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  <title>PIMPING - you_only_love community</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;HELLO. PIMPING A NEW COMMUNITY, AND IT&apos;S REALLY FUN BECAUSE: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) YOU GET TO INTERACT WITH PEOPLE AND MAKE NEW FRIENDS(ALL OF THEM ARE NICE I TELL YOU) &lt;br /&gt;2) YOU CAN DEVELOP YOUR WRITING SKILLS (OR READING SKILLS YOU CHOOSE) &lt;br /&gt;3) IT&apos;S A TVXQ PLUNNIE SHARING COMMUNITY (SO YOU GET TO MANIPULATE THE BOYS HARHAR) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE JOIN THE COMMUNITY AND BE ACTIVE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;you_only_love&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/you_only_love/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/you_only_love/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;you_only_love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Moderators: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; 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  <title>[fic] INNOCENT FOOTSTEPS - CHAPTER ONE</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: &lt;strong&gt;INNOCENT FOOTSTEPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Length: Chaptered 1/?&lt;br /&gt;Rating: pg-13 (for now)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, drama, fluff, crack&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu, Jaeho (future)&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Losing his beloved mother early, Junsu was left with his father who sold him as a sex slave. He continues with his life, meets Park Yoochun and decides to fall in love with him. How far can they go if there will be barricades and obstacles that they will go through? Will Yoochun accept his life?&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Unbeta-ed. I am terribly sorry that this update is so late. Piles of work came and I was busy. 3/4 of the chapter was hand written so I had to type it. Lol isn&apos;t that funny? When I don&apos;t want to study at school I write fics XD Please tell me what you think about this fic, it&apos;ll be greatly appreciated ^^;; I haven&apos;t been posting fics for a while, so Idk if my writing got rusty D: And, I&apos;ve added &lt;strong&gt;JAEHO&lt;/strong&gt; int his fic, to know why..read my rant at the end. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/16696.html#cutid1&quot;&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;maybe I do?&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ~o~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never wanted things to end up this way, but I guess I have no choice. I couldn&apos;t leave him, he was still my father. Would it matter if my body gets feasted with dirty bastards&apos; lips? It wouldn&apos;t. My mother is still dead, and she could never come back. I don&apos;t want her to, because I would never show her how I am today because I&apos;m a priceless dirt. Life&apos;s harsh anyway, so why would I make it harder?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A click and the door opened, and Junsu could feel his body shiver from the cold. The room was empty and silent, and it was deafening him, poking a few nervous strands inside of him. A hand startled him as he felt a light push on his back, signaling him to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;C&apos;mon now..Don&apos;t be scared.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He followed him and settled him down on the edge of the bed as he searched for some drinks. Junsu was scared; he wanted to run away but his feet couldn&apos;t move. Junsu was an attractive boy, and no one could deny it that he can turn heads in an instant. He has a great body, very nice curves and his flaws enhances his good features. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Wine?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;The old man asked and he nodded &quot;No, thank you.&quot; It didn&apos;t matter whether he was sitting on a bed that costs a million bucks, or if he&apos;s getting a lot of bills for a night. He was too young for this and he honestly didn&apos;t even know what would happen next or how he should act. The bed shifted as Mr. Quan sat near, eyes on him and a hand on his thigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Is this your first?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands rubbing his thigh, Junsu looked at him with fear mumbled a small &quot;Yes.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man whistled, leaned forward and started kissing his neck, moving to his lips. He was just sixteen, what do you expect? Junsu moved back and covered his mouth with the back of his hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I understand. You&apos;re..fresh.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Please..Sir, I have one wish.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What is it darling?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t kiss me on my lips.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Don&apos;t kiss me on my lips.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before his mother passed away, he told Junsu many times about falling in love truly. That his lips would someday meet another&apos;s lips and they will kiss. That person should be someone you truly love, with all your heart and soul. The man obliged and took his hand away, pushing him to lay down the bed while he settled on top of him. &lt;p&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t worry, you&apos;ll be fine.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;A tear escaped form the side of Junsu&apos;s eyes. &lt;i&gt;I&apos;m only sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;~o~&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Junsu! Junsu!&quot; Jaejoong ran towards and pounced on him mercilessly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why the hell are you screaming your lungs out so early in the morning Jae? You looked like some crazy bitch. Or better yet some crazy hyena.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked up the notebooks that fell on the floor and straightened his clothes with his hand. Ah, number one friend: &lt;b&gt;Kim Jaejoong&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;the flirt. &lt;/i&gt;He could date 30 guys in 30 days without getting emotionally and physically hurt. Around a thousand girls proposed to him, but he turned them all down while saying his number one speech:&lt;i&gt; &quot;Sorry girls I&apos;m gay.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Jaejoong brushed his bangs to the side and fanned himself with one of Junsu&apos;s fillers (notebook). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Junsu, did you know? There&apos;s a new student. And boy, he&apos;s fucking hot.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Uhuh. Let&apos;s see, so you wanna date him until he gets into your pants? How many cocks have you eaten Jae?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu tapped his chin while mocking Jaejoong. Lines grew at Jaejoong&apos;s forehead and he threw a pen at his friend&apos;s face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Enlighten me. We&apos;re just the same, whore. At least, I get cocks that I want.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu&apos;s eyes grew dark. It wasn&apos;t nice to call him a whore. Well, it was true after all but it wasn&apos;t a nice joke. He did it for a living, that&apos;s where he gets a high pay with a minimum effort just to support his father, a gambling bastard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Was..just kidding man.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shut up. Well at least I get fucked at five star hotels.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yeah with some dirty old man&apos;s dick.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;And a few jocks that you liked.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t. Okay fine, you win. You got almost all the boys I wanted, now stop will you?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Can you blame me for having a nice ass, Jae?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Stop.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;You started it.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Whatever, and I&apos;m going to say it again. &lt;b&gt;Yunho&lt;/b&gt;&apos;s mine.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not interested.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good then.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fixed the mess Jaejoong created, picking up the last book on the floor. But before Junsu could say another word, Jaejoong squealed once again and pulled him up to see, none other than the new boy in town ---- &lt;b&gt;Park Yoochun&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu blinked. First of all, he had no idea how a boy could dress so different, so luxurious than the others while they were all in the same prestigious school. Second of all, he was quite aware that he was staring at him, his eyes real fixed and not even blinking. Third of all, may the gods save his ass now because as far as he knows, Park Yoochun is eyeing him too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does he look? Is his hair okay? Is his sideburns cleanly down? Is his lips wet and sexy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Junsu!&quot; Jaejoong whispered not too loud on his ear. &quot;Junsu stop staring. And wipe your drool!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu blinked again and glanced at Jaejoong self-consciously. &quot;I wasn&apos;t drooling, Jae.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Whew. I think you got yourself a hottie Su. Still eyes on you, uhuh.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He risked to turn his head back, and indeed Yoochun was still looking at him while walking. Junsu quickly looked back at Jaejoong and turned red in shade. Too embarassed to hide his blush, he gathered his things and draped his bag onto his shoulder. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Gotta go Jae, catch you later.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh?&quot; Jaejoong said, startled by Junsu&apos;s behaviour. He knew there was something wrong about Junsu, &lt;br /&gt;but he couldn&apos;t stop him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t forget to wash your face and smile Junsu! Remeber, your ass is nice!&quot; He called out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu looked back and rolled his eyes while slowly raising his middle finger. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fuck you too! I hope it&apos;s cutie this time Su!&quot; Jaejoong giggled and Junsu ran away, as fast as he could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu was sitting comfortably at his favorite seat while flipping through the pages of hisalgebra book until a tap on his shoulder says he&apos;s not alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;E-excuse me?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu didn&apos;t know why, but he felt like he had some eye in his back or whatnot but he was quite sure it was cutie of the day. He was stunned by the low-seductive voice he heard, it was likeone of the dj-s he heard during the mornings. Junsu slowly turned his head on a 45 degree angle, his eyes matched the neck of the other. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Can I sit beside you?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How smooth that skin is, how plush those lips are. He needed a smack on the head but unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;Jaejoong was nowhere to be found. Junsu slowly traced the other boy&apos;s features with his eyes, slowly&lt;br /&gt;moving up from the delicious neck, up to the luscious lips, the very cute nose and now the eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He loved how the other looked at him, his eyes were beautiful and shining and so special. His eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;were long and he wanted to touch them, but he couldn&apos;t. Junsu loved looking at other people&apos;s eyes. &lt;br /&gt;It reminded him of his mother who had very beautiful eyes, in which were he looked at every night. &lt;br /&gt;He remembered how his mother&apos;s eyes were still beatiful even when crying. Staring at the boy&apos;s eyes for &lt;br /&gt;quite a while, he blinked when a hand was waving in front of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hello?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu examined him from head to toe. Hmm, nice waist to grind against..what? He lost himself again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Can I?&quot; He asked again, waiting for an answer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu blinked and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, before going back to flipping the pages of his book. Yoochun couldn&apos;t figure out why Junsu didn&apos;t answer back, but he was sure that he wasn&apos;t blind. Yoochun took the seat and settled down his things before glancing back to Junsu once again. Yoochun tucked a stray chunk of hairbehind his ears before extending a hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Park Yoochun.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said in a low sensual voice, but the poor boy was ignored. What a slap on the face, Yoochun thought. Isn&apos;t he goodlooking and pleasant enough to talk to? Junsu could obviously see him in his peripheral vision but his instincts are telling him to ignore the new cute boy in town. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disappointed, Yoochun tried another tactic this time and he was quite sure Junsu was not going to ignore his handsome face (or so he thinks). No one escapes his bait. He grabbed Junsu&apos;s smaller wrist, leaned forward his ear and whispered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Are you deaf? Or you&apos;re just trying to resist my charm?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu looked at the bigger hand on his wristand slowly narrowed his eyes before throwing Yoochun&apos;s hand to take his back. When Yoochun realized it was to late to back down and that Junsu was getting back at him, he froze and sweat was getting out of his sweat glands. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rule number one: Never piss Kim Junsu off.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu leaned forward more, leaving an inch space for breathing and he smiled before speaking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Look who&apos;s talking? Can&apos;t resistme? Trying to get me by using your ways? Sorry but you&apos;ll have to try again.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He closed his book and paused before stuffing it on his bag. &quot;And oh, I can&apos;t blame you for that either, who can&apos;t resist a captivating person like me?&quot; He smiled and winked seductively.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun froze. He didn&apos;t have any idea what to do next, he was thinking..he had near death experience. He watched as the duckbutt boy marched out of the room. It hit him. He lost, but next time he&apos;s gonna make sure that plan C was available and ----working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~o~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shit.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu cursed as he walked along the way. He wasn&apos;t supposed to feel something, it was just another new guy in town. Both his reactions are saying otherwise. His heart was thumping not because he was hurrying out ---but there was something else. Stepping bigger, his feet carried him away until he bumped into something big.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Hey there.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towering over Junsu was a young long legged man. He smiled at Junsu and tilted his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yunho.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu looked up and greeted Yunho with a bow. Yunho clearly saw his face; baffled and somewhat pissed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why are you such in a hurry? If I was a post you would&apos;ve hit it and suffered concussions. The post won&apos;t move for you Junsu.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh yeah. Thanks?&quot; Junsu scratched his head. What a wrong timing it is to see Yunho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What&apos;s wrong? Had a fight with Mr.Flirty (aka Jaejoong)?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu raised an eyebrow. Even though Jaejoong was a pretty precious doll who was offering everything including his soul&amp;nbsp;(like an idiot in love), Yunho wouldn&apos;t play with him, he wouldn&apos;t even lay a finger on him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t call him that.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu defended his friend (one and only). Even though Jaejoong was always kind of annoying to him, Jaejoong was the only one who knew him&amp;nbsp; through the bad and the good. He was always there to support him, and give him the love he lacked.&amp;nbsp;He rolled his eyes and Yunho waved a hand on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sorry.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I just..need some air. Excuse me.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu bowed again and excused himself, walking away without looking back. He settled on a bench near his favorite tree that shed him from the sunlight and took him away from the loud vicinty. It was a place where he would think about things, breathe fresh air and rest his mind. His eyes narrowed and he brought his right hand to his left chest, feeling his heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it beating this way?&lt;br /&gt;NO. I DO NOT LIKE HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought aloud and sighed. He scratched his head and massaged his temples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Maybe I do?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stared at the leaf falling from the branch until it hit the ground, and it lay there waiting to get blown away by the wind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shit.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cursed and slammed his back on the trunk of the tree.&lt;em&gt; Ouch&lt;/em&gt;. Unfortunately, he wasn&apos;t dreaming. Everything was so damn real that his back was aching. Danm the tree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Owww..too much bad luck for me today. I must go home.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He breathed out once more with his eyes closed, composing himself. As soon as he&apos;s done with his so called calming routine, he opened his eyes and ----- saw Park Yoochun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Holy daisies.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMENTS ARE LOVED!♥♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how&apos;s chapter one? *hides* I haven&apos;t been writing lately, cause school sucks bigtime and I need to do good because there is so much pressure in my family D: Okay in this fic, expect aggresive! Su and baffled Chunnie. I don&apos;t know but I wanted to make a change for yoosu, lets see if it works out. I don&apos;t want Junsu to be always the uke XD I&apos;m weird like that. haha. I&apos;m really happy that there are so many yoosu these days, thus the &quot;on hiatus of writing Jaeho fics&quot; for me. I dunno..but I&apos;m enjoying yoosu these days. Please don&apos;t brick me. Since I&apos;m losing my touch on Jaeho, I&apos;ve come to a conclusion to have Jaeho on this fic. It would be a challenge, really.&amp;nbsp;Hmmm. So, shout at me. Tell me what you think, it will really be appreciated^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:13:37 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[fic] INNOCENT FOOTSTEPS PROLOGUE</title>
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  <description>Title: INNOCENT FOOTSTEPS&lt;br /&gt;Length: chaptered&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG13 (for now)&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, Drama&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Losing his beloved mother early, Junsu was left with his father who sold him as a sex slave. He continues with his life, meets Park Yoochun and decides to fall in love with him. How far can they go if there will be barricades and obstacles that they will go through? Will Yoochun accept his life? &lt;br /&gt;A/N: I was writing a drabble a while ago, but I decided to post this because I want this plot and it has been bugging my mind for the past few days. I don&apos;t plan this to be a long chaptered fic, probably 7 chapters? Idk. But I will try to put some fluff in it there are so many things going on my mind! Let&apos;s see what happens, ne? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Father, I&apos;m only sixteen.&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don&apos;t want to live. I want to be with her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands holding tightly on the picture frame, tears cascaded his eyes as he held himself in a tight ball.&lt;br /&gt;His eyes full of sorrow and angst, his body shaking tired of being weak, his hands dying to do the one thing &lt;br /&gt;that would finish everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture was old and dilapidated, and he cherished it so much that he doesn&apos;t want to let go. &lt;br /&gt;But the person he loathed the most took it away. Broke the frame, tore the picture and threw it in his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Enough!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with a trembling voice and a shuddering body. Not long, a knuckle hit his face and tore his smooth skin. &lt;br /&gt;A trickle of blood ran down his cheek, and he couldn&apos;t do anything but pick up the pieces of the picture on the floor, hoping that he can put it back together just like before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t you dare talk to me like that young man! Your mother is gone and I am the one responsible now!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he cried again on his knees, fists clenched and blood dripping on the picture of the one girl he loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, I&apos;m sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;The man leveled with him and wiped his blood with his thumb, tasting on it and lifting his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Get yourself ready darling, they&apos;re coming. Dress the wound and take a shower. They don&apos;t want someone who stinks.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wiped away his tears and dragged his feet to the shower, the cold water striking his thin body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                    ~o~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How much does he cost for a week?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Whatever you can give. But he doesn&apos;t come cheap.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in new clothes, he stepped out of the room plastering a fake smile on his face. He bowed and looked at the man, extending a hand for a shake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Junsu, this is Mr. Quan. Treat him well.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and bowed again, and the man draped an arm over his shoulders smelling his ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t worry darling, we&apos;ll have fun.&quot; The man whispered to his ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Father, I&apos;m only sixteen. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;COMMENTS ARE LOVED!!!♥♥♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 12:13:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YOOSU CRACK</title>
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  <description>Helloooooooooo. I don&apos;t have any homeworks for today so I am online! lol XD Anyway I got bored because I wasn&apos;t producing any decent icons so I made a Yoosu crack post instead. I hope you have fun reading them lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT THAT BIGEAST DVD. IT HAS SO MANY YOOSU AND YUNJAE IN IT UWAHHHHHHHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;i know Chunnie won&apos;t do such a thing. &quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag1.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag3.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag4.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag5.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag6.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag7.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag8.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yusuflag.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;YOOSU FIGHTING!♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I&apos;M SO GLAD THEY&apos;RE BACK &amp;lt;3 AWWW MY BABIES. XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmyeah, I was bored. Don&apos;t you love Chun face!? Now I go read some fic. HAHAHA &lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 31 May 2008 11:29:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[fic] BEST RIDE OF YOUR LIFE</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;BEST RIDE OF YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Length: oneshot &lt;br /&gt;Rating: nc-17 / adult content&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, fluff, PWP (smut -porn without plot)&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Drunk Park Yoochun decides to play, where? Inside the elevator, how many rounds would it be? &lt;br /&gt;A/N: Yoosu smut. Yoosu porn. Want some? XD Unbeta-ed, sorry. Let&apos;s have some play time with Yoosu ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedicated to my sweeties: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;caprishiqi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://caprishiqi.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://caprishiqi.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;caprishiqi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jing_16&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jing-16.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jing-16.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jing_16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;junsubabyx3&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://junsubabyx3.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://junsubabyx3.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;junsubabyx3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;i hope you guys like it^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Ride me.&quot;&gt;They went in and the doors closed. Yoochun had his arm circled on Junsu&apos;s waist and he was mumbling words that the other boy can barely understand. They were on a lift, and it was so hot that Junsu took his jacket off. &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;kjalkdfjfdfuojla Su.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What the hell are trying to say Chunnie? You should never drink again.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before Junsu could take off his jacket, Yoochun grabbed his arms and pinned him onto the wall and started kissing him hard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu&apos;s eyes widened, they were in an elevator for god&apos;s sake anyone could waltz in the lift and see them. How shameful it is. He managed to push the older boy and slapped him on his cheek before something wrong happens. Yoochun was drunk, he can pin him somehow anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What the fuck is your problem we&apos;re on an elevator! There&apos;s a CCTV right there Park Yoochun!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pointed at the camera and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. Yoochun tastes like alcohol, drunken bastard and a rapist too.Yoochun chuckled and pulled a hankerchief from his pocket waving it in front of his lover.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;See what this is?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He faced the camera and raised his middle finger, cursing it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fuck off. This ass is mine!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he covered it with his hankerchief. Lucky it was black. He turned to Junsu and the poor boy had nowhere to go but stay in the corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie..not here please.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shut up Su, don&apos;t you know you look so gorgeous tonight?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun was about to approach him when the doors opened and there was a couple waiting to ride the lift when he blocked it and scared them away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fuck off.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The couple stared at each other and stepped back while Yoochun pressed the button and the doors closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What the fuck Chunnie?! How could you--&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was too late, Yoochun was already holding his arms and he couldn&apos;t escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I said shut up Su, I&apos;m going to make you happy!&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He hugged Junsu and kissed him roughly, until his butt landed on the chair. Why wasn&apos;t the elevator operator there anyways? How unlucky for Junsu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Baby aren&apos;t you happy I&apos;m letting you top again?&quot; Yoochun smirked and planted kisses on Junsu&apos;s neck, nibbling on an area and leaving a small mark.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chun--&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he couldn&apos;t do anything, he was swept and hopeless. Yoochun started taking off Junsu&apos;s jacket, and unbuckling his belt. Junsu returned his hot kisses and started rocking his hips on his lover&apos;s lap. As bad as it is, Yoochun was too hot to bear. Maybe it was the heat. Or maybe it was the fact that he loved Yoochun too much that he couldn&apos;t say no. Junsu knew that he was returning Yoochun&apos;s actions with a purpose: to have sex.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it onto the floor. He pulled Junsu&apos;s pants up to his knees along with his boxer and starting pumping his crotch. Junsu moaned into Yoochun&apos;s mouth and gripped his shoulder when suddenly the door rang and was about to open when he quickly pressed the button and the door closed once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shit.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Junsu wanted to get it over it quickly but Yoochun wanted to take his time, going over every inch of his torso while pumping his crotch. He pulled away for an intake of air. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fuck Chunnie. Don&apos;t be a tease.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh my baby&apos;s complaining. Don&apos;t worry, mine&apos;s throbbing.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He licked his finger and started circling Junsu&apos;s entrance, and his lover winced in exitement. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Sorry babe, this is all I&apos;ve got.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course, they were in an elevator. No time for lubes, no time for condoms. Junsu bit Yoochun&apos;s ear when he pushed 2 fingers inside him and it was the right pain, the right pleasure he was looking for. The elevator reached the 2nd floor when luckily there was no one to board it and Junsu quickly closed it and pressed the 40th floor. Great thinking, more time to play. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu felt Yoochun&apos;s hand slid out of his entrance and he was lifted, and the tip of Yoochun&apos;s crotch was in contact with his ring. Junsu moaned shamelessly when Yoochun pushed in, and he was so tight that he bit his lip and a trickle of blood cascaded his chin. &lt;br /&gt;Yoochun leaned forward a licked it, and left a quick kiss on his lips. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I&apos;m sorry babe.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t stop.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A demand it is for Yoochun, but he didn&apos;t care. He was there to satisfy, and to be satisfied. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ride me. This could be the best ride of your life.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As soon as he heard Yoochun&apos;s request, his hips started grinding automatically. Yoochun kissed him deep and slow that it was driving him crazy, that he wanted those lips reach every part of him, but they couldn&apos;t. It was an elevator for goodness sake, and it was going to end soon unless they wanted to play the elevator game a little longer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun lifted his hips and started matching Junsu&apos;s thrusts, and he was obviously taking advantage of Junsu&apos;s weakness, that he knew Junsu would always like this and he couldn&apos;t resist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His small hands grabbed Yoochun&apos;s back, thrusting even harder and breathing hard and Yoochun could hear, how his breathing increased and it tickled his ear for a moment but he couldn&apos;t deny the fact that it ws really turning him on. Junsu didn&apos;t know why, why he still protested on having sex right there when he ended up the one initiating the thrusts and fulfilling Yoochun&apos;s requests. And it wasn&apos;t bad after all, because Yoochun was the most delicious drunken bastard in the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few thrusts and Junsu moaned, a warning and he came, speed spilling at Yoochun&apos;s shirt and his lover came a few seconds after him. Junsu&apos;s body shuddered for a moment and he whispered at Yoochun&apos;s ear while panting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Drunken bastard, you came inside.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You like it.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shut up.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he hushed Yoochun with a kiss, and pulled out of him slowly. Yoochun stared at his shirt and Junsu pulled his pants up and wiped the sweat on his forehead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;god Su, look at the mess.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You like it.&quot; He threw back, grinning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40th floor came and when the doors opened, Jaejoong and Yunho was there waiting to board the lift. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hey Su! Hey Chun!&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hey.&quot; Yoochun smiled, and Jaejoong could tell that something happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Did you guys just had sex?&quot; Jaejoong asked and snorted. Yunho looked at them skeptically that Junsu wanted the floor to eat him up right there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What the hell are you saying? How could we do that here hyung..&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh! My handkerchief, i forgot.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun chuckled and reached for the cloth covering the CCTV. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Holy mother of god!&quot; Jaejoong exclaimed and clung to Yunho. Yes he saw, Junsu&apos;s spilled seed at Yoochun&apos;s shirt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Jae hyung! That&apos;s just alcohol! Chunnie was--&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shhhh..&quot; Yoochun placed his index finger at Junsu&apos;s lips and winked at the couple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaejoong displayed a scrunched up face and looked at Yunho, but his lover was dazed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How could they do that in the elevator? How unsanitary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;We ughh..we&apos;re gonna take the other elevator..i guess...&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yunho moved to the side as the two stepped out of the lift. There faces were horrified and Junsu could tell, but he just pouted and dragged Yoochun by the arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Bye! Have fun!&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun called out and he was laughing at their terrible faces. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;At my room! Now! I&apos;m gonna punish you bastard, you just embarassed me and that sex wasn&apos;t even comfortable!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You enjoyed it babe, don&apos;t you like some other experience? And you topped.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t fucking care, just shower and we&apos;ll have another round!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ohhohoho..my baby is getting agressive, I like that.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He spanked Junsu&apos;s butt and dragged him inside the shower room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Let go of me! Let go Chunnie!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;No! Let&apos;s have another round in here!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie!!!!!!&quot; Junsu cried out but he lost again, he found Yoochun between his legs, sucking him and he was moaning, the cold water in the tub making him shiver more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another round it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERE&apos;S THE YOOSU SMUT I PROMISED. ^^;;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OMG. YOOSU PORN. I DON&apos;T KNOW WHY I&apos;M KIND OF PERVERTED THESE DAYS. WHY? BUT WTF YOOSU IS BACK, I LOVE SEEING THEM LIKE THAT ALL SQUISHY AND UWAHHHH FULL OF LOVE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How was that? Did you enjoy?..Yes its PWP. I never knew I could write something like this! HAHAHA&amp;nbsp; I NEED A LIFE XD And the title has a double meaning. You guys are smart, so I don&apos;t need to explain ne? XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the thing is I should be studying right now because uni is demanding so much so many assignments and they are all online (yeayyyyy), but what the fuck Yoosu comes first (well one of the things I have to see or read everyday XD). And *points to my new icon* don&apos;t you love them like that? Ah so lovely my heart is so happy♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;COMMENTS ARE LOVED!!♥♥♥&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 13:09:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[fic] BETWEEN</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;BEETWEEN&lt;br /&gt;Length: oneshot &lt;br /&gt;Rating: nc-17&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, fluff&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Can anything come between them? &lt;br /&gt;A/N: Okay I wrote this because I want to know what&apos;s gonna be going on after the Taesu rumors. I don&apos;t know I just wrote it D: There&apos;s smut in it but I don&apos;t think its enough. I have another fic on the line, I don&apos;t know but I&apos;m kind of enjoying writing yoosu these days. Bring yoosu back! ^^;; So pardon. XD Enjoy?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my sweeties &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;jing_16&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jing-16.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://jing-16.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;jing_16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;caprishiqi&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://caprishiqi.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://caprishiqi.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;caprishiqi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Su don&apos;t worry I&apos;m here.&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;It wasn&apos;t always like this, me and Yoochun alone, together. Since we arrived back on our homeland, people have been bugging me. Asking me questions and forcing me to talk. It was getting hopeless, and a lot of people are doubting me. It feels like I&apos;m alone, and no one really cares. I don&apos;t really get why people are like that, I just touched her hand that&apos;s all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Su, are you alright?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I wasn&apos;t alone, I realized I have my other half. His touches, smiles, and words enlighten me in the midst of my downfall. I don&apos;t know why exactly he&apos;s staying with me, I know I&apos;m not worth the love he&apos;s giving. It&apos;s always me, Kim Junsu who have such problems and who fail at life. But I can&apos;t deny the fact that I love being with him, because he completes me and gives me everything that I need. That I&apos;d die if he would leave me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little things, I love seeing him do it for me. And I know that these are the things he always want to do since we never get to spend much time with each other, alone. His hand rubbed my arm and he looked at me with those pitiful eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Su..you look weary. I hate it.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&apos;d just plaster a fake smile and hold his hand. I&apos;m kind of ashamed since my hands are cold and sweaty, and I don&apos;t want him to absorb what I&apos;m feeling. I don&apos;t want him to feel down like I do, I don&apos;t want him to feel sad. Besides, we have each other so why don&apos;t we enjoy what we have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie let&apos;s go out.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He tilted his head and gave me a skeptical look. But he&apos;s just like that and follow me soon, and I love him looking at me with those eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Are you sure? You know there could be rumors about us dating.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He laughed and bit my shoulders, and I know he could be childish at times. But it makes him the Park Yoochun I love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Why, are you going to deny me?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course he isn&apos;t. But in public, we can&apos;t be real, we can&apos;t show our love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh baby, who&apos;s going to deny a lovely dolphin with a duckbutt and a great voice like you?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He cupped my cheeks and kissed me gently on the lips. I&apos;ve always said that Yoochun was my only happiness, and that he never fails to cheer me up. His lips locked into mine is the sweetest thing, that I always wanted to taste him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pulled away and hugged me tight, and I nuzzled my nose to the crook of his neck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, his smell drives me insane. Sweet and intoxicating, I want his smell to stick to mine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Su, it&apos;ll be alright. What matters is, I love you.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I smiled and hugged him tighter, so tight that his ribs could break. I want us to be like this forever, and as much as I think that there is forever, people make me feel that it isn&apos;t existing. That our relationship is starting to fall apart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He rubbed my back and pinched my butt, starting to get all childish again. I slap his hand and pull away, cupping his face with my small hands.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Where are we going Su?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His eyelids fluttered in excitement as he awaits for my answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;We&apos;re going to the cinema. I know you like movies Chunnie, so let&apos;s get going.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Why do we have to go to the cinema? I like it here in my room.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He grinned and dragged me to his bed. I know its been a long time since we have made love. Packed with schedules and guestings, we couldn&apos;t find time for ourselves. There was one time that Changmin barely ate the whole day, and I pity that kid for starving. But its the price to pay, we wanted this so we don&apos;t have the right to complain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie, I want us to feel that we&apos;re normal people. Now c&apos;mon and let&apos;s go the cinema.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pouted at me and I swear to god I fought the urge to kiss him right there because it&apos;ll only sweep me away again. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him up, oh and he needs to eat. Lately he&apos;s so thin that when he dances I fear that his body would break. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Alright Su, whatevery my baby wants.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He took my hand and we went to the cinema. I am a complete idiot for asking him out when I started tugging his hand, I forgot we cannot show our love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hmm Su?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked down and frowned, what If rumors spread again and affect the band? I don&apos;t want that to happen. I want us to be together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He held my hand tighter and cupped my face, his eyes smiled at me and whispered in my ear hot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Su, don&apos;t worry I&apos;m here.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We bought tickets and the lady smiled at us, &quot;Have a good time sir.&quot; that&apos;s what she said. I didn&apos;t mind it at all and thanked her, she must&apos;ve known, but I didn&apos;t care.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He took my hand again and we went inside the cinema. The air was cold and and the place was dark, and I want to smack myself for thinking thoughts that I shouldn&apos;t. It&apos;s a public place after all.He picked the seats and we sat at the back, and I know why. This boy is having thoughts the same as mine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The movie started and I shivered, the place is too cold but Yoochun isn&apos;t bothered by it. He loves cold places and I don&apos;t. I guess that explains the phrase &quot;opposite attracts&quot;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I scooted closer to him and removed the arm rest, he circled his arm and pulled me close. Much more better I thought, I love Yoochun&apos;s warmth and I always want to feel it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story was getting better, a love story that we chose to watch but suddenly I felt a touch&amp;nbsp;crawling on&amp;nbsp;my thigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Su..&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His lips were nibbling on my ear and I felt my body shudder, but in a good way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie, this is a public--&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the next I felt was his hand on my own sex, pumping it slowly and it&apos;s making my eyes shut, making me feel great. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I totally don&apos;t have control over myself, I just get swept and I don&apos;t complain. I found myself between his legs, and we were rocking. Back and forth, back and forth. He was pushing and I was pullng, my pants were on the floor. His hand were on my hips, and I was riding him. I felt so tight that a moan escaped my mouth, and he hushed me by putting his other hand over my mouth. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His grip tightened and I could feel his breath getting heavier. I shut my eyes, and rode him better. My hips were moving on its own, my hands on his thigh helping me move faster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fuck Su. Fuck.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I know you like that, boy.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I arched my back more and my right hand grabbed his nape. His skin..so smooth and lovely that I could eat him up for dinner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another thrust and I collapsed, my seed spilled and I didn&apos;t care. I couldn&apos;t move anymore and he hugged me. I slowly pulled out from him and went back to my seat, panting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;My pants, fuck.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He laughed and ran his hand through my leg, bent down and looked for it. He raised it with a finger and kissed me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Here baby.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I chuckled, kissed him and ran my lips through his lips. He tastes sweet, and I wanted more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh my Su, I guess we need to watch again we missed the whole climax.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shut up, horny beast.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the parking lot and he had his hand around my waist, and I love it when he does that. That he makes me feel warm and his, only his.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Su..&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked at his eyes and they were sparkling, like stars in the night. He leaned in and gave me a soft wet kiss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I love you.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that&apos;s all that matters. I don&apos;t need their opinions, I don&apos;t need their rumors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I love you too.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He smirked and ran his hand down my butt, squeezed it and began kissing me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh no. Not in a parking lot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I looked away and he pouted, I know this is going somewhere and I better cut it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie I feel so sad for the next people who are gonna be sitting on that spot at the cinema.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;They get the essence of two hot boys who just had sex.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I slapped his arm, chuckled and opened the car. I loved his jokes, even the lamest ones had me laughing and I don&apos;t know why. I guess because it&apos;s him, and I love everything about him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one thing&apos;s for sure, we&apos;re in love and no one can stand between us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS ARE LOVED!&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your thoughts and insights, so hit me! XD&lt;/p&gt;I&apos;M THINKING OF..F-LOCKING MY FICS CAUSE THERE&apos;S SOME ANTI LURKING IN HERE. SO TO BE SAFE IF YOU GUYS LIKE MY STORIES, DO ADD ME. BECAUSE I MIGHT..ONE DAY D: I HATE IT I KNOW.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 19:12:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[fic] GIVE UP</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;GIVE UP&lt;br /&gt;Length: oneshot &lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 &lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, Drama &lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: The way Yoochun feels while Junsu lingers with another.&lt;br /&gt;A/N: Okay I wrote this based on Taeyon x Junsu rumors. But NO&amp;nbsp;BASHING INTENDED. I AM NOT BASHING TAEYON. (although I really don&apos;t like taesu *cries a river*) This is mere fiction and I just love Yoosu too much. *coughs* It&apos;s short but sweet..I guess? This is Yoochun&apos;s point of view. Wrote this for 10 minutes. Not beta-ed so if you find errors, sorry I&apos;m only human XD Enjoy?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why are &lt;em&gt;WE&lt;/em&gt; like this?&amp;nbsp; Is there no&lt;em&gt; WE&lt;/em&gt; anymore? Is there still?..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;you&apos;re the only one for me Kim Junsu, the only one.&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears cascaded my cheeks when I saw you smiling at &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, when I saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; touching you. I am crazy for crying like this, for thinking of things that are not really happening. But can you blame me? I love you too much that I stopped breathing, cause it breaks my heart everytime I see you with someone. Someone that isn&apos;t me. Or better yet, someone better than &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;. I know we can&apos;t be together forever, that this little craziness caused by others bloomed to a love that they call won&apos;t stand forever, that you&apos;d leave me someday, that all of this can&apos;t be true. But it is, for me. For me, it is you that makes me live, makes me think that the sky is blue, makes my heart beating all the time. For me, our love is real, our love is true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They can call me stupid for just sitting back like this, waiting for you to come back and smile at me. But what can I do if your smiles are better off with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;? That &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; deserves you better than I do? I have nothing more to offer, but my everlasting love. I cannot hold you back for my own happiness, and it&apos;ll only hurt me if I don&apos;t see you happy. I have promised to give you eternal happiness, and if &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; is your happiness then so be it. If I have to give you up I&apos;ll be willing to, but I guess it&apos;ll take a while before I forget. It&apos;s not hard to throw our relationship that lasted for 7 years? 8 years? No it&apos;s not. But the truth is, it&apos;s gonna cause me death. And I&apos;d rather go blind than see you with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My ears are going numb for hearing people cheering for you and for &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, for hearing that our &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; are over. I don&apos;t want things to end up this way Junsu, because I only see you. Because I only hear your voice singing, and it&amp;nbsp;plays over and over again until I get deaf. Because I never want to hear anything but you saying your unending i love you-s and you saying my name. I&apos;m selfish as it is, but I only love you Junsu and no one else. But if you don&apos;t feel the same way for me too, I guess its now my time to step back and let you go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I&apos;ve had mistakes in the past and I&apos;m sorry for that. Sorry for making you cry in the dark while I touch somebody else, sorry for leaving you hanging when you needed me the most, sorry for being an asshole when I hurt you. I have my flaws and you have yours and that&apos;s what make &lt;em&gt;us&lt;/em&gt; perfect. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will never forget the way you first touched me, the way you say my name, the way you first kissed me and the way you first said that you love me. I must thank the person above for giving me such a wonderful life, for meeting you and falling in love with &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;. You are the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me, and I will never regret it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until then, don&apos;t forget that &lt;em&gt;I still love you&lt;/em&gt; and forever will I. Until my heart stops beating and the world explodes. You&apos;re the only one for me Kim Junsu, the &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS LOVED!♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s kind of heartbreaking i know. .__. *hides*&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 13 May 2008 09:31:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>icon post 05 [haptic, t concert, O concert (taipei) &amp; random]</title>
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  <description>i&apos;d like to share the icons i&apos;ve made for the past few days. they don&apos;t look that good, but i still hope you like them XD and..there&apos;s a lot of Junsu icons again, forgive me i cannot help but make a lot because..just because he&apos;s Junsu and I love him to death.♥ And also Chun..my yoosu *squishes them*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if any of you like them, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;YOU MAY USE IT ANYWHERE BUT CREDIT ME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. ^^;;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;60 icons here^^;;&quot;&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;LJ&lt;/strong&gt;, this is how to credit: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/credit.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;FORUMS&lt;/strong&gt;, this is how to credit: (there are two ways) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Avatar made by: ilovessyou@livejournal.com &lt;br /&gt;2) Avatar credits: ilovessyou@livejournal.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can put it in your signature. i&apos;ve been to ASIANFANATICS and I saw my Jaejoong icon (the hardest that i made, it took me time to make that. .__. ) but the person who &lt;strike&gt;stole&lt;/strike&gt; took my icon didn&apos;t credit me. And what&apos;s worst is..you&apos;re HOTLINKING. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO NOT HOTLINK MY ICONS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. i uploaded them in my own photobucket! T_T it&apos;s not gonna take you long if you uploaded it in your &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; server, cause it&apos;s just a small file.&amp;nbsp;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;And I know you by the way, i talked to you before. so I was so kind not to take down the icon so that you can still use it.&lt;/strike&gt; (but do not follow her and take my kindness for granted XD)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser&apos; lj:user=&apos;blinkable&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://blinkable.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://blinkable.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;blinkable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;dear, I don&apos;t have the pouting Chunnie! because the quality is bad. T_T but i guess #60&amp;nbsp;made up for it? *hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing=&quot;2&quot; cellpadding=&quot;8&quot; width=&quot;300&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; table=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;01&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;02&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;03&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;04&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yoosu13.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/yoosu14.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; 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src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/dbsg/min10.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/dbsg/min11.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;57&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;58&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;59&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffffff&quot;&gt;60&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor=&quot;#c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/dbsg/chun18.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/junsu26.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/dbsg/yoosu21.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/dbsg/chun20.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;okay #60 is my personal favorite because...jflajflkfjaf;ja CHUNNIE!&amp;nbsp;DORK!&lt;br /&gt;if you like them or not..please leave a comment so i would know if I&apos;m getting better or not ^^;; thanks!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 17:32:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>YOOSU HUMPING ALERT</title>
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  <description>YOOSU HUMPING (forgive me for the word that&apos;s all i can think as of now) &lt;br /&gt;they are..dalkfjlfkjaf;lkafjaflk! HOW COULD THEY ROLL THEIR HIPS LIKE THAT IT&apos;S AMAZING SEXY SO SEXY NOW MY MIND IS GOING TO CRASH! BRAINGASM HALLLPPP~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljembed&quot; embedid=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;lj-embed id=&quot;12&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOOCHUN IS SO LUCKY. LOOK AT THAT BODY, HE&apos;S ALL YOURS CHUNNIE AND I ENVY YOU. &amp;gt;D&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;i died&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/tw15-1.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO DIE FOR.♥&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/4-1.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I want some smutty fic. bring it on! &amp;gt;:] *evil grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 19:27:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>[fic] LAST BREATH</title>
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  <description>Title: LAST BREATH &lt;br /&gt;Length: oneshot &lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13 &lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance, Drama &lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Diagnosed of Cancer, Junsu decides to feel Yoochun just once, even if it costs him to die the next day, he would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;He found your hair falling off,a big chunk and he clenches his fist and hides it under your sheets. You&apos;re starting to wilt, starting to fade away.&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&apos;t wanna die a virgin.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell that yourself and the next day you catch him, you tell him the exact thing that has been going on your mind.&lt;/p&gt;&quot;Yoochun, I don&apos;t wanna die a virgin.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su stop saying that.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why? You don&apos;t want to screw me?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;It&apos;s not like that, I don&apos;t want to hear you speaking about death. Because you&apos;re not &lt;br /&gt;going to die.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Maybe you just don&apos;t wanna make love with me. Because I have this disease.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you turn away, and you hear him sigh. It&apos;s not easy, counting your days because of an illness that is starting to creep down your spine. It&apos;s there, and it won&apos;t get out of system. God gave you that, it is a blessing, it&apos;s his plan. But you can&apos;t seem to accept it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why me? Out of billions of people..why me? Why?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, it&apos;s not that you can&apos;t accept it. It&apos;s because you fear not death, but losing him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fear the day when he comes and sits beside your hospital bed, tears in his eyes as he holds your hand. You fear not seeing his smile, his cheeks so high that you want to pinch them so bad. You fear not feeling your hand in his, the warmth filling you hand fills your soul too. You fear that you can&apos;t hear his voice, the sound that has been filling your ears as it became the song replaying over and over again. But the worst thing is, you fear that he would say those words that would cause your own suicide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&apos;t love you anymore.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You don&apos;t want to hear it, so you cover your ears and shut your eyes. But somehow he manages to read your mind, and your actions. You feel his hands over yours, slowly he&apos;s pulling it away, as he speak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Junsu, I love you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it&apos;s enough. Enough for you to lose everything except him, you&apos;ve accepted everything, your fate, your destiny. Because at the end, he&apos;s still with you, and he loves you. You slowly open your eyes and you meet his gaze, his eyes looking at you filled with love and fear. You&apos;re not alone, he&apos;s scared too and you can see it in his eyes. He doesn&apos;t want to fail you, and he doesn&apos;t want you to leave. He holds your hand and smiles at you and you feel your heart crushed, minced and stabbed. Because you can&apos;t have all of him, forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he leans forward and you can hear him breathe, he&apos;s an inch away from you that you breathe the same air he releases. And you feel his lips pressed onto yours and you simply return it without a second thought. And you pull away to tell him something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yoochun, I wanna feel you..just once.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he takes your hand and leads you to your bedroom. He knows it well, it&apos;s been 15 years. He holds your shoulders and you tilt your head, thinking what&apos;s going to happen next. And he smiles at you and lifts your shirt, but he kisses your cheek first and pulls it over your head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yoochun..&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I love you, Junsu.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn&apos;t say anything else but he takes off his shirt too and he moves closer to you. And you feel his arms around you, the coldness of the air whisked away by the warmth he brings. You feel like you just had the antidote to your disease. But you feel weak at the same time, that&apos;s just the way it is..he makes you fall on your knees and beg for more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly steps and you follow, still tangled in his arms and you feel so safe. You finally reach the bed and he lays you down softly, like a feather that fell from the sky. He kisses your forhead and then your lips, while he unbuckled your belt and then his. &lt;br /&gt;You want to feel him so bad. Just once, even if you have to die the next day. You feel your bed shift when he crawls on top of you and you realize, you&apos;re going to feel him inside of you, that he&apos;s going to make love to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies in your stomach, cotton candies melting in your mouth. You can&apos;t describe it, the way it feels..and you keep thinking about it, keep on making the memory alive in your mind because you know that sooner or later you&apos;ll forget it, because the disease starts to spread in your body and damages every inch of your body that is alive.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lays down beside you, and holds your hand under the sheets. He cups your cheek and wipes your sweat away, and he kisses your lips once again, stopping your intake of air for a second but you don&apos;t mind. You just keep thinking, keep on thinking about him with your eyes shut and suddenly you feel his hand caressing your hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He breathes heavily and sniffs, you don&apos;t know why but you don&apos;t ask. He found your hair falling off, a big chunk and he clenches his fist and hides it under your sheets. You&apos;re starting to wilt, starting to fade away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You open your eyes and smile at him. You&apos;re happy, too happy that you finally felt it. It&apos;s not that you don&apos;t love him like before but the bond you have became stronger, and you know it. You lean forward to kiss him, a soft one but full of love. And you nuzzle your nose into his, a habit that you can&apos;t seem to remove.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun ah..I love you. And if I die tonight, I want you to know that you&apos;re the best thing that happened to my life. You&apos;re one who taught me how to be strong, you&apos;re the one who taught me how to love and be patient and to live life to the fullest.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;You feel his hand sweating and he holds on to you tight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Junsu..don&apos;t say that please.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yoochun..I want you to be ready. I&apos;m not going to last longer, not going to last forever. But I will wait for you.. Even if I die, my love won&apos;t. Even if my heart stops beating, it won&apos;t stop beating for you. No one can separate our hearts Yoochun, I want you to know that.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs your shoulder and hugs you tight, and you feel his tears cascading your shoulders. You drape your arm over his waist and pull him closer because you want to feel him, let him feel the love you have for him and be with him until your last breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Yoochun.. I love you, forever.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Junsu..I love you too, forever.&quot; &lt;p&gt;As soon as you heard his reply, your eye shuts and you feel your heart stop beating. &lt;br /&gt;And you&apos;re off..The plane to the next life has taken you, and you all you left with him is your love, your promise of forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ugh, wrote this for 30 minutes. I dunno but I was listening to Only Hope&apos;s piano version and Love in the ice less vocal so I was inspired to write this one. XD Forgive me..if it&apos;s sad. *cries*&amp;nbsp;Its quite heartbreaking isn&apos;t it?....Let me&amp;nbsp;know what you think XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS LOVED! &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, my journal will be semi-locked. But my fics will not be locked so that everyone can view. But my personal rants and blog entries will be locked. I don&apos;t want people peeking through my life and judging me for all the things I write. So if you want to know more about me, just add me up ^^;; i don&apos;t decline people. But send me a message introducing yourself so that I would know who you are. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 17:48:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>LIVE ACTION NAOOO~</title>
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  <description>I THINK I JUST KILLED PEOPLE OVER DBSG COMM. AND NOW I CANNOT HOLD BACK MY OTHER SIDE. LOOKS LIKE DONG BANG BOYS ARE ON CRACK. LIKE WTF CHUN SCARY SEX FACE. HAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;BUT SUSU OMG YOU CAN BEND, DANG BABY YOU&apos;RE NOT INNOCENT ANYMORE. BUT ITS OKAY I STILL LOVE YOU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON&apos;T KNOW BUT I DON&apos;T SEE THEM AS BANDMATES NOW. WHAT&apos;S GOING ON MY MIND IS -BUTTSEX-BUTTSEX-BUTTSEX- HOW BAD IS THAT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MAN, CHUN IS ONE PRETTY/HANDSOME SLUT. I&apos;LL BUY HIM ALONG WITH JUNSU AND GET LIVE ACTION. DANG. SORRY MIN, I&apos;D LIKE TO OFFER YOU TO SOMEONE ELSE XD IT&apos;S AMAZING HOW CHUN INFLUENCES THEM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WONDER IF THE FLOOR GETS STICKY WHEN THE CONCERT ENDS. OH BOYS, THE OBASANS ARE GOING CRAZZEH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA BUY THE DVD. IT&apos;S WORTH IT. THE RIDE ON, AND ALL THE GROPING. OH GOSH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I WANT A JAEHO VERSION C&apos;MON GUYS DON&apos;T BE SUCH&amp;nbsp;A PARTY POOPER. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BUT SUSU YOU&apos;RE STILL CUTE SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS COMES BACK XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;i wanna pinch your cheeks :&quot;&gt;&quot;&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/SUUUSOCUTE.jpg&quot; /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE I&apos;M ON A YOOSU HIGH AND YOU CAN&apos;T BLAME ME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y243/shushu_behbe/YOOSUKISS1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it&apos;s brilliant. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS NICE HOW I FIND MY EVENINGS THE BEST. I HAD A BAD START THIS MORNING FUCK THE ENROLLMENT THINGY. MY HEAD WAS SPINNING AND IT WAS ALL HOT &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; FORGIVE ME NOW. I&apos;LL BE BACK TO MYSELF TOMORROW.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I MUST SLEEP, AND DREAM OF YOOSU HAVING...YOU DON&apos;T WANT TO KNOW. XD&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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  <title>[fic] HOW COULD YOU by Mario</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title:&amp;nbsp;HOW COULD YOU&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Length: oneshot&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17 &lt;br /&gt;Genre: Romance/ smut/ angst-ish&lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: This is how Junsu feels these day now that the crowd is screaming &quot;Yoomin&quot; on stage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How was that?! I&apos;ve been listening to this song. I dunno but it reminded me of Yoosumin. Poor Junsu&amp;nbsp;must be crying in the dark when Yoomin had sex on the stage. But now he has joined the bandwagon!&amp;nbsp; my innocent Junsu.. DDDD: He has now learned about the world..*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins* Junsu topped XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Chunnie..you&apos;ve been a bad boy.&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It&apos;s kinda crazy baby,&lt;br /&gt;How I remember things, (like where you came from and how you had nothin)&lt;br /&gt;I went and made you fly,&lt;br /&gt;Put extras on your ride, (didn&apos;t miss a birthday now u cant even remember mine)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu was staring out the window, thinking of the days he spent with Yoochun..their good old days when he used to buy stuff that Yoochun liked, and how amusing Yoochun repays him. Caresses served as appetizers, and having his own little bunny fill him while dolphin shrieks fill their room. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You made it clear to me (you wasn&apos;t down for me),&lt;br /&gt;(Love made me blind, baby) but now I see,&lt;br /&gt;(you had things up your sleeve, dont even lie to me) I even heard it from your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But when this third live tour happened, all of a sudden Yoochun turned different. Junsu would of course still buy him things and show his love but Yoochun would always find ways to save his ass from having a hot sex with his lover. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Chunnie..I bought you a skimpy underwear. But I guess it would look good on you. C&apos;mon baby don&apos;t you want to try it?..&quot; Junsu caressed his thigh and licked his earlobes, but Yoochun looked away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I&apos;m tired Su..Can we sleep now?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu pouted but Yoochun didn&apos;t care, he put the sheets over his head. He didn&apos;t want to have a kinky sex right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fine.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu slept facing the other side while Yoochun turned the other side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could you let somebody lay where I layed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was 2 hours from their wake up call when Junsu found Yoochun missing in their bed. He wondered where Yoochun went, and he worried that he might have sleep walked. He got out of bed and wore his bunny bedroom slippers, and went out to look for him. While he was walking along their hall, he heard moans escaping from a room nearby. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The sign says: &quot;Changminnie&apos;s room, knock if you&apos;re a human.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah right. I&apos;m human. What? Knock? No way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He pressed his ear onto the door, trying to catch the sounds coming from the inside. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Nghhhh Yoochun...Ahhh..harder..&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yoochun?! Yoochun is having sex with Changmin?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The poor boy dashed inside his room, covered his ears and shut his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could you give him everything that we made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day Junsu found Changmin playing with Yoochun&apos;s plushie, one which he made for him. It was Yoochun&apos;s why is he playing with it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Junsu hyung..look Yoochun gave me this.&quot; He raised the plushie and Junsu turned away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could you call him all the names that you used to call me?&lt;br /&gt;How could You How Could You just forget about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun just arrived their apartment and Junsu was at the kitchen. Junsu heard those footsteps, he knows it clearly. It was Yoochun&apos;s. Even the sound of his footsteps seemed so familiar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Changminnie?&quot; Yoochun called out. &quot;Where is my little baby boy?&quot; He called out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu almost minced his fingers when Yoochun called out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;My little baby boy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It reminded him when Yoochun used to call him &quot;My little dolphin boy&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Could You teach him all the things I taught You?&lt;br /&gt;How Could You put him up to the Ghetto Kama Sutra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu was about to ask Yoochun to come with him and see a movie but he found Yoochun at the living room sitting beside Changmin.&amp;nbsp;Yoochun had his hand over Changmin&apos;s shoulder as he explained something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Minnie, did you know? That bunnies need affection or else they&apos;ll die?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Really?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mhmmm. So you need to be affectionate towards me from now on. Or else I&apos;ll die.&quot; He laughed and nuzzled his nose onto the taller one&apos;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chunnie..I was the one who taught you that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How Could You put me in the back and give him the front seat?&lt;br /&gt;How Could You How Could You just forget about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Junsu was about to open the front door of the car when suddenly Yoochun came behind his back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Sorry Su, front seat&apos;s saved for Min.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? When did that happen?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the back door instead. Went inside, sat down and folded his arms at his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must be out ya mind,&lt;br /&gt;You got alot of nerve (to think that im gone chill after all the shit I heard),&lt;br /&gt;I damn near carried you,&lt;br /&gt;I could&apos;ve married you,&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I found out before I bought that 7 karat for ya,&lt;br /&gt;(I kno ur sick about) the way I found you out,&lt;br /&gt;(GO head and pack it out) I hope he&apos;s got room in his house,&lt;br /&gt;You should have thought of me before you hopped in the sheets,&lt;br /&gt;Damn I cant believe that u did this to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&quot;Su..&quot; Yoochun&apos;s fingers trailed at the other&apos;s slim waist, teasing as he whispered in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I missed you..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu smiled and swatted Yoochun&apos;s arm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why don&apos;t you go to your little boy instead?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;What are you saying?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Fuck Yoochun, I ain&apos;t a fool. Pack your things, you can go. And oh, leave the diamond ring I bought you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I tried to give u everything,&lt;br /&gt;Can&apos;t believe the ways u repaid me,&lt;br /&gt;Boy u had it all,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess my all wasn&apos;t good enough for you,&lt;br /&gt;Baby I&apos;ve accepted it,&lt;br /&gt;And I aint gone trip,&lt;br /&gt;Boy I&apos;m movin on,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cant help but think that another man&apos;s gonna get the one I made for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Junsu changed his sheets and organized his things. Yoochun left and crashed in Jaejoong&apos;s room, temporarily haulting Yunho and Jaejoong&apos;s&amp;nbsp;&quot;sexy time&quot;. He slept at the floor, his body aching from the hardness of the floor. The cold creeping onto his back was enough to make him awake all night. When he tried to sleep and shut his eyes,&amp;nbsp;a hand gripped his wrist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Ssshh Chunnie..come with me..&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure nodded and pulled him from his sheets. Junsu dragged him from Jaejoong&apos;s room and when they got out, Junsu pushed Yoochun on the wall and started kissing his neck. Yoochun hissed and shut his eyes, the feeling of Junsu&apos;s lips pressed on him was intoxicating.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu pulled away and slipped his hand inside Yoochun&apos;s shirt, tugging on his nipple lightly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Chunnie..you&apos;ve been a bad boy.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun blinked and inched forward to pull a kiss when Junsu moved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Look Chunnie I&apos;m sorry I drove you away..but you can&apos;t blame me. Changmin is such a bitch to have his body all over you.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su..I..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shushh..&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabbed Yoochun by the collar and pulled him inside his room where he could have him all by himself.&amp;nbsp;As soon as the door swung open, he pushed Yoochun at the bed and sat on top of him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m sorry Chunnie it has to be this way.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leaned to press a rough kiss and he pulled his grey shirt over his head. Junsu then started trailing down feather like kisses through his bare stomach that Yoochun could feel his insides twitch, a net of butterflies swarming inside him. Why is Junsu like this? Why is he topping him? Oh gods, but he couldn&apos;t blame him because he was enjoying every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His bulge was now visible over his pyjamas, throbbing and screaming to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su..Ngghhh..&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;How do you like it Chunnie?&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slipped his hand inside Yoochun&apos;s pyjamas, slowly pumping him, upgrading speed.&amp;nbsp;A few pumps and Yoochun jerked away, enough he thought. Enough of the teasing already. He was about to reach for the lube beside Junsu&apos;s bed, the drawer&apos;s handle nearly at the tip of his fingers when Junsu swatted his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No Chunnie..you&apos;re not getting any of that tonight. I told you..you&apos;ve been a bad boy.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu pulled another kiss from him and put down his own pyjamas until it reached his knees. Yoochun was shocked when Junsu removed his too, and positioned himself to Yoochun&apos;s entrance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su..What..are you doing?!&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I&apos;m topping tonight. I missed you Chunnie..and since you&apos;ve been a bad boy...I have to do this.&quot; He stroked Yoochun&apos;s thigh and leaned forward to lick his lover&apos;s length.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun gripped the sheets when he felt his tight ring expand, Junsu pushed in him hard leaving Yoochun trying to catch his breath. He thrusted in and out rough, not even following a rhythm. Junsu didn&apos;t care, he needed to punish Yoochun. What an asshole to leave him just for a kid. He&apos;s gonna regret it, and Junsu was actually successful. Junsu&apos;s skin was glowing in sweat and Yoochun gasped when he started moving faster, his hair stuck to his wide forehead, sweat dripping from Junsu&apos;s body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu stopped for a bit to catch his breath and when he was about to thrust back in, he felt his body collapse on Yoochun&apos;s chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Shut up Chunnie. No I&apos;m not tired.&quot;&amp;nbsp; He breathed heavy and tried to get up and start his punishment again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su just..please..It hurts.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Yoochun wrapped his arms around Junsu to keep him from moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear fell from Junsu&apos;s eye, and he wiped it away immediately. It was horrible to bear, Yoochun&apos;s plea..his voice shattered and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Su I&apos;m sorry.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How could I not forgive you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I&apos;m still the loser. In the end, you&apos;re still all I want. You&apos;re still my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&quot;I promise I won&apos;t leave you again.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Yoochun kissed Junsu&apos;s forehead as they lay themselves to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <title>[fic] DARE - Chapter 13 [reconcile]</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;Title: DARE &lt;br /&gt;Length: Chapter Thirteen/? &lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17 &lt;br /&gt;Genre: High school/ Romance/ fluff &lt;br /&gt;Pairings: Jaeho/Yoosu &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Jaejoong recovered from the break up with his &quot;boyfriend&quot;. Jung Yunho barged in his place and caught his heart. Will Jaejoong fall in love with him? Will he open his heart? + Junsu&apos;s been waiting for his &lt;br /&gt;bestfriend Yoochun. When will Yoochun make his move? When will they quit living in denial? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/1651.html&quot;&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/1850.html&quot;&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/2255.html&quot;&gt;[3]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/2553.html&quot;&gt;[4]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/2716.html&quot;&gt;[5]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/3054.html&quot;&gt;[6]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/3397.html&quot;&gt;[7]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/3888.html&quot;&gt;[8]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/4742.html&quot;&gt;[9]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/6156.html&quot;&gt;[10]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/7056.html&quot;&gt;[11]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/8580.html&quot;&gt;[12]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;You can call me a whore Yunho, but this whore fucking loves you with all his heart and soul.&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A week passed by again and the two still aren&apos;t seeing each other. Jaejoong stayed home and didn&apos;t attend classes, he missed a lot and he still didn&apos;t know that he was one of the top 10 in their batch. It would&apos;ve been wonderful if he celebrated with Yunho, but it was impossible now. He was too scared to see Yunho, too scared that he&apos;ll be dumped again, too scared that Yunho would say those five words that would be the cause of his suicide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don&apos;t love you anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&apos;s not that easy. The course of love wasn&apos;t that easy as it looks like. Even if you have love and not trust, then it won&apos;t work at all. Yunho attended classes as if nothing happened. But things went the other way for him. Changmin tried to talk to him about what&apos;s happening between them, that Jaejoong must&apos;ve some reason why he acted that way. But Yunho shoved him off. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t talk to me.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hyung I just wanted to help.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I said get the bloody hell out of my way.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Changmin turned away, maybe he thought it still wasn&apos;t the time to talk to him. That he should&apos;ve been given much more time he needed, but Changmin was worrying about Jaejoong. He couldn&apos;t bear to see his friend like that. Yoochun was still caring for Jaejoong, he along with Junsu took care of him. They slept over Jaejoong&apos;s house to assist him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaejoong was just always staring out the window, the noise of the cold wind brushing his face was the only sound that filled the room. Yoochun and Junsu thought that it was awful to look at, how things turned this way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Don&apos;t you think it&apos;s too harsh?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t know Chunnie. But I can&apos;t blame Yunho either.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;But look at him, I can&apos;t bear it. I don&apos;t want to see him like that.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t want to see him like that too Chunnie, it breaks my heart.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun hugged Junsu, the warmth of his embrace removing the coldness that enveloped his lover&apos;s heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- - -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu tapped Jaejoong&apos;s shoulder, a sign that he wanted to talk to him. Jaejoong turned to look at him and forced a smile, a little gift to show his friend that he was thankful he was there. Somehow Junsu&apos;s heart twitched a second, it was too hard to look at his friend like that. Jaejoong wearing a fake smile, his eyes tired from crying and his pale cheeks&apos; flesh sucked in his bone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Jae..&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;...&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What&apos;s your plan?.. You know it can&apos;t be this way forever.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaejoong smiled and patted Junsu at his shoulder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I&apos;m going to fight for my love.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu smiled and hugged him, he was there to support him all the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day Jaejoong woke up early and dressed in his school uniform, all tidied up and ready to go when he saw Junsu and Yoochun kissing at the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ahemm..&quot; He cleared his throat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;We&apos;re gonna be late.&quot; Jaejoong ruffled his hair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Junsu pulled away when he heard Jaejoong&apos;s voice and pushed Yoochun at the side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ah...errh. Sorry Jae, Chunnie was demanding..it&apos;s too early isn&apos;t it?&quot; He rubbed his nape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Not here in my house please, don&apos;t taint it.&quot; and he laughed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun actually stopped when he heard Jaejoong laugh, its been a while now since he laughed like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He opened his car and Jaejoong sat at the front seat while Yoochun and Junsu sat at the back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ohh what&apos;s this?&quot; Junsu found a boquet of roses at the back and he poked it slightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hey don&apos;t touch that. It&apos;s for Yunho.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What????? You bought these for Yunho? Since when did you become that cheesy?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoochun&apos;s eyes nearly popped out when Jaejoong told them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yes I did. Now get in. We don&apos;t want to be late, don&apos;t we?&quot; Jaejoong brushed his hair to the side and buckled up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaejoong, you can do this. C&apos;mon.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were waiting at the lobby when Yunho&apos;s car arrived, Junsu pushed Jaejoong to walk right up on Yunho and he did. Jaejoong looked at his eyes straight. Those pair of black orbs, he missed them so bad..that he thought he wouldn&apos;t see those pair of unique eyes anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yunho..&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yunho stood there and looked at Jaejoong like he was some kind of gangster. He examined him from head to toe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You&apos;re skinny Jae, what the hell happened? Oh my baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What? Here to break my heart again? You&apos;ve got a lot of boys to fuck Jaejoong. And I ain&apos;t one of them.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaejoong&apos;s body trembled. It was hurtful. He felt like a sword just hit his heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Once is enough Jaejoong, I&apos;m not going to be fooled again.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yunho please..listen to me..Just once.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You&apos;ve got five minutes Kim, after that you&apos;re done. And its up to me if I would still forgive you.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh please, I can bear five minutes. Just please don&apos;t say that you don&apos;t love me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They agreed to talk at the back building so that they could talk to themselves. Yoochun and Junsu waved goodbye, and they hoped that it would be okay.Yunho leaned his back at the wall while Jaejoong faced him to tell all the explanations he concluded in his mind through the week that he didn&apos;t attend school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Start now, time&apos;s wasted.&quot; Yunho demanded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yunho..I&apos;m sorry I didn&apos;t tell you earlier. But whatever happened between us Dave, it &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;was nothing. We just kissed, it was a mistake.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Why didn&apos;t you tell me?&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Because I was afraid that you&apos;d flee away from me. I was so scared..and that time I was planning to tell you, Tae Woong started seeing me because he wanted to prove that he&apos;s a changed person.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I thought we talked about trust Jae.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jae.&amp;nbsp;It sounds beautiful.&amp;nbsp;Finally, he said it. He didn&apos;t say my real name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I know we did Yunho..but I&apos;m a weakling. I have to admit, it was my fault. I should&apos;ve &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;trusted you..trusted that you love me with all your heart.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yunho fought the urge to hold him, it was too soon. He couldn&apos;t possibly do that, he was hurt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Tae Woong started seeing you?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yes he did, but we did nothing wrong. I swear to all the gods, smite me now if we did something wrong.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;He didn&apos;t...try to get you back?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;No he didn&apos;t. He&apos;s a changed person now Yunho, and he said his goodbyes because he was leaving for America the next day. His mother is ill and he needs to take good care of her.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;But why did you walk out on me that day when I said that I don&apos;t feel your love anymore?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Because I was guilty about all those wrong things that I have done.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;You can call me a whore Yunho, but this whore fucking loves you with all his heart and soul.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yunho clenched his fist, his heart..is beating. He can feel it beat once again, that was it. He never felt other things, he was mad yes, furious of what happened why Jaejoong did those..but never a single second is his life that he thought he doesn&apos;t love Jaejoong anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Yunho..you can tell me what you want now. I can take it. You&apos;ve taught me how to love, how to be strong. Yunho tell me..&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he inched forward to hold Yunho&apos;s cheek, but Yunho looked away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I need time Jae.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaejoong sighed and nodded, but he reached for Yunho&apos;s hand and gave the boquet of roses he bought this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;This is for you, I don&apos;t know why I bought those..But I thought roses could give me confidence.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yunho took it from Jaejoong&apos;s hand and walked away, leaving Jaejoong behind, clueless.He dashed into a nearby washroom and locked himself in a cubicle. He smelled the roses and placed them close to his chest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jae..I can&apos;t last a single day without you. I still love you..so much.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~o~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Do you think they&apos;re okay?&quot; Junsu asked as he brushed his uniform clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t know..What if Yunho hyung is doing something wrong..Later on we&apos;ll find Jae black and blue.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shut up Min! That&apos;s not going to happen.&quot; Junsu whacked Changmin&apos;s head with his bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ouch! What? According to the reasoning of science, anything can happen. Impossible is nothing.&quot; Changmin rubbed his head in pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Zip it with the science. I don&apos;t want to hear.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few minutes, Jaejoong stepped inside the classroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Oh! Jaejoong hyung!&quot; Changmin called out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Hi.&quot; Jaejoong smiled and walked towards them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Changmin searched Jaejoong for wounds. &quot;Are you okay? You don&apos;t have wounds?&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What? Yunho wouldn&apos;t do that Min.&quot; Jaejoong let out a soft laugh, intriguing the other four.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Woah! Looks like it&apos;s all worked out.&quot; Yoochun poked Jaejoong&apos;s waist and he twitched a little, Yoochun&apos;s finger tickling him slightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What did he say?&quot; Junsu folded his arms at his chest and asked Jaejoong while he&apos;s fixing his table.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;He said he needs time. I&apos;d give him all the time in the world.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Woah..That sounds nice.&quot; Yoochun teased.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Eww it&apos;s actually cheesy.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Shut up Chunnie!&quot; Junsu nudged him at his chest slightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They stopped teasing each other for a moment when Yunho finally came inside the classroom. They looked at him and they noticed the roses, he was holding them. Yunho sat at his chair and fixed his things, the boquet of roses close to his bag. Jaejoong nudged them to stop looking at him when Yunho noticed that they were checking him out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Stop looking at him.&quot; And th