my, you're mine

hehe i enjoyed your i stole those lips one shot! when the mv came out and minhyuk kissed the girl i was like why isnt it chorong D: but im glad you wrote this!

Wed, 23 May 2012 23:31:34 -0400

Thank youu ~~ ! Heee :3 I know right, I wanted it to be Chorong too :/ I wouldn’t have minded if she was the one who kissed him xD I’m glad you like the one-shot :)

I Stole Those Lips (MinRong One-Shot)

Wed, 23 May 2012 06:33:00 -0400

As you can tell from the title, this one-shot is based on the Irresistible Lips mv. But of course, I chose Chorong ;)

Well…hope you guys like it >.<

“I stole those lips, I had to

I want you, without an explanation or excuse

It was a crazy thing to do, but no matter what, it is breathtaking

I had to make a memory that both of us can never forget”

Chorong calmly applied the rosy-pink coloured lipstick onto her lips. As she smacked them together and checked her reflection on the mirror, she couldn’t help feeling his intense gaze on her back. She casually glanced at his reflection on the mirror, and true enough, he was staring at her with an unreadable expression on his face.

She sighed.

Checking the time on the wall-clock hung above him, she grabbed her plum purse from the top of the drawer. As she was about to take a step towards the door, she heard him speaking up in a voice so low, that it chilled her even.

“If you walk out of that door, it’s as good as goodbye.”

She froze. For a moment, it seemed as if she was having second thoughts.

But remembering everything that was at stake, she couldn’t risk it all.

Without turning back to look at him for the last time, her heels made loud thumping sounds as she hurried to get out of there. The sooner, the better.

But just as she was about to reach for the knob, she felt him grabbing her wrist harshly from behind.

She whirled around, meeting his eyes for the first time that evening. She could see how badly he was hurting, she could see how tormented he was by this whole break-up.

No…they haven’t actually broken up yet.

So what should she call this?

“Let go,” she said quietly. He didn’t, and instead, tightened his grip on her.

“Let go of me!” she raised her voice as she tried to yank her hand free. He wasn’t going to let her.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice shaking with rage. “Why are you doing this?!”

“You know I don’t have any other choice left!” she shouted back, fresh tears stinging her eyes. “You know that there’s no other way out!”

“Yes, there is!” he yelled directly into her face. “There’s always a way out! But you chose to give up – you chose not to fight for us!”

Her lips quivered. “Stop it, Minhyuk. You’re hurting me.”

He just looked at her through his angry, glaring eyes.

“Minhyuk…” she whimpered and tried to wriggle herself free. “It hurts…”

But instead of letting her go, he released her hand just to capture her again by cupping both of her cheeks. Before she could react to what was happening, he crashed his lips onto hers forcefully.

She tried to push him away, but that only tightened his arms around her petite frame as he deepened the kiss even further.

Alas, Chorong gave up trying to fight him off, and she felt herself weakening under his control. She relented, and returned his kiss with as much passion and intensity.

As he devoured her lips, he tried to tell her how he felt – his pain, her grief, his disappointment, his agony, his burning love for her…

Chorong felt it all. She did; and that was why, with one mighty push, she shoved him off her.

A tight slap flew across his face.

“Stop this,” she said, in a voice barely above a whisper. The tears in her eyes were dangerously close to falling over. “You know…that I’m getting married tomorrow.”

He stared at her in disbelief, shocked to what she had just done.

She slapped him. She actually hit the man she had once loved.

The man who she will most probably continue loving for the rest of her life.

Without another word, Chorong turned on her heels and ran out of the room – leaving Minhyuk behind even more broken than before.

As she walked up the aisle, wearing her wedding dress – she couldn’t help thinking if she was really doing the right thing.

Her thoughts went back to the kiss which they had shared the previous night. She would be lying if she said that she hadn’t felt anything.

Because she felt everything.

Every single thing.

She tried to force out a smile as everyone around her stood up and clapped for her. She saw her to-be husband grinning at her at the front of the room.

Why was she deluding herself this way? She didn’t feel anything for him. Absolutely, nothing.

She bit her lips hard to stop herself from crying out loud.

Even in this life and next, Minhyuk will be the only guy she would ever love.

She was already halfway across the room, when the doors to the chapel suddenly opened.

She stopped.

And slowly turned around.

The bouquet of red roses dropped from her hands instantly.

“M-Minhyuk?”

He kept his gaze on hers, as he slowly made his way towards her, ignoring every other presence in the room. Chorong, on the other hand, was frozen on her spot – too surprise to even move a muscle.

As he neared her, she saw how red and puffy his eyes were. He looked like he hasn’t slept the whole night, and it broke her heart. It shattered her to see him in that kind of condition.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

It was as if, time had paused momentarily. Everyone and everything else had simply faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in the room.

Slowly, he leaned in his face close to hers and tilted up her chin slightly. Chorong closed her eyes, knowing exactly what was happening next.

A second later, she felt his lips collapsing onto hers. It was like déjà vu, as they reminisced their kiss from the previous night once again.

Only this time, she was crying. He was crying.

Without pulling away, he breathed the words, “I’m taking you away.”

We Got Married AU;; Kim Myungsoo(L) of INFINITE and Son Naeun...

Sun, 15 Apr 2012 05:59:00 -0400

We Got Married AU;; Kim Myungsoo(L) of INFINITE and Son Naeun (APink)
► request by anon

Here is GyuJi’s edit. Okay, i’m starting shipping them...

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Here is GyuJi’s edit. Okay, i’m starting shipping them ><

hottestbadwolf: Edit: Woohyun & Eunji ↳ asked by...

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hottestbadwolf:

Edit: Woohyun & Eunji
↳ asked by anonymous

I Told You I Want To Die - Final

Sat, 14 Apr 2012 10:07:59 -0400

o5 ; i’ll let you go

Between life and death, I didn’t know which one to choose.

Between life and death, I see myself wavering in the middle.

Between life and death, I can sense my mind telling me to wake up yet my heart was telling me to stay.

Between life and death, lies the path of love which had been written down for me.

Between life and death, I choose…

I’m wearing my best suit, the one which I had been saving for a special occasion; the suit which I had been planning to wear when I attend my best friends’ wedding.

Now, the day has come.

I finally have the reason to wear it.

I take in a huge, deep breath.

It’s time to go.

I check my reflection on the mirror for the last time. At the last minute, I remember that I had forgotten about my passport.

I rush up the stairs in a hurry.

It was a beautiful, blooming spring. I was playing on the swing, enjoying the cooling breeze around me while Chorong was curled up against a tree, reading her latest book collection.

Woohyun wasn’t with us. He had told us (unhappily I must add) that he had to go along with his parents for a short-weekend trip. I knew that he’d rather stay here with us, in such a nice weather but it wasn’t possible for him to say no.

I took advantage of his absence to ‘verify’ Chorong’s true feelings.

“Chorong-ah,” I called out to her a little nervously. I was honestly afraid of what might come out from her mouth.

“Hmm?” she said distractedly, still not looking up from her book.

“Can I ask you something?”

No answer.

I glanced down at the grass around me. When I found what I was looking for, I picked up the small branch and threw it at her lightly.

“What?” she asked in annoyance, looking up at me through glaring eyes.

“There’s something that I want to ask you.”

“Just say it then.”

But my mouth suddenly went dry. The words that I had composed earlier in my head had disappeared just like that. What was it? What was I supposed to say?

I heard her sighing loudly.

“Minhyuk-ah, what is it?”

“Do…”

“Do what?”

“You…”

“I what?”

“Do you like me?” the words came stumbling out my mouth just like that. Not smooth at all.

I saw her gaping slightly, and then closing her mouth almost immediately.

“Whatever is going on in your head, Lee Minhyuk,” she rolled her eyes at me and went back to her reading.

She never answered my question.

When I arrived, I saw that many people had already gathered together, waiting for the ceremony to commence.

I walk towards my parents, with an unreadable expression on my face.

I can feel a lot of people’s stares on me as I pass them, but I ignore them all.

I have no answers either.

Mum instantly pull me into a hug and rub my back tenderly. I remain stiff yet she still gives me a small, comforting smile.

“Let’s go in now.”

A week before the accident, Woohyun and Chorong had gotten into an argument. A huge one.

Chorong had called me first. She was crying, pouring out her side of story between loud sobs. I listened to her attentively, just like always, and offered a few consoling words in between.

She cooled down about thirty minutes later and wished me goodnight.

Woohyun called me right after that.

“I swear I’m not cheating on her,” was the first thing he had said when I answered. I didn’t say a word. I let him talk first.

“She thinks that I’m going out with a colleague of mine behind her back,” he continued in a distressed voice. “Where the hell had she gotten that idea from? God, how long have she known me exactly?”

Like always, I tried my best playing the peacemaker. I didn’t take sides, but I asked each party to cool down first and talk things out when they are ready.

I know that Woohyun would never cheat on her. He was crazy about her.

Perhaps, Chorong was just being weirdly sensitive.

3 days went by. 5 days…7…

And the next phone call I had gotten from Chorong, was about Woohyun’s accident.

I never received another phone call from Woohyun.

Finally, the ceremony has ended. I get up from my seat, ready to leave. I’m avoiding everyone, I’m running away – precisely because I am a coward.

“We’ll finally be happy together, won’t we?”

He held out his hand for me to take.

I smiled, as I intertwined our fingers together. No second thoughts, no moments of hesitation.

I know…that I’ve made the right choice.

“Minhyuk.” Someone taps me on my shoulder.

I didn’t want to stop, I want to get away from this place quickly. But at the last minute, I turn around.

Son Naeun, Chorong’s cousin whom she had introduced to me once, is standing in front of me, holding out a small-leathered book.

She smiles, but her eyes are teary.

“Chorong would want you to have this,” she says quietly. “Her diary.”

I hesitate for awhile, before taking it slowly from her grasp.

I know that I should ask her, why won’t she keep it instead.

But a selfish part of me doesn’t want to. I want it, I want it as a remembrance of my beautiful best friend, my sweet little Chorong.

Without another word, Naeun turn around and walk away, leaving me standing there all alone.

I grab the diary tightly in my hand, afraid to open the cover, afraid of what I might read. But then, when have I ever listened to my conscience?

I thought that I had no more tears left, but apparently, they still flow over when I saw a picture of the three of us – the first ever photograph we took together; after 9 years of friendship.

We didn’t have any physical memories of our childhood, only the ones painted in our minds.

Underneath it, she had written a small note, some sort of caption.

‘With my dearest Woohyunnie; the one whom I love with all my heart, till death do us part.’

Death still didn’t manage to part the two of you, did it, I thought bitterly.

‘And my beloved Minhyuk, the one I cherish and love, till the end of time.’

Time…

Time is endless…

But I’ll let you go.

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I really like "I Told You I Want To Die". Good job! :)

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Thank you! ~~ ♥

I Told You I Want To Die - Fourth Chapter

Sun, 08 Apr 2012 07:58:00 -0400

o4 ; the promise

I’ve never told anyone this before; not my mum, not my dad and especially – not Chorong. But back then, just merely a couple of months after that awkward conversation I had with Woohyun, we had another guy-to-guy talk, this time even more serious than before.

He dragged me to our favourite cafe just round the corner from our school and made me sit down on our usual isolated booth, private and confidential.

Just like what he was going to tell me.

After ordering a blueberry milkshake for himself and an iced latte for me, he took the seat opposite of mine and stared into my eyes.

That rascal was practically drowning me with his hypnotising gaze.

“What?” I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat and took a small sip of my drink.

“Chorong and I are together now,” he blurted out, straight and blunt. He didn’t even blink, didn’t even hesitate.

Instead, I was the one blinking my eyes in surprise at his sudden confession. I realised that my mouth was hanging open slightly and I closed it quickly. I gulped hard, not quite knowing how I should react to the news.

I tore my eyes away from his.

“When?” I mumbled quietly. Inside, I felt like dying. I’ve lost my first love. My sweet, first love. To my best friend of all people.

“Few weeks ago,” he replied simply.

I nodded my head numbly.

“Congratulations,” I managed to croak out, knowing that I didn’t fool Woohyun one bit. He gave me this look, but he didn’t say anything else.

“I have a favour to ask from you.”

I walk around for a bit, feeling restless and nervous at a strange and unknown place. Woohyun had left me, probably hours ago but I didn’t realise when.

I remember falling into a really deep sleep and waking up to a huge, white empty space. Empty as in completely deserted. Nothing and nobody was in sight.

“Hello?” I call out, in hopes of maybe someone answering me miraculously.

No answer.

I can feel my palms sweating and my hands getting itchy. I’m breaking out in cold sweat, just because I’m all alone and feeling abandoned.

“Anyone? Please, answer me,” I try again, even more desperately this time. Where am I exactly? Why isn’t there a single soul around? What actually happened?

I’m this close to crying, already on the verge of giving up.

But then I hear the softest, soothing voice of comfort.

“Chorong-ah…”

I feel a new surge of hope bursting inside of my heart.

“M-minhyuk?”

I sit by her bed and squeeze her hand gently in mine. I reach up my hand to push a strand of hair away just so I could see her beautiful, serene face again.

She looks at peace.

“Chorong-ah…” I call out to her softly even though I know she probably couldn’t hear me. “…I’m here. It’s me, Minhyuk.”

I try to keep my own voice under control but it comes out even shakier than I had intended. I sniff back my tears and force out a smile even though she couldn’t see me.

“I have your favourite Hershey for you here. You love white chocolate, don’t you?”

Without realising, my grasp on her hand had tightened, causing my own knuckles to turn white.

“D-don’t do this to me…don’t leave me, Chorong-ah. Please, you have to wake up soon,” I plead, my voice barely above a whisper. I stared into the far distance, recalling back Woohyun’s words from 2 years ago.

“You’re the only other guy that I trust Chorong with.”

I looked at him with much curiosity. His tone was different, the look in his eyes was different – faraway and detached.

“Uh, where is this conversation heading?”

“You’re the only guy that I would give up Chorong to, if I have to.”

“What are you talking about, Woohyun?”

“I want to marry her.”

I held my breath. After all these years, I’ve come to accept it; Chorong and Woohyun together. They are like a match-made-in heaven. You just can’t not love them together.

Like Woohyun said, he’s the only other guy that I trust Chorong with.

Although, I have to admit, there are times where the raw spots still hurt though when grazed.

I chuckled.

“Really? That’s good. Anytime soon?”

He didn’t answer me. Instead he said, “Remember the favour I ask of you when we were 15 years old?”

My eyebrows furrowed together, knowing very well what he was talking about.

“It still exists, okay?” he continued before I could even say anything.

“Whatever it is, in case anything happens to me, you have to be there for her and take good care of her. Protect her, like she’s your own.”

I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off again.

“You promised me, Minhyuk.”

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I Told You I Want To Die - Third Chapter

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 10:22:16 -0400

o3 ; the final blow

I rush over to the hospital without wasting a second more. Images of Woohyun and Chorong’s faces continue to burden my thoughts as I push open the doors and jostle my way through the doctors and nurses.

Fool…I thought to myself in frustration. They are such fools. Do they think they can leave me just so easily? Do they think this is a funny prank to pull on me like we are still a bunch of 8 year old kids?

I try to laugh. A crazy part of me thinks that perhaps by laughing this thing off, the curtains will be dropped and the outstanding performance from them would end.

But of course; that’s just the un-logical, selfish part of me thinking.

I see our parents sitting together, our mums huddling close and hugging each other for support. Mine is trying her best to comfort both distraught mothers of Woohyun and Chorong while our dads are pacing back and forth nervously.

I slow down in my steps and take the chance to catch my breath. I greet each one of them, not forgetting my manners even though my mind is already elsewhere.

I open my mouth, searching for my own voice to ask about my best friends’ well-being. But apparently, I lost it when I lost Chorong on the phone.

I heard her getting into the accident – I actually heard her car crashed.

Without realising, Dad is already grabbing hold of my two shaking hands and squeezes them gently. I lifted up my head to his eyes with my own petrified ones. He nods in understament.

“We’re still waiting for news. Chorong was wheeled in not too long ago, while Woohyun…” he pauses for a moment, inhaling sharply. “…we still don’t know what happened. But he’s been inside for over an hour now.”

That is all it took for me to come crumbling down, my two shoulders jerking uncontrollably as I let the tears fall over. I’ve never felt so afraid before, so afraid of losing two of the most precious people in my life.

I bury my face deep into the palm of my hands, unable to stop the loud sobs from escaping. I’m not ashamed to cry so openly, especially not when I’m on the verge of losing both of my best friends in one night.

Everything changed when we were 15 years old. I remember, it was raining so heavily that day and Chorong had left for her grandmother’s hometown for the weekend, so it was just us boys.

With nothing to do and time to kill, we decided to just laze around while playing video games in Woohyun’s spacious and comfy bedroom.

I was just about a life away from ‘killing’ him off completely when he took me off guard with a sudden question.

“Do you like Chorong?”

My thumb froze momentarily on the game console, giving Woohyun the chance to escape and sneak up an attack on me. I couldn’t care less though. What bothered me at that point was his out-of-the-blue question.

“Why did you ask me that?” I tried to keep my voice under control even though my heart was beating ten times faster than usual. I didn’t know what the feeling was. I usually get it whenever I’m near Chorong or if someone mentions her name.

Crazy, right?

“Well…I don’t know,” Woohyun shrugged nonchalantly. I made a silent ‘tch’ sound. So typically Woohyun, acting all innocent and oblivious to everything just so he could trap people with his questions. “They say ‘A guy and a girl can’t just be best friends forever...’”

I put my console down and turned to look at him. I had already given up on the game, thanks to his successful interruption. I heard the rain droplets making ‘tok-tok’ sounds on the windows as I tried to comprehend what he was saying.

“In this case, if you haven’t noticed…” I began, choosing my words carefully. “…it’s us two boys and only one Park Chorong. If you’re really going by that statement, don’t you think it’s a little far-stretched?”

Woohyun grunted. I smiled. I know I’ve got him this time.

“Stop being all so wisdomsy here.” I rolled my eyes. Only he would come with such words. “I’m only asking you a simple question – do you like Chorong?”

“Do you?” I shot back, picking up my game console once again. And then I wished I hadn’t.

If I had just answered his question straight-forward, if I hadn’t bothered to know about his true feelings…maybe I wouldn’t have lost Chorong to my best buddy.

Maybe…there’s a chance that she would be happy with me now.

After what it seem like eternity, the doors to the operating theatre finally open, and the doctor walks out with a grim expression on his face.

I can feel my heart dropping instantly.

“Woohyun-ssi has suffered severe burns all over his body and it’s affected him entirely,” he drops the bomb without wasting a second more. I can already feel my legs unbuckling underneath me. “We’re still trying our very best here. For now, it’s an 80-20 percent chance that he can pull through this. Let’s all hope for the best.”

He patted Woohyun’s father lightly on the back before excusing himself.

The cries came and the wails cannot be stop any longer. My mum holds onto Woohyun’s mother tightly, whispering words of encouragement into her ear.

But before I can even register what actually is happening, another door opens and this time, the doctor that is attending to Chorong approaches us.

She too, doesn’t have a comforting look on her face.

But she hesitates for a moment, studying each one of our faces carefully as though she can’t decide on how she should break the news.

If the sane side of me didn’t work, I would have lunged forward and strangle her to get the truth out. Damn it, tell us already.

“I’m sorry, but Chorong-ssi…” again, she stops.

I hold my breath, not daring to even move an inch.

“…she’s in coma now.”

The final blow.

I drop to the ground on my knees, the second round of tears already engulfing me.

Why are both of you doing this to me?

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Are there more HoJi or SungJi shippers? ~~

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Are there more HoJi or SungJi shippers? ~~

I Told You I Want To Die - Second Chapter

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 08:26:40 -0400

o2 ; the girl

I couldn’t fit in, at least not right away. It wasn’t in me to make friends easily. That was part of the reason why eomma and appa decided to move away to a new environment. They thought that perhaps the change could somehow bring me out of my shell.

Ever since then, I feel incredibly grateful towards them. No words could comprehend the happiness I experienced in the new neighbourhood, with the new people and new friends.

My two best friends.

I initially clicked with Minhyuk first. He’s sensitive towards people’s feelings and he’s very attentive. He’s the first one to tell that something is bothering me and he’ll approach me about it even when I don’t say a word. He’s quiet, yes; but he’s full of wisdom. In short, he’s the perfect brother that I’ve never owned and I know I will love him till the end of time.

Woohyun. Nam Woohyun.

What a troublemaker that boy is. He’s the prankster among us and he’s always pulling us down along with him. Nonetheless, he’s the annoying brat that we can’t help but adore. The mood-maker of the group, the light that shines in times of our darkness – he’s the glue that keeps us together.

Many thought that because I’m the girl, I’m the missing piece to the big puzzle. No, Woohyun is the key to our friendship. He’s the one who brought us together and he’s our linkage.

Without him, we break.

I break.

I crumble.

I shatter.

I will love him, till death do us part.

I don’t know where I am anymore. One second, I was sitting in the car, crying hysterically to Minhyuk on the phone. After receiving the upsetting news, he was the first person I called. I needed comfort, assurance…anything to make me feel secure.

I felt like I’m this close to losing Woohyun and I just couldn’t bear the thought.

I can’t bear imagining life without Woohyun.

And then, I saw the bright glaring lights. I heard the loud, deafening sounds. I felt the phone slipping out of my hand and my grip on the wheel tightening as I tried to swerve away.

But I failed.

I failed staying strong.

“This place is beautiful, isn’t it?”

I look around for the source of the voice. I recognise that voice. I know it by heart. I can practically feel the warmness that comes with it.

I feel him wrapping his hands around my eyes gently. My lips curved up outwardly, knowing fully well who they belong to.

My own hands reach up to touch his. I slip my fingers in between his and smile as I say, “Where have you been? I thought you weren’t coming back.”

“I’m sorry,” I hear him saying and a second later I see his face right in front of my eyes. That familiar playful grin with the mischievous glint in his eyes makes me feel safe and warm once again. Makes me feel at home again.

“Traffic jam,” he replies shortly, his usual answer for being late. I stick out my bottom lip at him, crossing my arms in defiance. Not that I’m that mad though, I just love teasing him that way.

“Chorong-ah…” he cooed, tickling my chin playfully. I squirm away in response and stand up quickly to avoid being tickled further by the boy who knows all my weakest points.

Woohyun gets up on his two feet too, and before I can even move further away, he grabs hold of my waist from behind and spins me around until I laugh out loud gleefully.

The hits of protests to his body aren’t enough to make him stop though.

“Woohyun-ah!” I shriek out loud when he continues to poke me at the sides. “I…I can’t stand it,” I gasp, trying to catch hold of my breath. “S-stop tickling me…”

After what it seems like eternity, he finally puts me down yet his arm never left me. He pulls me closer to him until I could feel his hot breath tingling down my nape. I smile in pleasure at this gesture.

“Park Chorong…” he whispers softly, his lips grazing my ear lightly. “Remember the promise that we made when we were 10 years old?”

My eyebrows cease as I try to recall back those pinkie promises that we made when we still kids.

“The one with Minhyuk too?” I guess.

“No,” he replies quietly and leaves trail of kisses down my neck. I shiver in excitement. Woohyun’s kisses always felt magical and beautiful. Makes me feel like I’m the only girl in this world.

In his world.

“The one that only the two of us promised each other.”

I smile instantly, realising what he was talking about.

At once, I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes. I don’t know why though. Perhaps, because I’m too overwhelmed with happiness being in Woohyun’s arms. Or I’m just thankful for his presence in my life.

In short, that moment…the particular moment with only the two of us…

…feels like heaven.

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