Within Complexity

Genie {Oneshot}

2009-06-30T22:32:00.002-05:00

Title: Genie
Pairings: OnYun (Onew x Yunho)
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I can think of
Genre: Fluff
A/N: It's an odd pairing. I challenged myself to think outside the box as I have gotten so accustom to my "normal" pairings that i love so much (like yoosu). so as part of my challenge i'm pairing up a SHINee member with a DBSK member. In this case I chose the two clumsy adorkables to be together~

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Yunho walked through the hallways of the hospital, his feet already knowing the path they had to take.

As he continued walking he hurried his pace. He had already had to appear calm in front of the Dong Bang Shin Ki members as he had left the house and now the mask was slipping.

The nurses he passed greeted him by name, he had been admitted in so many times, it was odd to find a hospital staff member that didn't know him.

But he wasn't the only celebrity these nurses were having to see constantly.

He saw that the room numbers were getting closer to the number in which the nurse had told him he would be at. Only then did he realize that in his haste to get there he had not gotten neither a teddy bear, flowers, or choclates.

That's how worried he had been as he had seen the accident play on the television, a hundred times worse since the screen was one of those huge plasma screens that made you feel like you were right there, but you weren't there and so Yunho could do nothing as he helplessly watch it happen in front of his eyes. He had been in such a rush to get out of the house that he had forgotten that the gentleman thing to do was to get a 'Get well' present.

He walked up to the door that was slightly ajar and he could hear soft voices.

He quietly observed through the slit, which only allowed the patient on the bed to be viewed.

But Yunho didn't mind his limited view as it was the person on the bed that he had wanted to see. It was that person that held a special place in Yunho's heart and that was constantly in Yunho's thoughts.

'Onew' Yunho thought as he looked at the young, gentle boy that sat awake on the bed, with a small but shining smile and tired, weary eyes that shone with a promise of kindness.

It was like he felt Yunho's caring gaze for at that moment Onew turned his face, his eyes connecting with Yunho.

Now that his presence had been noticed, Yunho softly knocked on the door three times before opening it the rest of the way.

Now that he had a clear view of the room he noticed the rest of the SHINee members and their manager, sitting by Onew.

He felt awkward as all six pair of eyes settled on him. He said his greetings and within his mind he wondered how he could say he wanted to be with Onew alone, without actually having to say, 'I want to be with Onew ALONE .

Thankfully SHINee was made up of brilliant boys, brilliant because they knew what was going on between the two leaders and brilliant because they were willing to help them out.

Wonderful, Helpful Taemin 'unexpectedly' announced he had been attacked with a ferocious hunger and thirst that must be taken care of. Key immediately chimed in that he had been craving something to munch for as well. Minho 'innocently' suggested that they all go down to the Hospital Cafeteria and with a 'helpful' elbow jab from Key, Jonghyun immediately agreed. All the members, excluding Onew of course, got up and dragged their manager with them as they went to the cafeteria 'to get food'.

Leaving Yunho alone with Onew.

Onew smiled at Yunho, and as Yunho felt himself melt he knew it was this smile that won all those Noona's hearts.

"I didn't know you were in South Korea." Onew softly said.

He didn't get further than that as Yunho rushed forward and took him into his arms and held him there, against his chest so that he could fel Onew's heartbeat as a reassurance that Onew really was alright, just like the doctors had tried to inform him.

Onew felt himself relax and let out all the stress as he snuggled up against Yunho, knowing this was the perfect place to be. But he knew that yunho had been worried and felt guilty because he didn't want to cause anyone, not even this beautiful man to worry.

"I'm okay, Yun. It didn't hit me, I promise. Siwon-shii held it up and I only fainted because.. of how it took me by surprise." He knew the last part sounded lame, even to his own ears.

"Remind me to buy that man a bible, It'll make his day."

Onew softly laughed and hoped Yunho wouldn't press further.

"But you're not okay." Yunho spoke. "You keep getting hurt. This "Onew Condition" has gone from teasingly cute to 'giving-me-grey-hairs' bad. I mean, you got clotheeslined by a clotheslined, knocked your teeth off, sprain your ankle on a perfomance, and now this? And don't try to tell me that you just fainted. I talked to the doctors. You fainted because of shock, stress, and lack of sleep." Yunho's tone was a bit harsher than he had intended it but he was frustrated.

Onew oushed himself away from Yunho as he felt tears gather in his eyes and start to stream down. Yunho was mad at him. He hated the fact he was clumsy instead of graceful like people like Minho. He started apolgizing to Yunho, tlling him he would work hard to not dissapoint him and worry him again.

Yunho gathered Onew's face between his two palms and wiped Onew's tears with the pads of his thumbs.

"Jinki, Love, I'm not mad at you. I don't want you to change for the world. I'm mad at myself because I'm not by your side to protect you."

Onew stared at Yunho, knowing Yunho only used his real name when he was serious.

Yunho smiled at how adorable Onew looked and was glad he was all his.

"That' why I'm going to hurry up with all of our Japanese promotions so I can come back home.. to you."

Onew's mouth lifted into a tiny smile. "But you're also clumsy. Won't that be double the trouble?" He teased.

Yunho shrugged and smiled. "I'll make it so all the bad luck comes to me and only I get hurt."

Onew was about to retort something to Yunho's comment but Yunho cut him off by suprise by pressing his lips onto Onew's, a firm yet gentle kiss.

He looked into Onews eyes.

"I can live and survive if I get hurt. It's when you get hurt that I die a little bit inside."

At that moment the voice of SHINee and thier manager rang through the hallway and into the room.

Yunho stood up and thought for a second before leaning close to Onew and whispering something to him.

When SHINee came in they saw a polite Yunho saying his farewell, and a blushing red Onew.

As Yunho walked out he smiled and had to contain the childish notion of pumping his fist into the air. (That would wait until he got home, and then he would include a victory dance. he could be a dork at home.) But he couldn't deny that he was pleased with the idea that had occured to him (although he did have the SNSD dongsaengs to thank.)

He thought back on what he had whispered into Onew's ear.

"I didn't bring you a teddy bear, because you have me to hug. I didn't bring you flowers because you are already more fragrant and more lovely than any flower in the world. And i didn't get you any choclates because the taste of your lips with mine is sweeter than any of them could ever be. My get well present to you, will be three wishes when I come home. Three wishes in wish I will be your Genie and anything you ask of me I will give you. anything.

What Bandaged Fingers Mean {Oneshot}

2009-06-30T22:08:00.003-05:00

Title: What Bandaged Fingers Mean
Author: Sophie Yoru
Pairing: HoMin (Yunho x Changmin)
Length: 1/1
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Warnings: none that I can think of
A/N: No trailer, yet. Dedicated to Aizawa, who convinced me they made a good couple.
Summary: Yunho has been in the USA and is returning to Korea. Changmin has missed him and has been up late at night working on something

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Changmin worked furiously at his desk, his back hunched as he set his whole concentration on the object he held. His fingers worked with speed and accuracy, snipping here and sewing there. The accuracy had come at a cost of thousands of mistakes and of the hours he had spent working on his 'project'.

He froze when he thought he had heard a noise emit from the room next to his. His whole body stayed stiffened as he strained his ears to hear any other noises. As he waited his eyes flickered to his door, checking to make sure he had locked it. He had. When no other noise was heard he nodded quietly to himself and quickly finished what he had been working on.

But the noise had unnerved him and several times his fingers slipped, causing injuries to himself. Finally when he was done he stood up and being as quiet as the dead he put verything away, making sure that he left no trace behind to give clues to what he had been doing.

He then looked down at his hands, analyzed the damage done to them and then with a small sigh, reached for the bandages.

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"Morning~Morning! Wakey~ Wakey!" A squeaky, shrilling singing voice penetrated throughout the quiet house.

Changmin groaned and pulled his pillow around his head, trying to muffle out the dolphin's voice. Waking up was the last thing he wanted to do.

BANG. BANG. BAM. "Owwie!" Junsu's voice cried out from right in front of Changmin's door. "Hey Changmin, why's your door locked?" Junsu asked.

Changmin mentally slapped himself, finding no strength to carry out the action physically. He had meant to unlock the door before falling asleep, but it seem sleep had claimed him first. He turned and tried to dig himself deeper into the covers, hoping the duckbutt would give up and leave him alone.

There was a silence and a small smile crowned Changmin's face as he was about to go back to sleep.

"JAEJOONG! JAE JAE!! UMMA!!" Junsu's voice rose octaves higher, until Changmin could have sworn that it could be hear all throughout Korea. "CHANGMIN HAS HIS DOOR LOCKED!!"

Changmin groaned in frustration.

"UMMA!" Junsu continued to wail. "I THOUGHT YOU SAID THAT'S NOT ALLOWED!!!"

"Gaaah!" Changmin threw his covers and pillow away from him and jumped out of the bed. He unlocked his door and yanked it open, revealing a Junsu that had his mouth opened, ready to continue yelling.

Changmin did not even think twice before one of his socks found their way to Junsu's mouth. He angrily stuffed the sock into shocked, gagging Junsu. "SHUT THE FRIGGIN UP STUPID! THE ONLY DOOR THATS LOCKED IS THE DOOR TO YOUR INTELLIGENCE!!"

"Leave him alone Changmin, don't take it out on Junsu just because you were up late doing who knows what." A sleepy looking Yoochun warned Changmin as he helped Junsu dislodge the dirty sock and rubbed Junsu's back soothingly.

Changmin could not retort anything and stormed back into his room, slamming the door. He did not want them to ask him about what HAD kept him up.

Out on the hallway yoochun led Junsu to the bathroom and handed him a toothbrush and toothpaste. "He just misses Yunho." Yoochun murmurred as he watched Junsu scrub his mouth clean.

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Yunho contained a yawn as he exited the airplane. A stewardess had to chase him down to give him his luggage. Yunho had blinked from his beneath his glasses and then apologize to the woman before continuing on to a taxi. One on the taxi he relaxed and a small smile graced his face as he told himself he was back home.

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Changmin's fingers drummed the desk impatiently as his eyes practically threw lase rbeams at the digital clock that was in front of him. He would be home soon.

He glanced down at his fingers and smiled. He didnt mind the bandages around them, it had been worth it.

He heard the doorbell ring and he stood up quickly, knocking down the chair to the ground. He didn't waste time picking it back up and instead rushed out of his room, already knowing who it was.

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Yunho braced himself as the three members crowded around him, their faces all enthusiastic with his return. But his eyes brushed past them, looking for the fourth member.

Junsu and Jaejoong pulled him towards the living room and settled him down on the couch, with them quickly sitting besdie him.

"So how was America?" Junsu asked, bouncing up and down, showing his joy.

"Not Korea." Yunho said. 'Not home, not where he was.' he thought and he sighed without realizing it.

"Are you tired?" Jaejoong asked him. "The management scheduled you for a radio show, along with me and Changmin, but if you tired I could -"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Yunho assured him. 'I'll be spending time with him, what is more important than that?'

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Changmin ran into the living room, his long legs almost tangling up with themselves in his rush to get to him. He felt his heart give a beg squeeze within his chest as he saw him sitting between Junsu and Jaejoong on the couch.

"Yunho."

Yunho looked up and smiled, getting up from the couch and opening up his arms, an invitation.

Changmin rushed into the strong, warm arms of the man he had missed with all of his heart. Yunho's arms tightened around him, holding him closer in their embrace.

Changmin's own arms wrapped themselves around Yunho, never wanting to let go, never wanting to say good bye to him again, for whatever reason. He burrowed his face into Yunho's neck, inhaling Yunho's sweet musky scent.

This felt right. This was what he had been looking for all these days. He wished a fool's wish and wished time could stop on this moment.

"Changmin!" Jaejoong' shcoked voice broke that fragile wish, reminding Changmin that those kind of wishes were impossible.

"What happened to your hands?" Jaejoong asked.

'Drat.' Changmin had been so excited with Yunho' return that he had been careless about hiding his bandaged hands.

As Yunho pulled away from Changmin, having heard Jaejoong' concerned question, Changmin tried to pull his hands to where no one could see them, in a desperate attempt to say 'nothing is wrong, you're seeing things.'

But Yunho's hands found his arms and Yunho used his steel grip to prevent Changmin from doing such things.

Yunho brought his hands up, so they could all see. Changmin heard Junsu's gasp, the overreacting duckhead, and saw the smile on Yunho's face slip into a frown.

"It's just some cuts." Changmin tried to sound indifferent so it wouldn't become a big deal.

Jaejoong though was not about to let him be. He appeared right beside Yunho and took Changmin's hands from Yunho so he could scrutinize them himself, his dainty face showing his displeasure. "It's not just some cuts, its a lot of them! And your fingers are all swelled up!"

Changmin yanked his hands away. Jaejoong said it like it was a bad thing. Changmin was actually proud of the stat his fingers were in. They showed the hard work he had put to use. He felt his stomach churn when Jaejoong turned to Yunho and placed his hand on Yunho's arm.

A bit too affectionately.

"Maybe we should let Changmin stay home tomorrow, so the swelling can go down." Jaejoong suggested to the leader-shii.

Yunho said nothing, a frown still on his face and deep in his own thoughts.

Jaejoong playfully shoved Yunho, making him snap out of his reverie. "I'm sure the radio won't mind." Jaejoong continued, thinking the frown was because Yunho did not agree. "Beside's we could make it a YunJae Radio Special."

Changmin felt his mouth open. He knew it was childish but he was tired and cranky. He had missed his Yunho. He had been looking forward to this day ever since he saw Yunho step into the airplane to go to the USA. And he had worked hard, endlessly at night. And now his Yunho was angry at him for stupid swollen fingers and Jaejoong wanted a YunJae Radio Special when Changmin had been planning on spending Yunho's first day with him?

He gritted his teeth and turned around angrily. He stormed back to his room, slamming the poor abused door and falling into his bed, his eyes blinking so he wouldn't cry.

It was most deffinetly so, childish. But he had cried himself to sleep so many times feeling lonely, with only a forlorn, raggedy Bambi by his side.

Bambi. Changmin lifted his head and stared at Bambi and what he had worked so hard on. He felt bitter and reached out to take the object he had made and stood up, thinking it now stupid, it reminding him of being childish and anting to get rid of it.

But as he was walking across the room and toward the wastebasket the door opened and Yunho walked in.

Changmin froze, turning his body so he would shield what he held in his hands from Yunho's gaze.

Yunho came in alone and once the door was closed again, he stood there, observing Changmin.

"That was a bit childish, storming out of the living room. If something disturbed you, you should have told us, don't you think so Changmin-shii?"

What was up with him addressing him so formally? Changmin looked at Yunho's face. He was acting like U-know, TVXQ's leader, instead of Yunho, Changmin's best friend and lover.

So he was mad at him. Changmin hid his fear by being rude. "Well, what's it to you?" He retorted back. "If you don't mind I'd like to get some sleep for tomorrow's radio show. I'm so sorry to dissapoint the fans but there won't be any YunJae Special tommorow."

"Is that why you're mad?" Yunho asked and sighed. Changmin hated how the sigh and the stance Yunho took reminded him of a scolding parent and a child.

"What if it is? You're mad at me too, so what difference does it make?"

"I'm mad at you?" Yunho sounded suprised. "And how the hell did you come up with that one?"

"You're tone. And your face. When Jaejoong pointed out my fingers you got mad at me. Don't try to deny it, I saw you're face."

Yunho sighed again, but this time he sounded exhausted. He pushed his hair back and Changmin noticed how tired he looked. He felt a twinge of guilt.

Yunho sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Changmin. "I'm not mad at you, Changmin."

"I said don't try to deny i-"

"Im mad at myself." Yunho's statement caused Changmin to close his mouth, dumbfounded. "I feel like I fail you when I see that you're hurt and I wasn't there to prevent you from being hurt."

"Oh, Yunho." Changmin walked to Yunho and hugged him, forgetting about what he held.

"I don't think I could ever be mad at you, Changmin. Frustrated, yes, especially when you get those silly YunJae notions of yours. YunJae may I remind you is make-believe, HoMin on the other hand, " Yunho paused his hands reaching out to grab Changmin's. "Is Real."

Yunho pulled Changmin close to him, and gave him a soft, gentle kiss.

Changmin's face got red, but it was his lips that still burned with the sensation.

"Oh? What's this?" Yunho asked as he took the object from Changmin.

Changmin's eyes widened and he tried to get it back, not wanting to embarress himself. Yunho though held the animal out of changmin's reach as he looked at it.

"Is this bambi?" Yunho asked looking at Changmin, curiously.

"Y-Yes, uhh I mean N-no! I mean.. It is bambi but it isn't your duaghter bambi, its.." Changmin paused, a bit uncomfortable.

Yunho gave a whistle of appreciation. "Did you make this Changmin? Is that why you're fingers are all-"

"Yeah." Changmin softly said.

"It's really good, it looks like a real Bambi. You have talent Changmin!" Yunho said.

Changmin smiled warily. "Really?" He asked. "Because... It's for you."

Yunho looked at Changmin quietly which made Changmin start getting nervous.

"I'm not trying to replace your bambi!" He quickly defended himself afraid that Yunho would feel insulted. "It's just I was thinking that I could keep your bambi when you're not with me and you could keep the new bambi, and think of... me." He finished lamely and ducked his head.

"I know you're not trying to replace my daughter," Yunho said and softly made Changmin look into his eyes. "I'm happy because You've made me my new daughter, an addition to OUR family. You won't mind if I call it Minnie?"

Changmin shook his head, happy that Yunho had liked the welcome back present.

"Good. Now how about we test our new snuggle baby and snuggle together for a nap?" Yunho asked and Changmin could tell by his weary voice that Yunho was truly tired.

So he nodded and he snuggled next to Yunho, falling asleep.

And just as he was about to drift into dreamland he remembered the other two objects in his desk and smiled mischievously. If Junsu tried to mess with his sleep again... or Jaejoong tried to actually make YunJae happen, the two voodoo dolls within his drawers would provide amusement.

He giggled and allowed himself to fall asleep, feeling that even though time would never stop, that as long as he had Yunho by his side he wouldn't mind.
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Series: '7:07 am' Chapter: Windows of Sentiments

2009-06-25T12:57:00.008-05:00

Title: 7:07 AM
Author: Sophie Yoru ©2008
Pairing: YunJae, KiMin, and one sided HoMin
Length: 3/3
Genre: angst, supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language and mention of firearms as well as drugs and death.
Poster Credit: bluesnow from moonlight-mysteries
Notes: No trailer for this one as I just barely completed this. ^^ IMPORTANT: in the first account i posted this i first wrote 7:07 AM and then wrote its prequel and then it's sequel. But in this account i am going to put the prequel first.
Teaser: Yunho: used to be rich young man but he gav all his money away to get his 'Boo' back from kidnappers. He used to be a strong, man with a bad temper...
KEYWORDS: used to be...
Jaejoong: poor boy. Was once filled with aspirations and dreams. was once never afraid of others. once he was passionate and cared about others.
KEYWORDS: was once...
but no longer...

The past: Jaejoong was Yunho's boyfriend. Yunho was super rich. It was then to be expected.
Jaejoong was kidnapped.
He was kept in a room filled with shadows and tortured in every way imaginable.
Because it had not just been a normal kidnapping, the kidnapper had had a grudge against Yunho.
Yunho went crazy looking for his lover.
He willingly gave up all his money.
But when his Jaejoong appeared once more...
it was no longer HIS jaejoong..
but a jaejoong that held no feelings, no emotion.
A jaejoong that had locked himself away from the world.
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Changmin stood silently watching the figure.

His task would soon come to an end. Then he could go back to living his life.

How he would have liked to get it over right this moment, but it was not time. ‘Not Yet. Not Yet.’

He turned and forced himself to walk away, to place one foot after another, distancing himself from the figure.
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Changmin sat on the rooftop, on the edge. His eyes were close, and his face was upturned, breathing deeply in the cold air. The light layer of snow on his body and the tinge of frost on his long black eyelashes hinted on how long he had been out.

‘Changmin, is it not time for you to head inside?’

Changmin shifted slightly but did not open his eyes.

‘Changmin, you are human. You have already been out for a long, long time.’

Changmin’s lips quivered as he opened them and a cloud puffed out of his mouth. “I thought for you there was no sense of time. Nothing is too long or too short, you have an infinite measures of it, whereas mine are counted so why is it you that worries?”

‘Changmin, your body is not invincible, at this rate, in the condition that I see you-”

Changmin’s breath hitched. “Is it truly me you worry about or is it the fact that if something happens to me then my task will be incomplete and you will forever wander without a hope of meeting Jaejoong? Eh Yunho?” Changmin turned, the snow on him falling to the ground having been disturbed.

Yunho stood in the middle of the rooftop and stared at Changmin with deep, mournful brown eyes.

‘Changmin…’ His body trembled and slowly faded away. ‘Oh, Changmin…’

Changmin stayed, watching where Yunho had stood and then finally bowed his head in shame. “I’m sorry Yunho” He whispered. He got off the edge and stiffly walked back to his apartment where he landed onto his bed.

His digital clock blinked a him. 7:20 am.

Just like the past days, weeks, months….. Yunho would show up on 7:07 am.

It wasn’t surprising since that had been the time of his death.
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How did this start?
Why him of all people?
Why?

He didn’t need anyone to answer the question. He knew it himself he just wished it wasn’t him.

He wished it hadn’t been him that had been the third wheel. Yunho’s best friend. Yunho’s secret admirer. Yunho’s best man.

The tears sarted cascading as the memories came. How he had known Yunho longer than Jaejoong had. How Yunho had been his best friend and yet once Jaejoong had enter the picture how effortlessly Yunho had pushed him away to run after his ‘Boo’.

And how in the marriage he had to stand there, a plastic smile plastered on his face as he saw the man he loved marry another.

And then tragedy had struck. Jaejoong had been kidnapped. But when Changmin had tried to let Yunho lean on him Yunho had pushed him away angrily throwing in his face that he if he could not help find Jaejoong then he was of no help and to leave him alone. How hurt he had been? How in love with that man that he spent all his time trying to find information on Jaejoong’s whereabouts.

And when Jaejoong had been found, Yunho had stilled pushed everyone away, even when everyone could see that the state that Jaejoong was in was slowly killing Yunho as well.

And finding out that Yunho had killed himself for Jaejoong? The bitter howling he had given, the way he had broken down. They had told him that Jaejoong had been found dead in the waiting are, and they believed that he died at the same time Yunho had.

Of course. Even in death Yunho would belong to Jaejoong. Yunho had never been his and never would.

And yet he had hoped to believe that it was because Yunho had seen Changmin’s suffering that Yunho’s spirit had come to him.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t.

Wrenching sobs shook his body as he screamed into a pillow, the tears dampening it.
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Yunho stood at the doorway of the room, his brown eyes painfully observing Changmin.

‘Mianhe. Mianhe.’

Yunho closed his eyes, his form fading.

He hated himself for what he was making Changmin go through…
But the one he loved and would forever love was Jaejoong.

He was the reason Yunho was doing all of this.
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The day passed, the hours went. Changmin layed in bed, half unconscious. His body was shaking, sweating and yet he felt unbearably cold. A wry smile was on his face. So Yunho had been right. Being outside for so long had brought some consequences.

A dry, raspy laugh escaped from Changmin at the same time a tear slid down. “Mianhe, Yunho. It seems that You’ll have to put seeing you jae off for a bit more.” He laughed again and ended up choking.

He struggled to regain his breath, breathing heavily. His mouth felt parched, his throat sore. A fever raged on Changmin’s body and although his body was fighting the virus, it was losing.

“How ironic,” Changmin raspe dout as he twisted and turned in his bed, struggling to find rest. How ironic if he happened to die.

What would happen to him? Would he be like Yunho, wandering about until what he needed to be done was done so he could rest I peace? Or would he be like Jaejoong wherever Jae might be?

Should he be praying to God to let him die? So that he could be released from helping Yunho reunite with his Jae? Or should he be hoping for the fever to break so that the one he loved, Yunho could find his happiness?

Why him? What had he done to be put in this situations over and over again?
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Kibum was in his clinic, finishing some last minute paper work.

‘Changmin.’

Kibum jumped, startled. He looked around trying to see where the voice had come from.

But no one was there. No one should be there. It was closed, Kibum had closed the doors himself and he was the last one in the building.

‘Changmin!’ he heard the voice again but this time iot spoke with more frequency.

Kibum could still see nobody.

But whoever it was it was warning him. Changmin needed him. Changmin was in danger.

He grabbed his coat and keys in a hurry and as he raced out of the door he pulled out his cellphone and called Changmin, praying that the voice he was hearing was just him going crazy and Changmin was fine.
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He heard an irritating ring in the distance but when he opened his eyes all he saw was a haze. He tried to get up but breathing was already an arduous task.

The ringing continued.
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Kibum found Changmin, laying in his bed, covered in sheets of sweat and shivering, his eyes lost in their focus.

“Changmin!”

He hurried to the man.
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He made it through.

Changmin laid on the hospital bed an IV hooked up to his arm and a machine monitoring his body.

Complications.

His eyes traveled to the clock that was on top of the door. Its hands pointed at 6:55 AM.

Yunho would be appearing soon.

And how would he react?

With relief, relief to know that the plan was still in action.

The door swung open and Kibum entered.

Kibum… his savior. Changmin stared at the man. The doctor that had not saved Yunho. The doctor he had punched, had taken his rage out as he screamed in the hospital, first begging, then demanding that Yunho be brought back to life.

Changmin turned his head not wanting to stare at the doctor.

“Changmin, I’m glad that you are alright.” Kibum spoke soflty as he approached the patient.

Changmin scoffed. His eyes turned to lookat Kibum with cold dislike. “Why did you barge into my house? Don’t you know that’s invasion of privacy?”

Kibum’s smile slipped away. “Changmin, you should be happy that I did or else you might not be here alive. Be glad that I thought you were in trouble.”

“Did you ask me if I wanted to live? And how the hell would you know whenever I’m in trouble?!”

Kibum frowned. “I- I heard a voice..” He admitted.

A voice? Changmin immediately thought of Yunho. ‘Gosh darn it Yunho!’ of course Yunho would interfere. Of course.

What Changmin had said finally sank into Kibum‘s mind.

“What?!” he yelled shocking ‘/Changmin that had been in his own thoughts.

“What do you mean if I asked you if you want to live?!”

“Exactly What I said! For all you know I might have wanted to die!! And if Yunho hadn’t warned you-”

“Yunho?! Changmin, Yunho is dead! D-E-A-D! Dead! Why must you always let your life revolve around him?”

Changmin struggled to sit up. “How would you know if My life revolves around him? What does it matter to you?!”

“Do you think I’m stupid?” Kibum’s voice became a soft serious tone. “Do you think that I wouldn’t have heard about you and you’re snooping around for information on Jaejoong’s kidnapping?”

Changmin gritted his teeth and tried to control his voice. “Why would I do that? I loved Yunho not Jaejoong. What do I care about his case?”

Kibum stared at Changmin, pity in his eyes. “You tell me that Changmin. You look me straight in my eyes and tell me that the reason you are investigating that case is not because you wish to see revenge for what they did to Yunho’s lover. Stare at me into my eyes and LIE!”

Changmin opened his mouth but the words would not come out. “I HATE YOU!!” He finally screamed.

“GET OUT OF THIS ROOM! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” His hands curled around a pitcher of water and he flung it at Kibum.

Kibum stood there and let the pitcher hit the wall and shatter. He let the fragments of it fall on him. He let the water drench him. He stood there, just like he had the day that Yunho had died and let Changmin take it out on him.

Changmin crumpled into the bed, sobbing.
“I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”

Kibum turned and left.
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‘Changmin.’ Soft hand caressing his hair. Changmin closed his eyes.

‘Changmin.’ The voice called to him again.

Changmin gave up and turned. “What is it Yunho?” He asked his eyes puffy.

Yunho traced Changmin’s eyes. “Changmin…”

Changmin turned his head not wanting to look into the sad, warm brown eyes. “I know. I know. Don’t get sick again. Don’t let anything get in the way of this task. I know. I know.”

‘I’m sorry Changmin. If there was anyone else… But only you can see me.. There must be a reason for that..’

“A reason?” Changmin buried his face into his hands. “Why Yunho why? Why did I have to fall in love with you? Why? Why could you not love me back? Why did you have to die? Why am I so cursed?”

Yunho stood from the bed. There was no indention left in the place where he had sat. He walked towards the window and looked out at the pale grey sky.

He didn’t know but that’s how things were. Just like when he had died he had felt Jaejoong beside him inexplicably. And just as soon he had felt himself torn from Jaejoong just as he had reached for Jaejoong’s hand.

How he had found himself seeing flashes of Jaejoong’s memories.
Of darkness.. And pain.

And how he had realized that he had to have all the pain of Jaejoong repaid. He held no vengeful feelings within him. He just knew. There was a balance to things in life and fate had put him and Changmin to make things right on Jaejoong’s behalf.

Only then could Yunho meet Jaejoong on the other side. Only then could he feel Jaejoong’s love once more.

Changmin had taken his head out of his hands and had been staring at Yunho who was staring out into the world.

His heart hurt as he looked at the handsome man looking out.

“I will help you. I won’t break my promise the day you explained ti me.”he whispered.

Yunho turned and looked at Changmin with his mournful eyes.

“Thank you.”
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Kibum watched as Changmin checked out of the hospital. He watched a the man walked away.
Changmin looked through the papers, his lip curling in disgust as he read all the information his people had been able to find on the man that had kidnapped Jaejoong.
There was no doubt that this was the guy.

As Changmin looked through the papers, he felt the air around him shift. His body trembling he took a glance at the clock.

7:07 am

Yunho glided nearer to him, and Changmin could feel his presence behind him.

Changmin slipped out a snapshot he had managed to get his hands on. “Is this him, Yunho?” He asked, needing a confirmation.

There was silence as Yunho brought back all the memories and feelings he had been able to grasp from Jaejoong. Within the collection he found his answer, as a strong wave of emotion shook him.

“…Yes..”

Changmin nodded. “The time draws near then.” Changmin blinked his eyes rapidly. “Soon, Yunho, you will be with your Jaejoong.” Changmin choked softly but he had to continue even if it broke his heart. “And Jaejoong will have his Yunho back.”

Yunho bent, his arms wrapping around Changmin, his head resting on Changmin’s shoulder.

“Thank you.”

Changmin bit his lip, struggling not to emit any sobs. Small droplets of tears fell.

“Anything for you.”
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“So he has kept investigating about this man?” Kibum asked as he looked out of the window of the clinic.

“I see. Sorry to inconvenience you further, but may I please have a copy of all the papers you sent him?”

“Thank you.” Kibum hanged up and idly played with his cell phone as he was deep in thought.

Why could Changmin not let the past go? Why could he not let go of Changmin?

He put the phone to the side and opened a drawer to his desk. There, he withdrew a picture frame of four smiling boys.

Changmin, Yunho, Jaejoong, and himself, Kibum.

How strange fate was. How cruel.

He had met Changmin when his friend Jaejoong had started dating a young man named Yunho.

And he had, a surprise to himself, fallen in love with the tall, serious young man that was Yunho‘s own best friend.

But no matter how persistent he had been in his wooing of Changmin, Changmin had always turned him down. Always telling him that he loved someone else.

Someone named Yunho.

It wasn’t until the YunJae wedding that Kibum discovered who it was that held Changmin’s heart.

He remembered feeling a sense of helplessness as he had held a crying, sobbing Changmin within his arms, minutes before the ceremony.

How he had helped wiped those crystal tears and helped Changmin look presentable in the ceremony itself, helping him fool others of his fake cheerfulness.

And then Changmin had cut off ties with him.

Completely. Utterly.

And Kibum’s pride had been too much to get down on his knees and beg the Yunho to tell him where he was.

He could not, He would not beg the man whom he knew was the one Changmin loved.

So Kibum had buried himself in work, in his new job as one of the youngest doctors at the Seoul hospital. As he buried himself he himself cut off all ties with his life outside of work, until time passed in which he had talked to Yunho and Jaejoong.

So when Jaejoong was kidnapped… He knew nothing of it. He knew not how frantic Yunho was and he knew nothing of what Changmin went through, although now he could manage to imagine it.

He didn’t even know when Jaejoong was found, or the struggling years Yunho spent trying to help his lover.

He might have gone on in life never knowing, a life that although boring, although without shine, would have been a peaceful life.

But cruel, sadistic fate would have none of that. It played its cards reigning him back into all of it. It brought all of his old life, with new horrors on a stretcher, where a young man laid, his body intoxicated with an overdose of pills.

And although Kibum had tried, (oh how he had tried!) he was unable to help the man and the man died.

Not just any man… but Yunho.

Kibum’s reunion with Changmin was anything but what he had secretly wished for, what he had secretly dreamt of.

Kibum snapped out of his reverie and stood. He walked about the clinic, where he had started working after he had quit the hospital the same day Yunho’s funeral had been held.

As he walked outside to breathe some fresh air, his mind wandered back to Changmin.

He wanted to help him. He wanted to help him forget, help him get over the incidents life had made them go through.

And once he helped Changmin lay the past behind him… He hoped that he could help Changmin start a new path, a new life… and maybe, hopefully, be able to stay by his side this time around.

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And time’s hands budged a bit forward. And within this budge, as the days past,

Kibum received the papers and decided what he would do.

Changmin finalized his plans.
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It was time.

Changmin carefully made his way through the eerie graveyard.

What a perfect place to end this. A perfect place to restore the balance.

He had managed to entice the man to come. He had tempted him with the offer of money.

The man’s fault if he believed everything Changmin told him. His error if he thought Changmin was meeting him in this cemetery to do some drug dealing. A consequence of his greed for actually coming alone.

For coming to his death. Changmin would merely aid him into going to it faster.

‘Is he here Yunho?’

‘..Yes’ a soft breeze whispered to him.

Sure enough, a few feet away, there stood the man. The man that had been business partners with the Jungs. The man that had backed out of a business deal believing that it was going to fail. The man that had left the parents of Yunho scrambling to keep everything afloat.

And when the deal had pulled through and made the Jung family rich he had been the man that had returned to demand some of the money.

Changmin looked at the man with disgust. Here stood the man that had been the brain of Jaejoong’s kidnapping. The man that had caused the death of Yunho because of his evil deeds and his black hearted greed.

It was time for Fate to serve its justice.

All the time that had been spent tracking this one man and now in a short time it would be all over.

Changmin’s hand briefly touched the cold metal within his jacket before he continued to move forward.
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“What?” Kibum’s breath quickened in sync with his heart beat as his man told him that Changmin had gone to a graveyard, alone.

Alone except for another man, who his guy had identified as the kidnapper of Jaejoong, The Jung’s ex-business partner., a man that went by the name of Hun

“Why is he alone? Don’t let him get hurt!” Kibum spoke as he hurried out of his office.

But his man was too afraid to get closer. If Hun saw him there was more probability that he would pull out a gun and shoot Changmin.

It was common knowledge that Hun brought guns to every meeting he ever attended.

As Kibum ran to his car and speeded of to the cemetery he feared it was common knowledge, that Changmin might have overlooked.
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The silver barrel was pointing brazenly towards him. Fingers softly caressed the trigger.

“You didn’t think I was really stupid, boy now did you?”

Changmin said nothing, but his gaze burned with hate.

Hun threw spit from the side of his mouth. “You didn’t think I’d realize when someone was snooping around, poking their nose where it don’t belong?”

“No I knew you would find out.” Changmin finally spoke, his eyes never leaving Hun’s face.

Never leaving the face, although the mouth of the gun was pointing directly towards him.

A gun that could go off in any second.

“Heh.” Hun snorted. “thought you’d play the hero didn’t you? Thought you could get revenge on your poor little dead friends?”

Changmin’s eyes widened..

“Yes, I knew about that. I knew you were friends with the Jung’s bastard of a son.”

Changmin’s eyes desperately tried to focus on Hun. Let the foolish man believe he was shocked about him knowing his relations with Yunho. Let the man believe whatever

Just don’t let the man see Kibum.

A fast approaching Kibum.

“I guess I underestimated you.” Changmin said, trying to sound defeated.

From the corner of his eye he could see Kibum, fastly coming towards them.

He bit his lip.

‘Yunho, please help me stall Kibum, I don‘t want him to interfere… he might get hurt. We’re so close…’

He felt a small breeze before it was gone.

So close, so close. Let them get this over with.

Kibum hurried, his safety nowhere in his mind.
He only cared about Changmin’s wellbeing. That was all that mattered.

‘Stop.’

Kibum froze. That could not be his man, for Kibum had knocked him out as soon as he had arrived. (he had known his man would not let him go towards Changmin and he would let no one try to stop him from protecting Changmin.)

Who’s voice had it been that spoke? Was he losing his mind?

If so this was not the best time to start going insane. He’d rather wait until Changmin was out of harm’s way then he did not mind what happened to him.

He continued to walk hurriedly towards the figures, already having pulled out the gun that had been on his man.

‘Stop.’ The voice came again and Kibum’s eyes grew large as he saw the air before him quiver and slowly apparition of a man began to take form.

“Y-Yunho?” He managed to choke out.

‘Please stop there.’

Kibum gritted his teeth. “You’re not really there. You’re pure imagination.” He then proceeded to walk past Yunho.

Yunho reached out his arm blocking Kibum’s way.

‘Stop. Let Changmin finish what must be done.’

Kibum felt a cold force hit his chest as he attempted to keep walking. It collided with his warm body and he felt himself fall unto the ground.

He looked up, his eyes wide and his hand rose unconsciously to touch the spot where he had felt the cold pressure. “Let Changmin finish?” He repeated a bit dazed.

Yunho bent down, squatting so that he could be eye level with Kibum, who hadn’t gotten up.

‘Kibum, we were never close. But you were Jae’s best friend. I beg you to understand. I need my Jae and he needs me.’

Kibum felt strange responding but he felt anger rising within his chest. “And how do you drag Changmin into that equation? You’re both dead Yunho so you have what you need, you can both be together.”

Yunho bent his head for a second before looking back up at Kibum. ‘If only it were that easy. Things must be restored to balance before I can be by Jae’s side again.’

“Set to balance?” Realization sunk in. Kibum shot up, enraged. He reached out to grab Yunho by the collar. As his fingers enclosed around Yunho, Kibum fought the abnormal feeling as he shook Yunho.

“And you want Changmin to do the work for you? You bastard! You know how he feels for you don’t you? And you utilized it to make him kill Hun for you! How long have you known he liked you? Did you know before you died?! Did you know as you dated Jaejoong? Did you know as you spoke your vows that your best man loved you?!!”

Yunho allowed himself to be shaken as a rag doll. He knew he could have made himself shift so that Kibum’s hands would go right through him but he hadn’t, knowing that Kibum needed to release the anger that had built up for a long time.

Yunho looked straight into Kibum’s eyes. ‘I care for Changmin, but.. It it is only friendship, a love between brothers.’

“You care for him? You’re putting his life on the line! Just to get your revenge you are willing to allow him to die!”

Yunho’s jaw line went taut. Is arms went uo and slowly slid Kibum’s hands off from him. ‘I have never intended for Changmin to hurt. Never. Just like I could not rule my heart I cannot rule Fate. What must be done, must be done.’

“Bullshit.” Kibum spat from the side of his mouth, his eyes burning. “All that your speaking is bullshit. I don’t care if you need Changmin to help you. Find someone else I won’t let Changmin die. Even if I have to go against fa-” Kibum froze, his words choking on his throat, never making their way out of his mouth.

While Yunho and him had been talking the man had set his catch back and his fingers had enclosing on the trigger, about to pull it back.

Kibum felt as if he was right there, he could even hear Hun speaking clearly.

“You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into when you messed with me. Give your friends a greeting boy, because this day is your last.”

“No.” Kibum breathed out. “No.. No NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He felt his body launch off, running.

He could not lose Changmin. He could not bear to see Changmin pale with dead. He would not allow it.

His speed that day was like never before and yet it felt like everything was going in slow motion as he pushed his body to its limits, needing to save Changmin.

He didn’t even know how Hun didn’t hear him. Or maybe he did. Maybe he did but he was taken by such surprise that Kibum was able to pass him and head for Changmin.

But Hun recovered from the shock and snarling pulled the trigger just as Kibum enveloped Changmin into his arms, his back facing Hun.

As the shot ranged out, Kibum knew there was no way he could avoid the bullet. But he would not regret this. He would rather it be him shot and dead than his Changmin.

Kibum closed his eyes.
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Yunho looked towards the scene, his eyes unreadable. He made no move.

Fate had to run its course.
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There was no pain. Had the bullet hit one of his vital organs that he had died upon being hit?

Kibum slowly opened his eyes, not knowing what to expect.

It surely wasn’t the sight that greeted him.

Changmin’s shocked brown pool of eyes stared straight into his own.

“I’m alive?” Kibum whispered shakily. His fingers slowly went to check his pulse.

It was beating strong and healthy.

Kibum anxiously looked down, afraid tht he had not managed to protect Changmin. He ran his hands through the young boy but found no injury.

With a burst of relief, Kibum held Changmin tightly against him. “Oh thank God you’re alright!” He cried softly, burying his face on Changmin’s neck as his body shook.

He was like that for a second before something dawned on him.

He had heard a bullet, he was sure of it.

But if it hadn’t hit him or Changmin then who had it hit?

Kibum let go of Changmin and turned his head and gagged at the sight that greeted him.

“The gun was jammed.” Changmin spoke from behind Kibum.

“I wasn’t stupidly barging into things I didn’t know about. I knew that I had to help Yunho no matter what. Hun had a weakness and that was guns. I had someone discreetly supply him a rare gun and he took it without really doing a backup check on it. Then I made sure it would get jammed after it’s third shooting.”

“Third?” Kibum choked out, tearing his eyes away from the bloody mess that was left of Hun. He turned to look at Changmin incredulously.

“Third?!” He repeated a bit more hysterically. “Hod did you know that he would have already shot two previous shots? How did you know that it would be you that would be lying down in the ground?!”

“Hun always fires his gun twice to check them.”

“Are you stupid?! What if he hadn’t?!” Kibum marched over to Changmin and once again pulled him roughly into an embrace. “I know you have never reciprocated my feelings Changmin but do you have nay idea what your death would do to me?” He asked, his body shaking as he felt his eyes fill with water.

Changmin stood frozen, not embracing Kibum but not pushing him away.

‘Changmin.’

“Yunho!” Changmin struggled out of Kibum’s grasp.

Kibum felt a bitter lump on his throat. Of course. It would never be him, It would always be Yunho. He turned and started to walk away, dissapoinment settling into him again

‘Changmin…’ Yunho took a step towards Changmin.

Changmin looked into Yunho’s eyes and knew.

‘Thank you.’

Changmin gave out a small whimper and ran to Yunho, hugging him tightly.

‘oh, Changmin.’ Yunho softly said as he hugged his dongsaeng. ‘What will I do with you?’ He softly chided.

“I did it, Yunho.” Changmin blinked knowing the tears were already making their way. “and now you’ll see your Jae. And now you’ll be happy.”

‘Yunho?’ a soft voice lightly called.

Changmin felt Yunho freeze in his arms and then slowly break away.

‘Jaejoong?’

The air neared them shimmered as Jae appeared.

‘Yunho.’ It was no longer a question but a confirmation.

There were no more words spoken between the two. They just stared into each other’s eyes and a million thoughts were passed.

Changmin took a step back, knowing that he was the outsider.

Jaejoong extended his hand out towards Yunho. Just as Yunho was about to take it he remembered Changmin and turned around.

“Go.” Changmin said.

‘..But what about you?’ Yunho asked.

“What about me? I am not the one in your heart, he is. Go Yunho and be happy.”

Yunho smiled and that smile was like the warm, soft rays of the sunlight. He reached out and took Jaejoong’s hands, their fingers curling together fitting perfectly.

‘You know Changmin, I am no longer the only one in your heart either.’ Yunho softly said as he started to shimmer away.

Changmin looked at him startled and scared.

Jaejoong smiled softly at Changmin. ‘Don’t be scared to open your heart again, Changmin. Just because you have been hurt once doesn’t mean you’ll never find the right one. In fact,’ Jaejoong gave a light chuckle ‘it seems that you took so long in looking again that fate had to pull strings to bring him back to you.’

“him?”

Jaejoong and Yunho disappeared.

“him?” Changmin repeated and remembered how even though he knew the gun was jammed his chest had still constricted when he had seen Kibum coming near them. And how he had felt his heart give a jump when Kibum had knocked into him, wanting to protect him.

“Him.” Changmin slipped out a photograph and looked at it for the last time.

It was of him and Yunho…

He let the wind carry it away as he turned to where he had seen Kibum walking off.

He was going to trust once more. Even if he wasn’t sure he was willing to try.

“Kibum ah!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. “Kibum ah!”

A lone walking figure paused and turned his head.

“Kibum ah!” Changmin reached him and reached for his hand.

Kibum looked shocked and glanced at Changmin, worried.

“It’s over. He’s gone.” Changmin softly said, tears filling his eyes and a bitter smile on his face. “But, life will go on, right Kibum ah? And you’ll help it go by for me right?”

Kibum understood his request. A smile grew on his face. “Yes.”

Changmin held tightly unto Kibum’s hand as they walked side by side. Changmin opened his mouth and a song started to spill out. It came from nowhere and was broken, as if in fragments, as if there was missing parts. But the pieces that he knew, that were spilling out were full of emotion.

“inside a dark room,
a window of sentiments is overflowing
dream to become stronger
soar, to find a place where your sadness will be healed.
Don't you know
I'll stand by your side
eternally,
i will continue shining on you,
watching over attentively,
for your admired future
wherever you go,
as i continue to hope,
i will protect you
you are not facing these alone
soar high until the end of life
because this place is what you have.”

When the song ended he realized there were tears in his eyes. He knew what it was. The words were a mixture of his story, of Yunho’s story, of Jaejoong’s.. and of Kibum’s. His hand reached out to clasp Kibum’s. It was their story. A story of looking through a glass window and facing whatever fate brought, whether it be darkness to the eyes or the bright hopeful sun rising from the east at 7:07 in the morning.

The End.

A/N: wow now I feel like its complete. At least this story is. I kind of want to use the rest of the lyrics to bolero to write a yoosu tale seeing as they are the missing parts that Changmin didn’t know about. And that story of YooSu will somehow be connected with this. But since it feels complete that probably wont happen ^^ if it does I'll post it here.
And yes for this epilogue I was listening to bolero which was what just kept me writing and I used some of the lyrics for it as well. (Lyric credits to ramin @ fangirlmitz )

Series: '7:07 AM' Chapter: '7:07 am'

2009-04-14T20:39:00.010-05:00

Title: 7:07 AM
Author: Sophie Yoru ©2008
Pairing: YunJae, KiMin, and one sided HoMin
Length: 2/3
Genre: angst, supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language and mention of firearms as well as drugs and death.
Poster Credit: bluesnow from moonlight-mysteries
Notes: No trailer for this one as I just barely completed this. ^^ IMPORTANT: in the first account i posted this i first wrote 7:07 AM and then wrote its prequel and then it's sequel. But in this account i am going to put the prequel first.
Teaser: Yunho: used to be rich young man but he gav all his money away to get his 'Boo' back from kidnappers. He used to be a strong, man with a bad temper...
KEYWORDS: used to be...
Jaejoong: poor boy. Was once filled with aspirations and dreams. was once never afraid of others. once he was passionate and cared about others.
KEYWORDS: was once...
but no longer...

The past: Jaejoong was Yunho's boyfriend. Yunho was super rich. It was then to be expected.
Jaejoong was kidnapped.
He was kept in a room filled with shadows and tortured in every way imaginable.
Because it had not just been a normal kidnapping, the kidnapper had had a grudge against Yunho.
Yunho went crazy looking for his lover.
He willingly gave up all his money.
But when his Jaejoong appeared once more...
it was no longer HIS jaejoong..
but a jaejoong that held no feelings, no emotion.
A jaejoong that had locked himself away from the world.
More...

Series: '7:07 AM' Chapter: 'Prequel: Darkness Eyes'

2009-04-01T23:28:00.008-05:00

Title: 7:07 AM
Author: Sophie Yoru ©2008
Pairing: YunJae, KiMin, and one sided HoMin
Length: 3 chapters
Genre: angst, supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for coarse language and mention of firearms as well as drugs and death.
Poster Credit: bluesnow from moonlight-mysteries
Notes: No trailer for this one as I just barely completed this. ^^ IMPORTANT: in the first account i posted this i first wrote 7:07 AM and then wrote its prequel and then it's sequel. But in this account i am going to put the prequel first.
Teaser: Yunho: used to be rich young man but he gav all his money away to get his 'Boo' back from kidnappers. He used to be a strong, man with a bad temper...
KEYWORDS: used to be...
Jaejoong: poor boy. Was once filled with aspirations and dreams. was once never afraid of others. once he was passionate and cared about others.
KEYWORDS: was once...
but no longer...

The past: Jaejoong was Yunho's boyfriend. Yunho was super rich. It was then to be expected.
Jaejoong was kidnapped.
He was kept in a room filled with shadows and tortured in every way imaginable.
Because it had not just been a normal kidnapping, the kidnapper had had a grudge against Yunho.
Yunho went crazy looking for his lover.
He willingly gave up all his money.
But when his Jaejoong appeared once more...
it was no longer HIS jaejoong..
but a jaejoong that held no feelings, no emotion.
A jaejoong that had locked himself away from the world.
Darkness Eyes...

Walking, slowly walking. Breathing in fresh air, breeze caressing softly. Sun shining down it’s warmth.
What can go wrong? What can go-

They came like apparitions. Appeared and disappeared.

And they took Jaejoong with them.
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Yunho came home to a cold, empty house.

No warm Jaejoong greeting him at the door.
No warm food set on the table.
No warmth. Just cold emptiness.

Yunho was scared. The fear went deep into his bones, even further into his soul.
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Shoved into a small cramped space. Darkness surroundings, no sense of direction.

Feeling closed in and jerked in every direction.

Finally pulled out. Shoved across what seems to be forever.

Doors opening. Doors closing.

But no light. Just blinding darkness.
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Yunho paced his hands trembling. The phone pressed so hard to his face, imprinting onto his skin.

‘My Jaejoong… find my Jaejoong.’

But they took forever.

And no news of his love. Except…

They were all leaning on that his Jae was taken.

But why his Jaejoong? What had his Jaejoong done to deserve this?

Yunho ran out of the room. He could no longer just stay in that room.

Could no longer stay in that cold house. He needed his love to brighten the room….
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Laughter, snickers. Chortles, giggles.

Enjoying, thriving on his fear. On his pain.

“Please. Stop.” whispering. Pleading. His strength gone. Like a candle being snuffed as they repeatedly punched him, repeatedly kicked him.

More laughter. Absurd. He was absurd.

Why this pain? Why? Why? WHY?

“Why?” word escaping his cherry lips, framed with cherry blood.

“Why?”

A voice. Instinctly turning. But no face to go with the voice. Only a void of darkness.

A darkness that made him weep.

“Blame him.” Voice coming closer. Footsteps coming closer.

A finger tracing his jaw line. Softly and yet…

Shuddering…

“Blame the one you love.”

Yunho?

Head jerked back. Pain exploding.

Joining the rest of the pain.

“Your dear and HIS MONEY.”

Money? lifeless paper?

“He is a foolish man if he believes I will let him live a life of happiness.”

Life of happiness? Memories coming. Yes, happiness. Strength returning, filling every corner.

Struggling. Wanting to be free… wanting to be with the one you love.

‘Help me. Find me. Save me. Soothe me.. Love me.’

“You still have fight in you?”

Being dragged. Uneven floor. Body jerking, body burning.

SPSSH. Cold water. Struggling. Unable to breathe.

Head jerked back. Gasping.

A fish. A fish that struggles to breathe air.

That struggles to live.

‘Yunnie. Come. Yunnie. Come’

“That money should be mine. It should be in my hands.”

“Selfish bastard.” Voiced out aloud. But true. True.

Yet voice unrecognizable.

SLAP. Face wrenched to the side. Stinging. Stinging.

“That money was mine! His parents dared to believe they could continue without me? Dared to become big, succeed and leave me out of their fortune?”

Head hanging low. How long? How long?

“But I will make sure the Jungs pay back. They may have died, but Yunho is still alive. I’ll make him squirm. I’ll make him go through the hell, until the day he dies.”

“Leave..” struggling… “Yunho.. Alone.”

Laughter. Being mocked at. Wanting to weep. If only he could see, if only.

But he was trapped in the darkness….

“Yunho will pay.”
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“I can’t stand it!!”

“I feel useless! All I can do is stand here, ripping my hair out!!”

“Find him! Please find him!”
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“Yunho-shii, the kidnappers have contacted us.”

“They want all your money, they want all your shares. They want everything.”

Everything? They could have the cash.. His everything was Jaejoong.

‘Jaejoong please be alright.’
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Days of pain… Time of pain.

Being starved. Being beat up. Being pushed to walls. Being kicked to the ground. Being slammed around.

Being raped.

Fight it! Screaming, pleading, scratching the air, the darkness.

“Yunho!!! Yunho!!!”

No Yunho. No Yunho.
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Laying in the ground, still.

Weariness. So much pain.

They fed of his pain.

And his Yunho… did his Yunho exist?

Finding a door. A door to escape this pain.. A door to forget.

Turning the knob. ‘please forgive me.’

Pushing the door open.

‘But I can’t go on… and if I died I don’t want to cause you guilt in your consciousness. I have learned to accept that you have not come.. That you do not love me as much as you loved your parents dream. But I still love you..’

Walking inside.

‘and as long as I breathe you will have no guilty conscience. As long as I show no pain you will have no remorse.’

All the darkness shifting to blinding light.

All the pain shaping… into nothingness.
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Yunho’s POV

They will give me my Jaejoong back. In turn I will give them all my money.

A figure stumbling into the destination spot agrred upon. I run to it, my arms extended open to embrace him.

“Jaejoong! Jaejoong!” Relief that my angel is alive. Relief that he is by my side.

He lets me hug him, yet… He stands there like a rag doll not responding.

“Jaejoong?” I look at his face, searching for a response of some kind.

He focuses his dull eyes on me. “Are you him?”

him?

“Jae, what’s wrong? I’m Yunho, love. I’m the one you-” words choking in my throat as I see no reaction in his face.

Where is my Jaejoong? What did he go through? I do not understand, but I will stay strong. And I will fight hard and long so that I can get him back.

We will get through this.

Right?
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He calls me 'him' or 'man'. I am nothing but a stranger to him.

How will I get through this? How will we get through this?
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A/N: Wells i hope no one is dissapointed with this :) i didnt really go into detail with what Jae went through as i didnt have the heart too...

His Happiness/ Mr. Death {two-shot} part two

2009-03-04T20:07:00.005-06:00

Title: His Happiness/ Mr. Death

Pairing: YooSu (also ft. Changmin and Mr. Kim)

Length: 2/2

Genre: angst

Rating: G to PG (i am not good at rating it ^///^)

Notes: No trailer yet as i havent had time to make one for it ^^ and i want to be the one to make the trailers for my short series at least.

Teaser: Don’t know what to do.

Feel dizzy, weak, I hallucinate.
You might not believe me but I talk to Mr. Death
I think he knows that I need him.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Yoochun, that’s why.
Yoochun…
Without him I don’t want life.
I don’t.
I don’t.

And Mr. Death understands.

Click to see part two and previous reader comments

After Yoochun showered, shaved, and changed he headed out.
Changmin followed him as Yoochun went to all of Junsu’s favorite places.

“Yoochun.”

Yoochun stopped. “What?”

“If we find Junsu..”

Yoochun in took a sharp breath.

“When we find him.” Changmin continued, “You will still have to hand him over to me. You know that right.”

“I know.”

“Then.. You’re still looking for him?”

“Of course.”

But wouldn’t you like it better if he died rather than see him in the arms of another?”

Yoochun looked at Changmin.

“No. It’ll kill me to see him in someone else’s arms. But I’d rather have him alive and happy. Yes happy, as long as he finds himself happy, then I’m willing to go through hell for it.”

Yoochun turned them and started looking for Junsu again.

Changmin watched Yoochun.

“His happiness…”

===
“Junsu! Junsu!” Yoochun’s voice was starting to become hoarse.

“Junsu! Junsu!”

The sun has gone to sleep. The moon has shown its face.

No Junsu to accompany it.

“Junsu… Su… where are you?”

Yoochun cries.

Yoochun falls on nearby bench.

“Where baby, where?”

Yoochun’s closes his eyes.

===
A tunnel… a tunnel…
I think I see you Mr. Death.
Can I come with you Mr. Death?
I if I can’t have the one I love, can I have you,
Mr. Death.
===

“Junsu-ah!” Changmin finds him.

Curled up. No response.

“Junsu!” Changmin picks him in his arms. Takes him home. The Kim’s home.

===

“We’ve found him.” click.

That’s it. That’s all.

But Yoochun falls to the ground in relief. He’s been found.

Now all he has to do it pray.

“Don’t let it be to late.

===

“Dr. Shim?” Mr. Kim looked at Changmin, the question on his face.

Changmin sat his head on his hands. ‘What would he say? How could he say it?

===
In a house.
A cold empty house.
Your invitation has been confirmed Mr. Death.
Do you know Changmin, Mr. Death?
He’s taken some of your guests away.
But he wont take me, Mr. Death.
Only my belove has that privilege.
But Changmin did say I’m closer to you day by day.
……………
I already knew that Mr. Death.
Don’t worry Mr. Death.
I wont let him.
I wont let him.
===

“He wont let me treat him.!”

“Does it matter if he does?”

“Mr. Kim if Junsu does not give it his all then no matter how much treatment I give him; it wont do a difference.”

Mr. Kim punched the wall. “I let my wife die because I could do nothing about it, but I wont let my only son leave this world! I wont!”

Changmin bowed and left Mr. Kim, he needed time alone.

In Changmin’s own private room he took out his phone.

===

Yoochun gently opened the door to Junsu’s room. It had not been easy to sneak into the Kim mansion.

But he’d done it in the end.

He went to the bed where Junsu laid asleep, an IV machine beside him.

His love looked tired. Worn out but beautiful.

Always beautiful.

Yoochun’s heart broke to know that if his Su didn’t let Changmin treat him then Junsu would perish.

Yoochun took a hold of Junsu’s hand and held it to his lips, kissing it lightly.

“Oh, Su. Why do you not let them treat you? Why are you giving up so easily? Did my words truly affect you? Do I really mean so much to you?”

Because you know Su, I still love you…

===
I hear his voice.
But how?
It gets stronger… clear.
‘Do I really mean so much to you?’
He means the life to me Mr. Death, no pun intended.
‘Because you know Su, I still love you..’
My heart stops. Did I hear right? Did I?
I love you, Su
‘I have never loved you’
‘Because you know Su, I still love you.’
Like a flower in the field.
He loves me.
He loves me not
He loves me.
He loves me not?
Please let it be he loves me….
===

As Yoochun caressed the sleeping Su his spilled his soul out.

How Mr. Kim had told him about Junsu’s health.
How Yoochun had gone crazy.
The pain of the decision.
The pain of going through the decision.
And when Junsu ran out.
The hole in his heart.

Yoochun’s tears started to fall out.

Through the blurriness he did not see.

Tears also running down Junsu’s face.

===
Did you hear all that Mr. Deat?
Did you hear?
He loves me. He truly does. All this pain..
He truly loves me. He did it because he cared.
‘Junsu you need to wake up, babe’
Wake up? Should I wake up Mr. Death?
‘Please. You need to beat this illness. Show it who’s boss.’
He’s asking, ‘please’.
‘If you give up Junsu, if you die, I’ll die with you!’
What?! No! No! he can’t do that! I’m sorry,
Mr. Death. But I won’t…
I can’t let you have him.
He is my beloved.
‘I’m not kidding Su. Even if I have to run a bullet through my head, I will.
This world is nothing without you, Su.’
No! Yoochun! I wont let you die!
Bye Mr. Death.
Goodbye.
Understand.
Please understand.
I can’t let my Yoochun die.
I wont let my Yoochun do that to himself.
I’m sorry Mr. Death, you’ll have to wait for me.
Bye bye Mr. Death.
===

Junsu’s eyes snapped open. “Yoochun-ah!”

Yoochun raised his face from Junsu’s hand.
His streaked face shocked to see Su awake.

“Junsu?”

“Chunnie!” Junsu reached for Yoochun, his arms open wide. Yoochun embraced him holding him tightly.

“Su. Oh gosh. Su.” he started to kiss Junsu’s hair and desperate, happy kisses trailed down Junsu’s forehead, eyes, nose, all the way to his mouth.

Junsu eagerly kissed Yoochun. They stayed lip locked for a few minutes and when they managed to pull apart they were breathless.

“Chunnie-ah.” Junsu panted.

They hugged again.

“I’m sorry Su. I’m sorry. I love you, I really do. I…”

“Its okay. Its okay.” Su said hugging his beloved. “I understand.. But Yoochun..”

“Yes?”

“You can’t leave me. I forbid you to leave me.”

“I won’t. As long as you want I won’t. But Su…”

“Yes?”

“You have to fight this sickness. You have to fight hard to beat it.”

“I will, I promise.”

Their lips searched for each other and soon Yoochun engulfed Junsu’s sweet lips once more.

===

Changmin closed the door leaving the couple alone.

He walked to Mr. Kim’s office and entered.

“Mr. Kim, I believe Junsu will make it.”

Mr. Kim looked at Changmin in surprise. “How?”

Changmin slightly smiled. “He has a reason to live again…”

“A reason?”

“Mmm… and I’d be cruel to take that away from him… so Mr. Kim I’ll still treat your son. And I won’t take him away from his husband.”

Changmin blinked his eyes repeatedly, hoping he would not cry.

‘For his happiness.’ he reminded himself.

‘For his happiness.’

=====
End

Previous Reader Comments
Eprinces -- 5 November 2008 at 11:58 p.m.

You just killed me with this sweet, sad, lovely, beautiful, exciting, bittersweet, and short story! it would be even more if it had been longer story...oh my, i just love yoosuuuuuuuuuuuu.
I'm glade I read it, keep it up

Micah -- 22 October 2008 at 11:44 p.m.

i really like the way you write. about the sleeping sun and all that wonderful diction. you're so good with words! i'm jealous...lol
the story is awesome. all the characters deserve to be pitied, but non hated because they all had a reason to do what they did. there basically isn't a villian in this story...except for that horrible disease. and Mr. Death isn't an anatagonist because he did not take Su away. he allowed Su to make his own choice whether he wanted to live or not!
the ending with changmin is very touching. i realy felt for him and i love him so much for giving yoosu their happily ever after. and of course, yoosu love forever!
hope you keep spreading the yoosu love!

Kim Eunmi -- 6 October 2008 at 11:08 a.m.

this is so sweet.
I cried in the end. T^T
Junsu woke up for him..
lovely story!

Hevi -- 27 September 2008 at 5:17 a.m.

omg, such a beautiful fic T_________T hopping to hear more from you~

farzunsu -- 23 September 2008 at 4:54 a.m.

sorry for the late comment.......
i'm crying when i read this u know !!!
ahahah !!!
such a touching shot love story.....
good job !!!
bye !!!
love you !!!
/farzunsu2
/farzunsu3
/farzunsushot

Ju Young >.< -- 19 September 2008 at 2:23 p.m. Damn... I love Yoosu!! although I feel bad for Changmin... (this is the second fic I read with Yoosu that had Changmin has a antagonist... remind me to write a story where he's one of the protagonist...) Lovely story dear <3> -- 18 September 2008 at 2:14 p.m.

Yoosu!!! Love it!! Love them sooooooo much!! anyway, good luck in writing yr first chapter.. hwaiting!
p/s can't wait to read it... the title was kinda creepy.. *o.0*

farzunsu -- 18 September 2008 at 10:38 a.m.

hey !!!
hhhhmmmm.........
so mystery...
i wonder what will it be in this story...
so update fast okaiz??!!1
bye!!!
/farzunsu2
/farzunsu3

JJ'26 -- 17 September 2008 at 10:12 p.m.

It's okay so far...so mysterious and angsty..so update! Update!
.:Check out my yunjae yoosu oneshots too:.
=> /PriNceSs

VanillaIcex3 -- 17 September 2008 at 9:41 p.m.

HII :).
awesomeness ^_^, update soon!

aizawa -- 17 September 2008 at 9:34 p.m.

hahaha first one to comment.
~
good good good.
hurry and post again.

His Happiness/ Mr. Death {two-shot}

2009-02-26T22:51:00.011-06:00

Title: His Happiness/ Mr. Death

Pairing: YooSu (also ft. Changmin and Mr. Kim)

Length: 1/2

Genre: angst

Rating: G to PG (i am not good at rating it ^///^)

Notes: No trailer yet as i havent had time to make one for it ^^ and i want to be the one to make the trailers for my short series at least.

Teaser: Don’t know what to do.

And Mr. Death understands.

Click twice to see part one

Junsu sat in the couch, his eyes staring nowhere in particular. The television was on and blaring but to Junsu who was deep in thought it was a million of light years away.
Where was he? Where was he?

A tear slowly slid out of Junsu’s eye. He did not bother to wipe it away. His eyes finally showed life as they flickered to the digital clock. ‘3:23 am’ it blinked.

Another night that Yoochun had spent away. It was starting to become a ritual. Like every other night Yoochun would not come home until he deemed it worthy. When he would arrive, he would probably smell of alcohol, sweaty bodies, and sex.

As Junsu started to nod off he remembered how happy he had felt when Yoochun had asked him out.

=flashback=

“What?” Junsu had stared shocked at Yoochun.

Yoochun had smiled. “I asked if you wanted to be mine. As in going out with me.”

“Is this a joke?” Junsu asked. He had dreamed it so many times but now that it was happening… he wondered if fate was playing a trick on him.

Yoochun frowned lightly. “No.. I’m serious.”

Junsu had looked down. “But we’re both guys.” he had whispered.

Yoochun had leaned close to his face. He took Junsu’s hand and put it over his (Yoochun’s) heart.

“Su, ever since I met you this heart was yours and your alone.”

Yoochun had then bend down and claimed Junsu’s lips.

They started dating the next day.

=end of flashback=

Junsu awoke with a start. A door closing had woken him up. He scrambled up and looked at the doorway when Yoochun appeared, stumbling barely able to keep himself standing.

Junsu rushed to his aid but Yoochun pushed him away.

Junsu tried to help his husband, tried to guide him to their bedroom but once again Yoochun pushed him away. This time though he pushed with more force and Junsu hit the wall and crumpled to the floor.

“Dammit Junsu! Who is asking for your help? Who even wants to see your face? You make me sick!”

Junsu slowly, painfully crawled toward Yoochun. “No… you don’t mean that, you’ve just drunk…”

Yoochun’s stomach twisted to see Junsu in such a pitiful state. He hated himself, he hated the world. “Why don’t you just leave me Junsu?!” he growled. “I cheat on you for heavens sake!”

Junsu fliched. “We will be together through sickness and health, bad and good.”

The wedding vows? Was that what still attached Junsu to him? Was the memories of that day what kept his hope alive?

Then he would crush them.

Yoochun sneered at Junsu. “Your pathetic Su. Pathetic. Do you really think I meant those words? Please, the only reason I married you was because of your money. I .. have .. never.. loved.. you.”

NEVER

LOVED

YOU.

Junsu’s world came crushing down.
Inside, Junsu broke.

=flashback=

As Junsu held the firm yet soft hand he felt that today was the happiest day of his life.

The man he loved had proposed to him!

He was marrying the man he loved!

As they said their vows Junsu peeked at Yoochun’s face. Yoochun’s face shone with love, his eyes warm, caring.

“I do.”

As Yoochun bent to kiss Junsu he whispered “I love you Su.”

=end of flashback=

===
I love you Su.
I have never loved you.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
Running. Running. Running.
He’s not following. He’s not stopping you.
Running. Running. Running.
Time keeps moving.
Meaningless.
life, time, everything, meaningless.
Death.. Mister Death…
Please numb the pain.
===
He’s gone.

He’s left me.

Yoochun’s body started shaking as tears rushed out and sobs rocked his body.

He’d done it. He done it. He hated himself. He hated the world.

He hated the Kims.

=flashback=

Mr. Kim approached Yoochun. “Leave my son.”

Yoochun head went up. “Excuse me?”

“Leave. My. Son.” the hate in Mr. Kim’s eyes burned with passion.

Yoochun hissed as he understood. “I’ll never leave him.”

“Then make him leave you.”

Yoochun’s hands clenched into fists. “I love him, he loves me. You have no right to interfere in our relationship.”

“I’m his FATHER!” Mr. Kim roared.

“And I’m his HUSBAND!” Yoochun shouted back with the same amount of intensity.

“Damn you boy!” Mr. Kim started to take out papers out of the briefcase that he carried.

Yoochun gritted his teeth and turned around preparing to leave.

“I want my son back. If you don’t give him to me he will die.”

Yoochun spun around, eyes wide and nostrils flared. “You’d kill your own son?”

“No! But his body already is!”

“His body?” Yoochun took a step nearer to Mr. Kim, not understanding.

Mr. Kim found the papers he was looking for and threw them at Yoochun’s face.

“It runs in Junsu’s mom’s family. Its cancer, but a rare type of cancer. It’s the reason my wife died so young.”

“Cancer?” Yoochun stared horrified at Mr. Kim “Just because his mom had it doesn’t mean you should make it out that he has it too!” he didn’t want to believe it. He didn’t want to think that something was inside his love, killing him little by little.

“He has it. He went to the doctor’s recently and it was confirmed.”

“The doctors? But when he came back from the doctor’s he told me he was just told that it was purely exhaustion! How does exhaustion turn to cancer?!”

“Junsu himself doesn’t know it. We kept it from him. The doctor that he went to knows our family. He decided that he should keep it from Junsu and just inform me.”

“Who is he to decide that? It is his responsibility to inform the patient!”

“Not in this case! This cancer that Junsu has is affected by emotions. If Junsu does not fight against the cancer then the cancer can rapidly spread.”

“Why does this have to deal with me leaving Junsu?”

“The doctor that Junsu went to is around your ages, but although he is young he is very smart. He has developed a way to make the cancer go away, if he starts his treatment early on the patient.”

“And?”

“He is willing to help Junsu, but only if Junsu becomes his.”

Yoochun choked. “What?”

“His. As in his lover.”

“Hell no!” how could he leve his lover and give him to another? Yoochun stormed angrily away.

But as he walked off Mr. Kim said some last words. “if you love my son, you will let him live. How can my son find his happiness if he has no breath in him?”

=Flashback ended=

So he had decided.

He had hung around in bars, drinking shot after shot. He would have sex with random girls and throw up immediately afterwards.

But Junsu would not leave him. Junsu would not go.

Until today.

Yoochun called Mr. Kim. “I hate you.” he told the man.

“He has left you?”

“I hate you.”

“Good. Thank you, Yoochun. Thank you for understanding. I’ll send my driver to look for him outside of your house.” click.

The phone dropped from Yoochun’s hands. He stumbled his way to the bedroom and somehow managed to get on the bed. His hands reached for Junsu’s pillow and he curled up with it, inhaling Su’s scent.

“Su.”
===
Pain…
Pain…
Pain…
Mister Death, come and take me away.
I hear someone calling my name.
So far away…
So far away…
It is not you Mister Death.
It is not him, my beloved.
I do not answer.
===
He can’t be found. The driver returned to the Kim mansion, empty handed. Mr. Kim sends him out again. He himself goes out. Even the young doctor goes out.

===
They’re all looking for Junsu.
No Junsu.
Phone calls made.
No Junsu.
They go to Yoochun’s house but find only Yoochun in his bedroom.
But no Junsu.
No Junsu.
No Junsu.
Junsu where are you?
===

“What?” Yoochun looked at Mr. Kim.

“I said we can’t find my son.”

“You can’t… find?” Yoochun got up from the bed, shaking.

“I pushed him away. I made him leave me. I mad him leave me and you come to tell me you can’t find him?”

A young man stepped into the room. “Mr. Kim, its been days. If we don’t find Junsu soon, it will be too late to treat him…”

Too late.

Too late.

“Is he the doctor?” Yoochun asked narrowing his eyes.

The young man nodded. “Dr. Shim Changmin.” he extended his hand.

Yoochun punched him.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Why couldn’t you treat him when he was by my side?! Why did you have to require to have Junsu as yours before treating him? Now he’ll die… even though I did as Mr. Kim said… I pushed him away.. I hurt him… yet he’s still going to die.” Yoochun fell to his knees, crying his heart out.

===
Feeling so tired. So tired.
Every day your closer, Mr. Death.
I want to welcome you with open arms…
But somewhere I hear my lover’s cry…
Why does he cry Mr. Death?
Now that I am gone, now that bothersome me has left…
Why does he cry?
===

Yoochun was about to leave and look for Junsu but Changmin stopped him.

“Do you think you can go out like that?”

Yoochun stared puzzled at him. Changmin pushed Yoochun to the nearest mirror.

Yoochun stared at his reflection. His face was scruffy, stubby. His hair greasy, his eyes bloodshot. His clothes were days old and wrinkled.

“What does it matter how I look? I care mainly for Junsu right now!”

-end of part 1 of 2-

Never {one-shot}

2009-02-26T22:28:00.006-06:00

Title: Never

Reveiwer's grade: 102/100

Ft. Changmin as well as the rest of DBSK

Pairing(s): jaemin, minsu, and ?

Genre: suspense

Rated: PG to PG-13 (due to some violence)

Trailer:

Notes: This was my first one shot.

Teaser: It was a curse the day he met him. he came and ruined all the happiness in Changmin's life. Changmin was foolish enough to believe he could escape.. or was he? can he manage to not let history repeat itself? or will time run out for him and will evil prevail?

Poster Credits: BlueSnow from Moonlight Mysteries.

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Run. Run. Run.
Run. Run. Run.

Body can’t take it no more. Sides heaving he falls to the ground. As he gasps for air his hands reach out and he tries to crawl forward.

Must not stop. Must not stop.

A cry of anguish escapes from his lips. He could be heard but it escapes nonetheless. The tears that he had been holding in find their release. Streaming down his face. Mixing water, mud, and blood into one.

Blood.

Why did it have to follow him here? He should have known better. He could never escape. Yet…. He kept crawling forward, knowing losing time meant the other was gaining. He got up and trying to catch his breath, grabbed a nearby tree. The tree’s surface scratched his palms. He looked at them and saw blood.

Blood. Blood. And more blood.

=Flashback=

He was new to his class. Nothing different.

It was Changmin’s curse that he sat by him.

As the new kid smiled Changmin felt shivers go down his spine.

Warning. It was a warning. But Changmin pushed it back. Nothing to fear, he scolded himself.

But in fact… it was everything to fear.

The new kid followed Changmin everywhere. Where Changmin would go he would follow. The more Changmin tried to escape, the closer the boy was.

Going home was the only place the kid could not follow. That Changmin would not let him follow. Changmin would make sure to get the kid preoccupied with something and leave while the kid was busy. Something in his gut told him never to let the new kid find his home.

He just wished he had tried harder.

But how could he help it? when he thought of his love one his mind would wonder, his defenses brought down. But that was no excuse. He had not seen what was coming.

Although all the evidence had been there.

How the boy listened to no one but him. How he talked to no one but him. How he tried to be in everything with him. Him. Him. Him. He should have seen it.

Should have seen the way the boy would growl when anyone else tried to approach him. That possessiveness, as if Changmin belonged to him. How Changmin had wished he had seen.

But all he had thought was that this new kid was clingy. Clingy and annoying. And one day he had not been able to hold it in anymore.

It had been a bad day from the start. Gotten late to school. Scolded by the teacher. Forgotten his homework. His pen broke, spilling ink all over him. Who could blame him for finally losing his patience with the new kid?

“Stay away, faggot.” he had hissed. And that had been the key to it all.

But he had not stopped there. He had gone on, hurting the kid in all the words that came to mind. He had taken out his frustration on the kid… and had paid a costly price.

When he had gotten home he had runned to his lover’s embrace. Taking in his mate’s fragrance. Forgetting his worries, his stress.

As they had kissed and hugged affectionately Changmin told all the day’s events. His lover listened comforting him on the pain and chiding him for hurting someone else. His mate had told him that he should of understood the poor new kid.

His lover had always been the kind one. The sweet one. The one with a big heart.

He had not deserved what Changmin had brought to him.

But, how was Changmin to know that that day the new kid had followed him… had seen those hugs… those kisses… hoe could Changmn have seen the kid’s eyes grow dark with hate, seen how his hands had tightened around a backpack veins protruding out as he choked the backpack to death?

Oh how Changmin wished he had seen.

=Flashback ended=

He snapped out of his memories. He had to continue running. Time was against him. Everything was against him. How much time had passed? How much time did he have left?

Or… Or.. Was he already to late?

No. He propelled his body to keep going. He had to do this. He had to put an end to all this pain.

Pain… pain.

=flashback=

He had come home a bit later than usual. Oh how he wished he hadn’t. but he had thought it might be romantic to but the man he loved flowers.

Romantic… what irony. Was romantic leaving your loved one in the hands of a monster?

But how was he supposed to know he was a monster?

He had come home to find the door opened.

Why had his precious been so trusting of others? Why?

He had entered the house, flowers in hand, calling his lover’s name. He had gasped as he had seen the living rooms ruins greeting him.

Couches ripped. Coffee tables overturned. Shattered vases. Broken TV. And blood. Blood smeared on the white walls, welcoming Changmin home.

He screamed his lover’s name now I panic. He ran, ran, and ran. As he entered their bedroom a ghastly sight stared him in the face.

His precious… his love… was on the bed. His body was positioned in a way God had not created a human to be positioned like. The man’s head was twisted so that the face stared at Changmin. Eyes wide open yet they stared nowhere. They had a plastic look to them. Red lips opened as if speaking, but there was no voice.

“JAEJOONG!” the scream erupted from Changmin’s throat s he ran to his lover. He picked the lifeless body up, crying the name over and over.

But there was no response. His Jae had left this world.

=Flashback ended=

Changmin pushed branches out of his way. But they seemed to go after him, their arms extended.

Trying to stop him. But he would not be stopped. He would not! He struggled to detangle himself from a branch that had gotten stuck in his jacket. Finally he was free but his jacket still hanged on the branch. Changmin kept running.

He was not even aware that that jacket was just another arrow pointing in the direction that he was going. A track for the predator to follow him… the prey.

A predator...yes, most definitely a predator.

=flashback=

“Changmin… Welcome home.”

Changmin who had been holding his Jae to his chest crying, froze. He turned and his mouth dropped open in shock.

“You.”

The figure stepped out of the corner. He smiled at Changmin. “I could not let anyone else have you. This dog here was not worthy of you. You only belong to me Changmin. Me and no one else.”

Changmin felt rage shake through all of his body. This… thing in front of him had killed Jaejoong. This thing had taken the only one in Changmin’s heart.

“YOU BASTARD! YOU SICKO!” He screamed. “MURDERER!” he choked. “How could you kill him? He was so sweet and kind he had never hurt anyone.”

The figure had scoffed. “He made the mistake to think he could be with you. Changmin, only I can be with you .”

“SHUT UP! STOP SAYING THAT! You’re a m-monster. I will never be by you!”

“Are you sure?” The figure took out a butcher knife from behind him. The edge of the blade was covered with blood.

Changmin gagged as he saw the weapon that had killed his Jaejoong.

“You’ll never have me.”

=flashback end=

How foolish of Changmin. But he had said that because he had just lost the only person that had mattered to him. He had ran away thinking that the least he could do for his Jae was to never let that murderer have him. After all that was what he was after for…

How was he suppose to know that he would fall in love again? That he would find someone who was pure, innocent, fragile yet strong? Someone who would make his heart whole again?

Changmin heard noises of twigs breaking behind him.

No. No. he looked at the mansion that was still a distance away. He was so close though. So close…

He could not let that demented person catch up to him. He must not let his love one die again.

He kept running, only too well aware of the footsteps closing in on him.

His body could not take this running for much longer. It screamed at him to slow down. To stop. To rest.

He called to his mind the scenes from earlier and continued to run.

=flashback=

He had kept moving, doing his best not to leave any traces behind. But then he had come upon this small little town and he had stayed there.

Something in this town had called to him, had whispered to his soul that he might have just found home again.

And then he had seen a boy. A boy that made his heart skip a beat. A boy who had the ability to chase away the sadness and pain that layed embedded deep into Changmin’s heart.

A boy named Junsu.

With Junsu Changmin had finally thought he could let his past be the past.

But then he had been found. Somehow he had found him. And upon finding Changmin he had found Changmin’s love.

Changmin had once again arrived to a broken house. He had run inside, rushing through all the rooms, dread in his heart. With every door he opened he expected to find a Junsu, dead on a bed.

He found Junsu and the thing upstairs… in the attic. A trail of blood led him up to the discovery.

He saw the monster. And then he saw his beloved behind the monster, on a chair, a roped looped over his neck. Junsu’s eyes widened with fear when he saw Changmin.

“JUNSUU!!!” Changmin screamed running to him.

The killer had kicked the chair then and Junsu had dropped. The rope had tightened on Junsu’s wind pipe, starting to crush it. He started to choke, his eyes started rolling back.

Changmin reached for Junsu and grabbing him raised him high so that he would not pull on the rope. Then Changmin struggled to one-handedly take the rope off Junsu.

The monster watched in fury from behind. He picked up a crowbar and walked to Changmin, raising it high in the air. He would never let anyone take his Changmin.

The crowbar came down onto Changmin with no mercy. Changmin gasped in pain as he fell down and Junsu fell down with him.

It was only luck that Changmin had been able to take off the rope from Junsu, or.. Junsu would have finished suffocating then.

The attacker had grabbed Changmin by the hair and pulled him away from Junsu and towards the stairs. Changmin let him.

He had seen the small rise of his unconscious boyfriend’s chest signaling he was alive. Changmin knew that he must not call attention to Junsu… So that Junsu could live.

Once they got downstairs, Changmin had escaped the grip and had thrown punches. He had screamed at the figure that he would escape again.

Then he ran out, into the forest praying that the person would follow. Praying that Junsu would stay alive. Praying that he would make it to his friend’s house where he knew everything would be solved.
=flashback ended=

“I’m here.” Changmin gasped as he reached the porch of the mansion. He bent over, gasping, trying to recover his breath.

“And So am I.” a voice spoke behind him.

Changmin turned and faced the man. This man who had been the new kid. This man who had been the killer of Jaejoong. This man who had tried to kill Junsu.

“Bastard.” Changmin growled. “Don’t you know how pathetic you are, chasing and wanting someone you’ll never have?”

“I have a name.” the man growled back. “And I don’t understand why you couldn’t give me a chance. Changmin I am your happiness.”

Changmin laughed bitterly. “My happiness? Ever since I have met you I have cursed the day God created you. You have only always tried destroying what truly made me happy.”

The figure took a step closer to Changmin. Then another. And another.

“Changmin. If I can’t have you, then No one can.” He took out a gun and pointed it at Changmin.

Changmin took a deep breath. At least the noise of the gun would bring his friend out. At least then at least Junsu could be saved.

BANG.

Changmin felt nothing. He opened his eyes to see his stalker on the ground, holding his hand in pain. His gun layed on the ground, a few feet away from him.

“Changmin, get the gun.” A soft voice told Changmin.

Changmin sighed with relief. His friend had not failed him. He quickly picked up the dropped gun.

“I already called the cops. They’ll be here soon. You’re nightmare is finally over, Changmin.”

Changmin nodded. “Thank you, Yoochun. Call an ambulance too. Junsu is in the attic at my house. He’s hurt.. But alive.”

The figure on the ground looked up at Changmin.

Changmin smiled at him. “Yes Yunho, this time you did not steal my loved one. I promised myself you would never take anyone precious away from me again.”

Sirens of police cars were heard.

“Yunho, I hope you don’t get too comfortable in your jail cell. Because I promise you I will make sure you get the death sentence. You will never hurt anyone. Never.”

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Review: 'Angelic Reviwe' from Angelic Colors

Reviewer: Ping

Title: 10/10
The title suits the story well; it was further emphasized at the last part of the story.
Well done.

Poster/Background: 9/10
Hmm… all the characters are present,
it would have been better if the poster appear much more gothic. Black suits the poster well.

Cast: 10/10
I like the casts, as a band, they already have wonderful chemistry to begin with, well done.
And you made YunHo did a great job in portraying an obsessed, crazy murderer.
And of course, a wonderful stalker too.

Foreword: 10/10
Thrilling, send shivers down the spine, and at the same time,
gave readers the urge to continue reading, and of course, pressing the next button.

Originality and Creativity: 9/10
Well, I can’t give you one more point because you admitted in your foreword that the plot
registered in your mind when you were watching “American gothic.” But all the same, it was great.

Story and Plot: 19/20
Fabulous, very rare in the world of fan fiction.

Flow: 8/10
There were some words that were repeated too many times in one sentence, or other reasons,
I just can’t seem to be able to go with the flow in certain paragraphs.

Writing style: 9/10
Really fresh and original. Worthy of applauses.

Spelling, Grammar and Vocabulary: 7/10
A few mistakes here and there, vocabulary wise, you should use more words.
Spelling mistakes were spotted in the foreword, for example “foolish,” and you wrote, “follosh.”

Overall enjoyment: 5/5
I was captivated by ChangMin’s and all his flashbacks. Poor JaeJoong,
such an awful and horrible way to die. *sobs*

Bonus: 5/5
I like the way how you describe ChangMin’s fear and YunHo’s obsession with him.

Reviewer’s comment:
If there is any problem with the review, or you would like to make some amendments,
please leave a comment, so that I can look into the areas that didn’t some changes and decide for myself.
But overall, well done!!!

Total:102/100 (includes b-points)

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Comments from previous readers (from winglin) :

sandy -- 28 September 2008 at 10:00 p.m.

when you said murderer i swear i had yunho in my head!!!
poor jae for dying that way!! and thank goodness yoochun was ther to help!
and junsu was still a live too!!!!

Protozoa -- 24 September 2008 at 5:16 p.m.

quite nice.. enjoy reading...

me :] -- 16 September 2008 at 5:26 p.m.

that whats the best fic i have ever read =)

Pauliene -- 30 August 2008 at 8:09 p.m.

Oew! Horrorstory~ like it! Scared me. Not a good idea to read it in the middle of the night though XD

aizawa -- 24 August 2008 at 7:29 a.m.

damn girl that was good
i thought you said you couldnt do oneshots
liar
lol
love you

Lovely4ever -- 24 August 2008 at 7:17 a.m.

O.O that was seriously good! you should write some more!

Ju Young >.< -- 24 August 2008 at 1:09 a.m. Damn that was intense... I would never of guessed it was Yunho though. teehee. But then again, he usually does play the bad role... I liked this one-shot, it was very creative and left you in suspense :)