. There might've been also Changmin finally stumbling upon one of Yunho's novel and being struck with a sense of familiary with that tall, handsome male character with his legs around another man's waist. Then there was an awesome big blank. And yes, once again writing in the middle of the night, which might (or might not) explain crappiness of this all. XD
III. I think this one is my favourite? Though it wouldn't come to life without
levels. (In fact I started writing both this and the BUG fic in hope that I'd be able to actually finish one of these and make it an unworthy birthday gift for her, alas... I suck.) Anyway, I don't dabble in humour often, neither do I in dialogue so this was one was a bit challenging. But very fun to write at the same time. ^^
Why Yoochun as the boss? I don't know, maybe because he's got this famous sleazy image. ♥ And Junsu just had to be
IV. Not much on this. Written while travelling by train, since it's like a newly forming habit of mine - writing angsty Jaejoong fics in trains. When the words popped into my head, I knew that I wanted it to be this short right from the start.
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