shut up, you bitch!

by powerangers_08@yahoo.com

note: this is inspired but a DBSK Prompt Generator. written in a span of 15 minutes and an utter rubbish.. ;__;

They were both just came in from the door. A slam could be heard as soon as the key was done being unlocked. A song could be heard blasted through the television as 9 girls could be seen dancing with annoying cheekiness on the screen, but even that could not smother the sound of two people screaming their lungs out.

“it was just a drink, Yunho-ah!” Jaejoong yelled, his eyes flared.

“a drink? A DRINK?!” Yunho yelled back, if possible even louder, “He was a fucking stranger, Jaejoong!”

You're so so handsome
My eyes my eyes are blinded
I can't breathe because I'm trembling

“so what? It was nothing, and you know it!”

“it was NOT nothing and YOU should know it!”

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

“what the hell is this?,” Jaejoong question disbelievingly, “a drink by a stranger is NORMAL in a bar, you fucking naive!”

“it’s NOT normal when IT’S YOU, darn it!” Yunho answered angrily back. He threw the house key to the wall; emphasizing his words.

Oh I feel so embarrassed
I can't look at you
I feel shy because I've fallen in love

“oh i know!” Jaejoong points an accusing finger towards him, “you’re fucking jeal-“

“don’t you dare tell me i’m jealous!” Yunho’s eyes looked livid.

Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

“well, you are!”

“i’m NOT!”

(What should I do~) What should I do?
(My trembling heart) About my trembling heart
(Thump thump thump thump) My heart kept thumping, So I couldn't fall asleep at night

“then why are you getting SO worked up-“

“what if he slipped DRUGS in your drink?! what if he slipped POISON in your drink?! You might want to remember you’re a fucking CELEBRITY-“

I guess I guess I'm a fool
A fool that knows you, only you
Yes, as I look at you~~

“it’s my LIFE, damn it!”

“you selfish bastard..” Yunho growled, “i CARE about you, you idiot! You! i nearly DIE of worry! What part of it is SO DAMN HARD for you to get it?!”

So bright so bright My eyes are blinded no no no no no
So surprised surprised I'm shocked oh oh oh oh oh
So tingly tingly my body is trembling gee gee gee gee gee
Oh glittering eyes (oh yeah~) Oh sweet aroma (oh yeah yeah yeah~)

Jaejoong didn’t come back with a retort which abruptly stopped Yunho pacing in his track. His heart thumped uneasily. Gulping, he risked a glance at the other guy and immediately diverting his eyes towards the sofa. Jaejoong was staring at him, a tender look in his eyes.

“you were?” he asked softly.

Oh so so pretty
Your heart is so pretty
I was captured from first glance, caught so closely
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

“y.. yes i was,” Yunho mumbled, his eyes concentrating hard at the littlest bit of thread hanging by the couch’s arm. Through his peripheral vision, he could see Jaejoong walked closer. He willed his heart to calm down.

I can't touch it because it's so hot
I'm engulfed by love's fire completely
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby
Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby

“i’m sorry i yelled at you,” Jaejoong whispers. His voice a velvet against Yunho’s ears. When had he moved closer, again? Yunho heaved a sharp intake of breath.

(What should I do) What should I do
(because I'm so shy) because I'm so shy
(No no no no no) I don't know why but every day I long for only you

“i.. i’m sorry too. I’m sorry i doubt you,” as soon as he said this, Yunho felt, rather than saw Jaejoong smiled. It made his heart soared, for some reason.

My close friends tell me
That I'm really a helpless fool
But as I look at you~~

So bright so bright My eyes are blinded no no no no no
So surprised surprised I'm shocked oh oh oh oh oh
So tingly tingly my body is trembling gee gee gee gee gee
Oh your glittering eyes (oh yeah~) Oh this sweet aroma (oh yeah yeah yeah~)

And suddenly the magic vanished, broken by their own yell.

“SHUT UP YOU BITCH!”

To the television.

Not Mine To Have 2

by farah_prong@yahoo.com.my

Well, A'an...This is the continuation of the story...

~*~

‘Yunho-sshi…’

Shit. When did he come here?

‘Ah…manager-san,’ I faked a smile and watch Changmin observing me at the corner of my eyes.

I guess that the manager noticed my action towards Changmin is a little bit different lately. Each touches lingers a little more than usual, each look casted upon his face is a bit too needy and lustful and each time I heard someone mentioning his name, a smile creeps at the corner of my lips. It is all too obvious but I guess I just can’t stop myself. It is as if my body has a mind of its own.

The manager didn’t stay for too long. He just wanted to discuss about Changmin’s activity after Paradise Ranch and the fan-meeting at Japan was mentioned too. Why he called my name? Well, maybe to wake me up from my day-dreaming I guess.

Sure, he still contacted HIM although we no longer stay together. I guess he wanted to cheer HIM up. Well, he should cheer ME up. I am down too. I am hurt too. I have to carry the entire burden, all the dead-man’s weight. I have to do it all. So why not me that is getting the comfort? This is not fair. Gritting my teeth, I walked to the room and close it. Trying to sleep is hard lately but I forced my eyes shut anyway. I need to gain control of my body back.

Late at night, I heard creaking of the door being opened and soft, cautious step on the floorboard; approaching me. The side of the bed dipped a bit but I maintained my mouth-hanging-sleeping-position. I heard him drawing his breath, and I felt those soft, long fingers slid under my blanket, caressing me carefully; making me all hot and bothered. His hand goes lower and lower and finally, he found it…

My hand, my bruised hand.

Slowly, he lifted my hand and holds it gently. Then I felt something hot trickling down my hand. His tears… It took me all the power and will to lay still and not stand up, hug and kissed him soundly. Why is he torturing me like this? The gentle kiss that he placed on the battered hand makes me wanna love him forever. I want to protect him, make him be like what he used to be. I want to see him with his mismatched eyes and his unstoppable laughter. I want my Changmin back. But I do not want to scare him away with my love. The last time I hugged him was because I can’t stand to see him crying last Christmas because he missed them too much.

He finally finished putting ointments on my wound. I expected to hear him closing back the door and walking out from the room so I turned around, trying to bury my head in the pillow so I won’t hear him leaving. But then the bed dipped further and I felt him sliding underneath the blanket; feeling him inching over me and his hot breath behind my back. Then his fingers briefly locked in mine before moving to my chest, hugging me closer to him. I turned swiftly, surprised…

His eyes looked big and starry in the dark room. He inches closer and I can see the lustrous, thick lashes before me.

‘But Jaejoong…’

‘Sshhh…’

~*~

hearts unforgiven

by powerangers_08@yahoo.com

"i'm sorry.." you said, biting your lips. the other's obvious shock, startled expression so clear in your vision, so achingly painful to look at. it's like clouds are hovering in front of that face, making it so dark, so... unlike him, you think, already missing the mismatch eyes and you know you wont see them soon, not where you are concerned anyway.

"i understand," he said, but you want to scream no, you dont! because you dont understand yourself at all; why the rejection flows from your mouth. it feels like a thousand knives are piercing your body, your heart. your eyes feel like there are sands in them and you blink once, avoiding that handsome face, "i'll... see you around then, hyung," and he just walk away, and all you want to do is yank that arms back and envelope them with your own. but you know you couldn't. you couldn't when you are the leader like this, when they're in the midst of their suspension like this, when the management's at their tails like this and most of all, when they in a society like this.

they wouldn't understand, Min-ah.




"i'm sorry," he said, with eyes so sincere you feel your heart crushed into a million pieces, literally. like a fragile glass structure you saw in one of the antique store being thrown to the wall. crushed. you saw the expression on his face flicker and you tried to control your own expression. tears, please dont fall, not now you murmur to yourself, to your self control. when in truth, you want to do nothing except that. so you just say:

"i understand," although truthfully, you dont because seeing how they have always been together and happy for the last 10 months or so, your desired ending should be expected, but no. the reason why you sticks to him and defy the other three, it's that ending that plays an important part in your stance. the constant touches and whispers and accidental kisses mean nothing to him then. a mere wishful thinking, it seems now, "i'll see you around then, hyung," and you walk away. fast. in your peripheral vision you notice him half-reaching out towards you, his expression screams guilt all over it and you dont want guilt, you want something else entirely. so you run, run, run, leaving it all behind. including your heart.

goodbye, Yunho-ah.

Not Mine To Have

by farah_prong@yahoo.com.my

As the jets of hot water run down my body, my mind is finally at ease. There is still a hole in my heart; growing. It is still a dark place where only emptiness is felt and the burden is increasing. Well, at least this hot bath is comforting; for a while. I run my finger at the bathroom wall as hot air filled the bathroom. Absent minded; I wrote something on the wall and only realised what I wrote after a while. There on the wall is countless words that only makes my heart aches more.

Changmin.

Clearing my head, I wiped off the name that I cannot have.

Recent events make my world in turmoil. I feel like I am hanging by a thread, waiting for the last string to be cut away from me. My head feels like they are about to explode. I am tired beyond compare and I hate myself for being helpless and for even being here; in this aggrieved body that nobody can see. For fans, I show my tough side, my cool exterior but nobody knows how deeply I am wounded now. One by one, the incidents that happen pull me in deeper in the pitch black and frankly, I am quite happy there cause there, I can finally stop smiling at people; showing this happy face like a puppet controlled by his master. There, I can succumb to my emotion, scream like I want to but with no ending. Hitting the wall as hard as I can, expecting the sharp pain to come but all that I can feel is the numbed feeling that my heart is experiencing now.

Wiping my body with the towel, I noticed that the blood is still trickling, the knuckle is bruised. Changmin will surely ask questions about this and he won’t stop until he knows what is bothering me. Well, I let him think that he know, lying about stupid things that makes me irritated; like fans keep on shoving their camera at my face whenever I go and the hectic schedule and such. At least he is satisfied with the answer for a while. I know that he know that I am lying but at least he won’t pester me with his never-ending question. My cute and sweet maknae is growing up. MY maknae; can I call him that? Will he ever be MINE without being HIS? All these questions pondering in my brain… all the unanswered questions…

I finally heaved my body out from the bathroom and I noticed the light in his room is on. I can hear laughter, giggling from outside. He is talking to HIM again. Why HIM? Why can’t it be me that is he is laughing with? Everybody knows that they bicker too often. HE is always pushing and bullying MY maknae. Now, I just want to rip his door, take that phone and smash it to bits. The monster in me purrs suggestively to that thought. However, patting the monster in me to its slumber, I proceed to my room.

I was about to open the door to my room as I sigh at my irrational temper and the uncontrollable jealousy that burns in me when I heard the creaking of the door next to me.

‘What happened to your hand?’ asked the tall fellow; looking worried and examining my hand.

‘Nothing. I…just…nothing,’ and I patted that head slowly, feeling that silken hair under my fingers.

‘Yunho-sshi…’