Clovert's Fic Archive

Arashi Fanfic Post

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 03:30:25 GMT

I started an Arashi community with kokkaii over the summer, and I haven't had time to put my fanfics here. So I'm just gonna be lazy and make a post and link to them there. ^^

hadashi_tales -- An Aimiya & Sakumoto community
Hadashi no Mirai -- Our Arashi doujinshi project dA page

ONESHOTS:

Title: Love Song
Author: clovert
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aimiya
Summary: It started with a greeting and an outstretched hand.
A/N: I was watching some Aimiya fanvids yesterday and this song caught me right away. And then I was inspired to write this. ^^ Maa~~ Aimiya always gave me a really warm and realistic feeling to their relationship. I hope everyone enjoy this.

( Protecting him became an instinct. )

Title: It Doesn't Make Sense...
Author: clovert
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aimiya, Sakumoto
Summary: 2 drabbles written for fun
A/N: Started with my own random pondering ~ XDD

( It doesn't make sense... )

Title: Can Let Go
Author: clovert
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sakumoto
Summary: There are some things that hadn't change for Jun....
A/N: I started writing as a paragraph only, but somehow it turned into something in between a drabble and oneshot.

( Sometimes he thought, that maybe he hadn't matured for thirteen years. )

Title: Kimi wa Petto! ~ver. Arashi~ snippets

Hello everyone! I haven't been posting in a while. I just watched the entire series of Kimi wa Petto last week, and although I really didn't expect it to be that good - since the title kinda pushed me back at first - I enjoyed it a lot! And then my conversation with kokkaii about it later turned it into crack. It started with 'What if Sumire-chan turns into Sho-chan?', and quickly Arashi invaded the story. So here I bring you some Kimi wa Petto snippets/drabbles(or whatever it is)~!!!

( Please take good care of me, master~ )

Title: 13/26
Author: clovert
Rating: PG
Pairing: Aimiya, slight Sakumoto
Summary: So it's August 15th already.
A/N: |||orz sorry for all the number titles!!! This should have been written a while ago, for the Aimiya anniversary~ XD

( This morning Aiba came into the green room with a muffin and candle on top )

Title: 2 x 13
Author: clovert
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sakumoto, slight Aimiya
Summary: He can't remember when, but somewhere along the way, he had lost the child running behind him with the bright eyes and cute smile.

( On some days he felt like dying )

COLLABORATIONS:

I'm too lazy so I'll just post the most recent chap with the link....

Title: The Fan ~ Chapter VI
Author: kokkaii
Rating: eventual R
Pairing: Aimiya, Ohmiya, Sakumoto
Summary: Aiba-chan spends minutes then hours then days staring at Kazu-chan, wondering what it was that unnerved him and caused him to feel sadder even though he knew that he had the same man down his basement and that he could go and see him anytime he wished.
A/N: Inspired by this creepy music video: Epik High's MV "Fan". This is a collaboration with clovert

Previous chapters:
The Fan ~ Chapter I
The Fan ~ Chapter II
The Fan ~ Chapter III
The Fan ~ Chapter IV
The Fan ~ Chapter V

Chapter VI:
( Aiba-chan had been busy. )

[Fanart] KyuMin - 132 in Love

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 04:59:57 GMT

I think after seeing so many KangMin fanarts... I'm really fused to draw more KyuMin...
Kinda want to start a website to put all these and my fics together... XDD Yesh~ It'll be called 132 in Love if I ever made one~~ (the significance of the name... well 1/1 and 2/3... then in Chinese the pairing is 13 and rabbit -- which is read as 2. So 132. XD)
I really like the black! long hair! Sungmin~~~ right now he looks like how he was in Miracle~~ I hope he grows it again.

[Fanart] HaeMin - MTV UFO Cellphone Pic

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:04:08 GMT

Wow... I must be on a fanart craze... O_o..
Drew another one of Haemin. They took a cellphone pic together on the 08/02/26 MTV UFO show.
This is my depiction of it~~
Tho I did a super quick job of colouring it with OpenCanvas... watercolour effect? XDDD

[Fanart] KyuMin - Saranghae

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:51:49 GMT

Kyumin is beautiful~ XDDDD
This was a pic I drew for one of my Chinese kyumin fics....

Hitomi no Jyuunin ~ Kyumin (fanart)

Tue, 26 Feb 2008 09:21:27 GMT

I took the title after my fav L'arc~en~Ciel's song, Hitomi no Jyuunin (Dweller in Your Eyes).
How can I resist after seeing such a loving pic? XDDD Yes I love you GoNews cameraman!!! I haven't seen kyumin is such a long time~~
Kyu's loving gaze kills me!!

Haengbok ~ Kyumin (doujinshi eng ver.)

Fri, 16 Nov 2007 21:25:52 GMT

I finally got around to translate this short doujinshi I drew into English...
it's only 26 pages ^^, and to be honest, there's more words than picture... hahah see how lazy I am?
Nehow, I just wanted to share this. ^^ As you can guess, it was drew around the time Haengbok released,
and Kyu was almost out of the hospital.

Haengbok
By: Clovert

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

XDDDDDDDDD CELEBRATEEEEEE~~ SJ 2nd ALBUM

Thu, 20 Sep 2007 03:11:52 GMT

YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~~~~
Such a long wait!
They are back!
13's back!!!
XDDD
Suju's SECOND ALBUM~~~~ DON'T DON!!!!

Supernatural - Chapter 4

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 22:55:37 GMT

Chapter 4:

It was a black sign with golden letters. Written in handwriting script, "Thirteenth Bookstore" was nailed on a sign on top of the double glass doors that lead to the antique bookshop in the streets of downtown. He lean his weight on the doors and it opened with the noise of a bell chime. Kangin followed closely behind him.

Inside was dim, crammed with aisles and aisles of books, however the store itself wasn't big. Behind the five rows of shelves, between the aisles, a long desk can be seen at the back. Eeteuk quickly walk through to the back, all the while hearing Youngoon squeezing his way.

*ding ding*

After ringing the small silver bell on top of the counter, he waited patiently as he heard shuffling from the back of the counter, which was also stuffed with books in uneven rows and columns of bookshelves.

"How do people even prevent stealing when there's no one to even look at the shop?" Youngoon asked curiously as he reached the counter finally. After some more time and the sound of more books falling on the ground, a boy finally emerged through the mess at the back.

"Hi."

"Er... hello. We're looking for the store owner?"

"That'd be me."

Eeteuk and Youngoon looked at each other before turning their eyes back to the boy in front of them again. White sweater with faded jeans, he was tall and had a mature look on his face, however still barely looked like he was a university student. Definitely, this person does not look like a typical owner to a bookshop.

"Ah, don't get too shocked. Family business. My passed-away parents left it to me."

As if sensing their question, the boy provided them with the answer first, while trying to stack the books on the desk into a more presentable pile. Realizing that they had stepped into an impolite topic, Eeteuk quickly started.

"My apologies, we weren't trying to offend..."

"It's alright. So is there anything I can help you with?"

"Actually yes--"

"--we were told that you can give tours to that mansion up the hill?" Youngoon quickly cut Eeteuk off from any useless chatter with the most straight forwarded question, and promptly received a glare.

"The hill? Scarlet's Mansion?"

"Yes, that is the one."

Eeteuk looked expectantly at the boy.

"... I'm sorry, but I don't give that kind of tours."

The boy shook his head and looked apologetic, while the other two on the other side of the counter were giving looks that screamed 'why'.

"But we're told--"

"--that is a really dangerous place, I'm sure you've heard the rumours. And I hope you guys don't wander there by yourselves either."

Sensing the finality in the boy's tone, Eeteuk sighed and turned to Youngoon with a questioning look.

"Changmin said this is the only place..."

"Wait! did you say Changmin?"

The young storeowner suddenly interrupted their conversation as if the name had ring a bell.

"Yes, it was Changmin from that cafe who told us to find you."

"...I see. Then alright, I'll give you a tour."

"Really?"

-- Wow, that was a quick change of mind.

"Meet me at the entrance tomorrow at noon. I'll show you around the place then."

Youngoon was about to say something when he stepped on his feet. The older man ignored Youngoon's pained look and took out his electronic notebook to write it down.

"Thanks a lot for your help, we'd really appreciate it. Um... we didn't quite get your name..."

"It's Kyuhyun."

~~~

It's been a thirty-minute walk down the street, and there was only one thought that crossed his mind.

-- This town is so haunted, there's more spirits on the streets than humans.

Siwon once told him that spirits are usually just remnant of someone who just passed away, and would only stay around for a while before going on to the other side. Of course, there are exceptions to this, as there are ghosts who are still attached to this world because of something. Those usually stick around until it has completed what it wants. Then there are the aggressive types, which are usually vengeful -- those are the ones where exorcists are hired to clean up.

The conclusion is that, if the spirit is normal, then it would be difficult to tell them apart from humans. That is of course, if one can seem them like Sungmin. The only way he could tell was from the shadows.

Sungmin shook his head to get rid of the strain in his eyes from staring too long.

It was one of the habits hammered into him by Heechul, to always keep alert when he was by himself, because he would never know what will happen next being an exorcist. Though the real reason was because his master gave him all kinds of shit during training, and he had to turn on his alert mode before he gets killed unknowingly.

-- Just when I thought it was nice to have a partner.

Looks like on this mission, he'd have to work by himself more than with Eeteuk, now that... Youngoon is here.

-- Correction, it's Kangin. That bastard wouldn't even let people call his real name.

Sungmin pouted mentally as he thought of the intruder, aka. Eeteuk's ex-partner. The fighting last night really didn't give them a good start, and from the looks of Eeteuk, he could tell that his partner didn't want the other man to be here. However, Sungmin didn't have a say in the matter since it was Eeteuk's business. And it didn't look like Kangin will leave any time soon. So all he can do, is be a good sport and make it as pleasant as possible.

That's the only reason why he came to look for motel while letting the other two get information.

The motel he was looking for is called "East Sea Fish", which seems to be the only one in town. Only one motel and it was like five blocks away. It didn't make sense, but then again, who would want to visit a town like this? He was just surprised that people even lived here. Wouldn't they be freaked out by all the 'weird' occurrences?

Finally seeing a unique sign with a big blue fish plastered on the second floor of a small building, he jogged across the street and walked through the entrance.

It wasn't as lavish as a hotel, however, the interior was nicely decorated in royal blue, with the carpets and walls. There was a silver front desk facing the door, with a the 'receptionist' sign dangling at the front. Sungmin stepped in front of it, as a head suddenly popped up from behind it.

"Hey!"

"Er.... hello."

"Sorry did I scare you? I was under the desk looking for--"

*wof wof*

"-- ah! There you are Bada! Where did you run off to?"

The boy across from Sungmin jumped over the desk and brushed pass him as he tackled the small white dog that appeared suddenly.

He waited for a few minutes watching the two wrestle before saying anything.

"Um... excuse me?"

The person and dog on the floor snapped their heads at him, then the boy sheepishly smiled and picked up the dog quickly as he returned to behind the desk.

"Sorry about that. What can I do for you?"

"I'm staying in town for approximately a week, and I want to rent out a room... I mean, three."

"Alright, three rooms?"

"No, wait. Two."

"Two rooms?"

"One of them for two people."

"Sure. May I have your name and credit card?"

"It's Lee Sungmin." He said as he took out his wallet and dug out his card. The boy took it as he started to file the information on his computer. Sungmin pondered for a while before starting a conversation since the silence was getting too awkward.

"So, I suppose you don't get too many tourists in this area."

"Not much, but since this is the only motel in town, I get all the customers."

"Oh, are you the owner?"

"Yup."

"Never thought of moving?"

"Haha, I'm sorta tied here. But I'm not losing money, so it's alright. Here's your card." The boy slid the card across the top of the desk back to Sungmin, and handed him two keys along with it, "I'm Lee Donghae by the way. You can find me here if there are any problems. Your rooms are 202 and 204, which are upstairs on the second floor. Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you." He nodded to Donghae before moving towards the stairs.

"Ah-- by the way..."

"Yes?"

"Please don't wander off to other vacant rooms. This is just our motel policy."

"Sure."

~~~

幸福 ~ Kyumin

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 00:25:17 GMT

OH~~~ man~ XD onslaught of images!!!! First doujin? XD Yeah!!!!! KyuMin again~~~~~ Took me like 3 days?? I was really high on their new song. Enjoy~~

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 9

Wed, 18 Apr 2007 00:34:33 GMT

Fact #9.

"You're late!!!"

That was the first thing his youngest brother yelled when he stepped through the front door. Jungsu immediately bend down to take off his shoes, conveniently dodging a 'flying' pan aimed for his head.

Surveying the damage after the noise of metal hitting wood, he turned around and started down the hall, "do you HAVE to dent the door? We just fixed it three days ago."

His brother in question waltzed out of the dining in front of him just as he was about to enter. Jungsu eyed his frilly white apron tastelessly.

"It was your fault for coming home so late. Ah! You had the honor of me cooking for you, but you dared to be late. Oh, I'm SO hurt!"

"Right." ¬___¬

His brother was such a melodramatic queen, flaunting his so-called 'sexy charisma' everywhere, he could literally see the rose petals floating around him. Shivering, Jungsu was immensely thankful that they weren't studying in the same school -- so that he wouldn't have to find a hole and crawl into.

*gasp* "How could you ignore me like that?!"

"... Jungmin, I told you we have special tutorials after school from now on. You don't need to wait for me for dinner."

Jungsu's younger brother widen his eyes like saucers, "tutorials? I cannot BELIEVE you. Are you attempting to turn into a Yoochun?!"

"Are you unsatisfied with me somehow, Jungmin?"

A third voice barged into their conversation, and the two looked over to the spiral stairs as the middle child of their family walks down.

Park Yuuchun with red frame glasses and nose in a book, was Jungsu's younger and Jungmin's older brother. He was ultra smart and ultra moody and therefore is the more distant one out of the three. Jungsu and Jungmin were both a bit surprised at the rare intrusion into their conversation.

"And Jungmin, can you PLEASE keep your love letters out of my reading room? You are cluttering it."

"Are you jealous of my popularity, brother?" ^___^

¬__¬ /egoist.../
¬__¬ /narcissist.../

"If you like, I will allow you to read them and be awed by the admiration for me."

Jungsu couldn't help rolling his eyes at the flaunting and invisible flower petals around Jungmin. He could clearly see Yoochun's grimace.

"I have no interest in reading your low-class fiction," face buried in his book again, Yoochun walked down the stairs and went straight for his personal living room, "just make sure you clean up your garbage."

"Yoochun-ah, you are skipping dinner?" Jungsu asked just as Yoochun disappeared from his sight muttering a faint 'I ate at Junsu's.'

"Tsk, ignore him," Jungmin pushed Jungsu towards the dining room, "I've asked the maids to set the table already, so go sit. Dinner will be served."

Jungsu only nodded as he listened to his younger brother. Jungmin didn't cook often, since they are so freaking rich that they have a dozen of maids at home to do all the chores. But he had to admit, his brother did have a talent in the kitchen, and can almost compare with the top cooks in all of Korea.

Seriously, it's probably the only reason how he managed to cheat Kyujong into being his student council vice president in Elite High.

It was a shame that he couldn't be a cook though.

Out of the three, Jungmin was the one who their father picked to inherit his current company and become the CEO. The reason was because Yoochun only wanted to become a professor and he was just too lazy to care. But they also had to admit that Jungmin did have the talent -- or else he wouldn't have attended Elite High and stole the student council president seat right away in year one.

Jungsu's youngest brother was pretty awesome, minus the 'sexy charisma' though.

=______________=||||| /And his so-called elegance..../

Jungsu sweatdropped at the over decorated long dinner table. There were flowers, fruits and candles on top, and expensive, pretty dining ware, plus red wine from their extensive collection. Classical music was playing and even the lights were dimmed...

...BUT IT'S PRETTY DAMN DISGUSTING HAVING A ROMANTIC CANDLELIGHT DINNER WITH YOUR OWN BROTHER!!!!

"...Do you have to--"

"--Dinner is served... what?"

"...Never mind." =___=

He was too lazy to say anything, so he sat down and waited until the maids served all the dishes. Jungmin came in five minutes later, all changed and ready to eat.

"Soooooooo, Kangin's gotta be very desperate to force the entire school into after school tutorials."

"Not desperate. He just doesn't like to lose." Jungsu said as he slowly cut up his steak.

Ivy Club was a rich school, therefore a soccer field or two really isn't anything if they have to get another one. But Youngoon isn't someone who likes losing, especially if it's his property -- and since he's the student council president, he views the entire school as his property.

"Well, we're not your number one competitor anyway," his younger brother smirked, and Jungsu was sure that in his head he is probably laughing at Youngoon's angry expressions. Since Jungmin and Youngoon are both student council presidents, they are pretty much very accustomed to each other already in their monthly committee meeting between the regional schools. And since Smart High's president is the peace-loving-nerdy Yunho, the only fireworks that ever get lighted was between his brother and the raccoon.

"But say, two weeks later is school open house..."

"Yeah?"

The yearly open house wasn't just for parents to visit the school. Nooooooooo. It was more like a competition between the schools to show who is better. So every year, there would be a lot of planning going on at this time to make their open house more like a carnival. Jungsu doesn't like it though, because the class reps are always forced to be a part of the planning. And he was just too lazy to find it fun. What the hell, it was the 3 old man's competition, but THEY have to do all the work?

"I'm thinking of raising the 'stakes' of our competition during the committee meeting...Say like, the library or museum?" Jungmin said, already planning evil thoughts in his head on how to sucker Ivy Club's raccoon into the deal.

¬___¬
"Um.... why do you like aggravating Youngoon so much?"

^___^
"Because he might just become my brother-in-law, and I'll have to be nice to him THEN."

-___-#
"Jungmin."

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

[There was an unwritten rule passed in the Elite Student Council Rule Book created by the president Park Jungmin. The rule states 'The number one goal of the council, is to make Ivy Club's Kangin miserable.']

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 8

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 03:46:46 GMT

Fact #8.

In this kind of dry and hot weather, it would really be nice if you stayed indoors. But no, this person just HAD to pick the most deserted and abandoned factory in town to stay at. And he didn't have the heart to complain. Kyuhyun wrinkled his eyebrows in dissatisfaction as he came out from the back seat of his private limo and strode through the dusty place to get to the factory.

Loosening up his tie, and taking off his black-rimmed non-prescription glasses, he stepped through the entrance. The 'door guards' nodded at him as he passed. They probably remember him pretty well, since it wasn't his first time here, but then he doesn't come here often either.

It was very noisy.

He really shouldn't even appear in this kind of illegal gathering place, but he is. Kyuhyun is right in the middle of one of those fighting 'tournaments' hosted by the local groups of gangsters, created solely for the enjoyment of just beating up people.

/That guy's horrible tastes..../

The fighting arena was surrounded by audiences, all of them either cheering or yelling profanity. There were punks wearing more spikes than a porcupine, tattooed men that should be in a gallery show, muscle men who jumped out from Dragonball Z, people with so many rings they can hang jingle bells and become X-mas trees, and -- let's just conclude that there's zero decent looking gangsters in here.

Of course, that statement does not include the one standing in the fighting arena right now.

With the same white school uniform as his, only the badge on the arm was a different color, Lee Sungmin stood in the center of the stage staring coldly at his opponent.

The picture somehow doesn't seem to match, and Kyuhyun finds himself chuckling. The second year had a baby face that looked even younger than his. On top of that, the big eyes, white skin and pink lips was very girly as well. The freezing glare from his eyes right now just doesn't suit a single bit.

Kyuhyun grabbed a random guy beside him and asked, "how long has this thing been?"

"Three hours. Boss was awesome! He knocked down 5 in a row!" Fingers pointed to the side of the arena, where all the loser lies/sits, all battered up and bleeding. Kyuhyun can immediately recognize which 5 Sungmin beat up... the unconscious ones who are foaming at the mouth.

=____________________=||| /This violent idiot's at it again!!!/

Despite his 'I'm an angel' look, Sungmin was actually hailed the boss of two local gangs. The reason he got this title was because he mauled the original bosses half to death when they kidnapped him -- because he started sobbing, they slapped him across his face so hard that his glasses flew off...which proved to be a deadly move.

But since he became boss, a lot of people had been unsatisfied and challenged him. So this kind of fighting tournament was held for that purpose. In Kyuhyun's eyes though, it was just another excuse for the poor challengers to dig their own graves... =__=|||

Quite like the one up there with Sungmin now.

"Kid, I'll cut you up and eat you!" The muscled opponent yelled out, flinging his knife like a toy, and a bunch of his followers cheered for him, howling like wolves.

Sungmin just mildly regarded his opponent and ignore the taunt.

...There are 45 minutes until special tutorial ends, 30 minutes to spare before he had to get back and report present(of course blackmailing the teacher to write down that they were both there), then 15 minutes before they have to start driving. He had 15 minutes to spare -- and watch this bloodshed.

At the blow of the whistle, the crowd roared. Sungmin's opponent rushed at him, ready to swipe with his blade. This image would make any normal people wince, but the second year only side stepped in the last minute and dodged the attack. Then in less than a second, he stepped behind the guy, kicked the back of his knee, making him buckle and kneel down, and then in one smooth motion, he smacked the guy unconscious with his forearm.

Six in a roll.

The crowd went nuts again, but Sungmin had the look on his face that Kyuhyun can only decipher as 'that was totally pathetic'. He didn't expect it to end so fast, although he already knew the outcome of the match.

/Oh well, guess it's time./

He thought as he leisurely strode up the steps to the fighting ring ignoring the announcer when he asked who wants to be the next challenger.

Everyone just started whispering at the familiar uniform, but Sungmin recognized him.

"Why are you here? What do you want?!" ...and didn't look like he was happy to see Kyuhyun either.

"I don't want to ruin your fun, but I don't want him to be punished for not going to school."

"No deal."

"...Fine how about this," He gave a very nonchalant smile and stepped closer, "I will fight you. If I win, you hand him back to me."

Sungmin eyed him for a moment, considering his challenge, "hmph, you won't be lucky like last time. If I win, I get to beat you up."

"Agreed then?"

More silence between them, and the crowd started to chant 'fight fight fight'.

"...Fine! I'll take you o--ommpfh!" O___O

Kyuhyun barely let Sungmin finish his last word before tackling him to the ground, rendering him defenseless for the moment. Yeah, it was a cheap way and sort of cheating, but if he doesn't seize the chance, he WILL get beaten up like the six foaming down there.

Quickly holding down Sungmin's flying fist, he reached into his pocket for his weapon...

"YOU CHEA--" ...and placed it on Sungmin in one smooth motion -- the non-prescription glasses. "--Kyu?"

The change was instant.

He stared and made sure he was talking to the normal Sungmin before releasing, "un."

"...I think I lost my glasses this morning."

¬_____¬...

"Yes you did." He said dryly, adjusting Sungmin to a more upright position. Then in one swift movement, arm wounding around the other's waist, he heaved up and threw Sungmin over his right shoulder, carrying him like a sack of potatoes.

"--eh?? HUH?? Kyu???"

"Don't move or I'll drop you... you caused enough trouble for today."

"Wha-What are you doing?!"

Ignoring the protests, he started down the small steps, leaving the arena. Sungmin's lackeys bowed to him and their boss, but none of them tried to stop him from taking their leader away.

Well, he guess it happens enough that they got used to it. After all, unless it was the bad-ass Sungmin, they really couldn't do anything about this one.

"AH~~~~ Let me down Kyu!" O >__< o

Fists hammered his back, with quite a different force than how he had K.O. the other guy earlier. And Kyuhyun only laughed as he tighten his grip.

"Nope, sorry, I've got strict orders."

[Violence gauge second only to Kangin, leads the largest gang in town, one wrong move around him will send you to hell... But Lee Sungmin had double personality and it takes only one thing to put him out -- glasses.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 7

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 00:50:30 GMT

Fact #7.

"Donghae-ah...Donghae..."

"What?" Donghae raised his voice and craned his head over to the one calling him, trying to make out what he was saying in the noisy arcade.

"Donghae-ah, sh-shouldn't we be at school now?"

"What? I can't hear!" Raising his voice once again, Donghae clutched the other's collar with one hand and manhandled him to his side. All the while, he was keeping his eyes on the racing game in front of him.

"I-I said. It's the fir-first day of the tutorials reinforced by the student council...w-wouldn't it be a bad idea if we d-don't go?"

"Tshhh, and I thought you were saying something productive..." Mouth forming a frown, he lift his right hand, and flicked the other on his forehead. "If I actually behave and go to those stupid things, then I wouldn't be called Lee Donghae."

"B-b-but what if we get punished by K-Kangin?"

¬__¬ "Are you scared?"

"..."

"Hmph, useless monkey!"

The sight of this shuttering monkey makes him want to stuff arcade coins down his throat. Even after having spend their full first year of highschool together Hyukjae was still such a wimp. Though it wasn't so bad for Donghae -- since it's always better to have an obedient pet than one that talks back.

Yes, pet.

Nooooooooo they weren't friends. Lee Hyukjae was never his friend. It'd lower his status, knowing someone as wimpy and soft and dumb and blind(he had glasses a centimeter thick) as him. For someone who goes to a rich school Ivy Club, Hyukjae was quite pathetic.

Donghae met Hyukjae in first year through his twin brother Sungmin. Those two were in the same class, and were talking to each other when he arrived, two classes late on the first day of school and looking for his brother for lunch. As soon as Donghae saw them -- precisely when Hyukjae was so happy saying that they should hangout in the library together, he couldn't help cracking up, right in front of them.

Actually, he'd crack up if anyone tries to befriend his non-identical twin brother. OBVIOUSLY they don't know the most important thing about Sungmin. And just thinking of the consequences will give him quite a good laugh. For days.

So yes, when the 'consequence' did come, and it scared the crap out of the monkey, Donghae started making fun of him. Eventually, the making fun becomes bullying. But it was really weird because Hyukjae didn't acted like every other wimp and try to head the other direction every time Donghae comes over -- no, instead he just started sticking like a second skin. Maybe that time when he kicked him into the swimming pool, he busted his head? Meh... he shouldn't dwell too long on that, after all, it's just like having a servant.

So he suppose he should be nice and ease some worries.

"Don't worry, Sungmin isn't in school either. So as long as he's okay, then we're ok, because Kangin will never do anything to him."

Even thought his slightly older brother wasn't exactly Kangin's weak spot like Park Jungsu is, somehow Kangin lets a lot of things slip for Sungmin.

"B-but..."

-__-# "ARG!! Put a cap on it and get me a pop. Quick! Quick!" Finally losing patience with Hyukjae, he smacked a coin to the other's head, nearly breaking his ridiculous opague lolipop glasses.

"Y-yes!!!" >__<

Donghae watched in mild amusement as the monkey nearly rammed down every single person in his way while running down to the vending machine.

Just as he turned around and about to start another round of racing though, a distinctive monkey call was heard, "AHHHHHHHHHH!! YOU'RE FROM THE STUDENT COUNCIL!!!!"

~__^?

Cho Kyuhyun walked up to where he was, one hand dragging a hysterical Hyukjae behind him.

"Oh wow, I didn't know I was so important that the student council actually send someone to come get me."

"Well, you've just been promoted to VIP."

/Stupid first year kid, who do you think you are? Ordering me around?/ =__=|||

"I'm not going to school."

"Well, you don't have to. I'll just have to mail these to your parents." An elegant hand pulled out a stack of folded paper from his pocket. Donghae snatched it immediately, while Hyukjae came over to look as well.

OAO||| And then both started sweating.

/How the hell did he get this?!/
/How the hell did he get this?!/

"It's proof of Lee Donghae bribing the English and history teacher to give him full marks on three tests that he didn't attend. And also Lee Hyukjae's credit card bill of the 1 million won he paid for Lee Donghae's damage fee at the local bar." Kyuhyun expressionlessly cited as if he wasn't talking to them, "and those are only copies of the original documents."

"D-Do-Donghae, let's go back to school now..."

"Hmph."

As much as he wants to beat the crap out of this first year kid right now, it WILL be trouble if his parents found out he had been bribing in school...

So he settled for grabbing his school bag and throwing his uniform jacket to Hyukjae, "I will remember this." He grunted as he brushed pass Kyuhyun on his way out of the arcade.

[Lee Donghae is the school's model 'Bad Boy'. Lee Hyukjae is Lee Donghae's monkey. And Cho Kyuhyun is the King of blackmail.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 6

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 02:51:23 GMT

Fact #6.

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!! SO COOL!!!!"

The most lively place in Ivy Club High, is probably their outdoor basketball court. Every morning and after school during team practice, it'll be swarmed with spectators. These people are usually crazy male fans of the team, or skipping girls from another local highschool -- all trying to get a glimpse of the handsome and athletic team members.

Amongst them, the most popular targets of attraction would be the principal's grandson and the Chinese gym teacher plus basketball coach. Gifted with celebrity looks and model bodies, who wouldn't gawk at them? Even IF they are sweating like dogs...

...But of course, that isn't the reason why Kim Kibum comes here.

See, there's this one theory about equilibrium of a person's skills. If you are good at one thing, then you will usually suck in another. Then if you have nothing special, you'll be an all-rounder. Applying this theory to the people here, in the plainest words -- he isn't trying to be offensive -- you have the looks, you have the body, then you won't have the brains.

Take the gym teacher Hankyung, the perfect example. He's nice, he's kind, he's super simple-minded. Just by the number of times he lets that crazy art teacher's actions slide, you can stamp the word gullible on his forehead.

Now, simple-minded isn't bad... less complicated = not weird = no trouble, which is GOOD.

This is about the most NORMAL area in the school, and one that he can actually sleep in peace. It wasn't quiet, but at least while he is sleeping, there wouldn't be some crazy student on crack who pops up and pushes him down the second floor window -- fortunately he landed on a bush that time.

So ignoring the crazy screaming about another three-point shot being made, Kibum shifted on the bleachers again, trying to find a more comfortable place to have his dream of flying fishes.

His dream was short-lived though, as fifteen minutes later, a figure radiating heat loomed above him.

"Kibum-ah~" ^__^

/...Didn't hear it./

"Kibummie~~" ^__^

/Ignore.../

"Kibummie-ah~~~" ^_____________^O

He could feel continuous prodding on his arm that hung across his head.

-__o....-__-..... ~__~............ O____O|||||||

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE PROBING, YOU OCTOPUS?!?!?!?!?" In half a second, he shot up, slapped the offending finger away and yelled into Choi Siwon's ear. The other gave him a pathetic 'I'm hurt' expression, that he pointedly ignored. Otherwise he'd just slap that face off of him.

"You sleep too much...."

"That's none of your business."

"Let's eat dinner together!"

"...Your practice is done?"

"Yup."

The shorter boy wordlessly looked at him for three second before getting up and stretching, then he walked down the steps of the bleachers, backpack in tow. Siwon took it as silent agreement and tagged along.

Before they both got completely off the courts, the voice of the coach floated in the air.

"Everyone, don't forget that starting from tomorrow practice starts one hour earlier in the morning."

The scattered team members on the courts either grunted or groaned in response. Kibum and Siwon just kept on walking.

"Oh right... I forgot about that, so then from tomorrow I guess we'll have to go to school separately..."

"Why was practice moved?"

"Extended. Because of the student council's new rule, we can't do after school practices anymore, starting from tomorrow."

"... I see..."

"I'm so sad...." TT~TT

"..."

HE wasn't though. Why? Because Siwon was a goddamm early bird, so every morning he ride his super expensive Porsche to Kibum's house, barge into his room and yank him awake early. Then drag him across the room, wash his face and brush his teeth for him. All the while talking non-stop in his ear just to get him to wake up. Siwon's so called 'going to school together' wasn't even a two-way agreement. =____=|||

Seriously this guy, even if you wanted him to stop, he won't. Now that he says they won't be able to go to school together? Wouldn't that be great? It would be a nice change not having to go to school EARLY, it's not like he spends the entire day awake either.

To Kibum, high school was useless anyway. Complete waste of time -- since the material he knew is already university level. His father was a politician, so ever since he was little, he was expected to accomplish something great. Hence, as in every bloody lame story, he got taught all the academic plus business junk in early age. Originally, he was supposed to be enrolled in Elite High, following his father's footsteps.

However, on his first week there, some octopus(who's parents was great friends with his) came and stupidly convinced them to let him attend the same school. Then miraculously, he was forced to transfer. Hadn't anyone thought of asking HIS opinion in this first?!

"AH!!! I KNOW!"

"You know what?" He glared at the sudden exclamation from Siwon, who had impolitely interrupted his train of thoughts.

"You can just come with me one hour earlier in the mornings! I mean, since we take my car anyway!"

Unknown to the happy octopus who was suddenly joyfully prancing on the streets as if he just won a noble prize for thinking up a great idea, Kibum was ready to pop a vein.

/....... you..... ass/

His feet was out of control, and it somehow rose by itself and landed right on Siwon's shin. He could swear it was on auto pilot, as if hating the idea of getting up early just as much as he does.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!"

And just as suddenly, Siwon's expression of pain completely brighten up his day. Kibum gave a triumphant smirk before continue walking, leaving a hopping wounded octopus following behind him.

[Anyone who met Kim Kibum would know that the most important thing to him is his sleep, but Choi Siwon just doesn't seem to get it.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 5

Thu, 29 Mar 2007 04:20:09 GMT

Fact #5.

As soon as he programmed the announcement on their huge over-sized LCD bulletin panel, everyone in the atrium groaned. Yesung can almost clearly hear every complaint from his place in the control room.

Ivy Club High was rich, so they had 7.1 stereo surround sound system JUST for intercom, escalators replacing stairs, and just about the most expensive antiques as hallway decorations. So of course, in their atrium, sits a wall-sized LCD panel for bulletin announcements, big enough and making sure that EVERYONE sees -- even the blind. =___=

Shaking his head, he picked up his notebook and headed out, but as soon as he closed the door, half of the atrium people rushed at him like bees.

"We're forced to stay after school?!"
¬__¬

"How can you force our marks? It's not like we can control our IQ."
-__-

"The challenge has nothing to do with us."
=__=

"I'm not dumb, I just don't work! I don't need to attend the special help tutorials!!!"
=___=|||||

Seriously, these whining people made him wish he'd brought a can of bug spray.... Don't they understand that he was just a pawn in the student council? If they want to blame, then blame it on Kangin. Blame it on their stupid principal. Blame it on their parents who had to send them to this stupid school with a gambling old man.

Hell, blame the world that you were even born.

Before his emotions went out of check though, he raised his hand for silence, "if you want to complain, please direct them to Kangin yourselves. If you are lucky, he might consider on breaking only your neck."

His statement brought very satisfying results, seeing everyone pale definitely feed his sadistic appetite. Threats are really fun when they have a 99% chance of becoming true.

"One more thing, please don't think about skipping the extra tutorials. I will be the one who is administrating the attendance." With that, he smiled and walked away, leaving a dozen of students stoned.

If Kangin is the scariest member in the student council, then he is probably the second. Not that he wanted to be, of course. He had always been a nice guy, but his father had told him, one must use their skills to full potential.

...Then again, if he DID use it to full, then someone would be spectacularly screwed.

Either someone up there hates him or loves him, ever since Yesung was born, he had the uncanny ability to curse -- people.

Bullies will usually lose a teeth or two, annoying private tutors ends up rolling down the stairs of his house. Just by thinking he can probably give you a three month fever and leave you hospitalized.

Curse or no curse, it's actually something pretty convenient to have, if it helps him in eliminating competition, he is definitely not complaining.

Too bad though...

This thing doesn't work on Kangin -- at all. Strangely enough. Otherwise HE would probably be the president right now.

And all this mess, well... wouldn't it be so easy if he just make everyone in the other two schools to sleep in on the day of the exam? Then it's sure win, and 100% effortless.

But...

/It's sooooooooooo much more fun seeing everyone suffer./

^______________________^

[Anyone who ever falls victim to Yesung's sadistic streak, will be VERY VERY screwed.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 4

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 23:21:41 GMT

Fact #4.

Kim Ryeowook sighed again as he looked over to his desk-mate, who had been sleeping behind his upright textbook for the past two classes. Seriously, this desk-mate of his, Kim Kibum... he probably spends more time watching him sleep than being awake ever since the beginning of the school year! =___=...

Sighing once again, he puts half of his attention back to the mini computer he was using -- the other half is listening to the poor teacher in front, blurbing the most boring lesson ever, and looks as if she was going to fall asleep speaking as well.

This list of 'skippers' that he had been compiling, it's bigger than he had expected. Having to compile it is just ridiculous, after all, more than half of their school skips...

Ivy Club, Smart and Elite are three famous private all-boys highschool in this area. Usually, for one region, there is only a need for one, at most two, but there's a reason for this place to have three.

From the story that he had heard, it all starts with three really good friends who were deciding to co-found a high school and a game of Monopoly. Somehow the topic came up to who is better if this is real life. The smart one obviously said he is better because he is briliant, and would know how to knock all the other people down. The famous and most charismatic one said, all you need is leadership skills, then everyone would listen to you. But then the richest one barged in and claimed that all you need is money because it runs the world.

What happened later in the story had a lot of different versions, some said that they started pulling each other's hair out(resulting in the three bald principals today), others say that they flipped the table and started stuffing each other's mouths with monopoly houses. But either way, the fight never ended, and so the consequence is the three private high schools that we have today. Smart houses the nerds, Elite breeds the charismatic jerks, and Ivy Club?

Well, it's where all the rich bastards sends their snobby kids.

When his thoughts reached here, Ryeowook had to hold the urge to sigh again. Why the heck did he even get sent here? He came in not because he was rich, but because he had a scholarship. He should so have been in Smart!!!

He knows it's too late to change history now... That's probably why he is in student council, doing all the nasty jobs. The people in there aren't as snobbish. It's not like he can choose though, since student council is a hierarchy kind of group, and he is in first year. But it also meant that he got gypped because he's definitely not the youngest in the council!

Feeling like he's going to growl, Ryeowook glared at the next name that goes onto the list.

Give the list to him?!

Doesn't Kangin know that this guy is absolutely the TOP skipper in this school?! His attendance averages one class per week!!! How Cho Kyuhyun got into student council is forever a mystery, and on top of that, isn't it super ironic to give this list to him?!

"I get what you want to say, you don't have to type my name so many times."

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!"

His chair scraped the floor and fell, the students around them looked at him, and Kibum opened an eyelid for two second before shifting position to sleep again.

He stared wide eyed and opened mouth that a smirking Kyuhyun beside him, unaware that the class had been over and it's now their break time.

"I heard that Kangin wants me to take care of rounding up the skippers?"

"How'd you-- never mind."

Asking Kyuhyun this kind of question was the same as not asking. He pulled out the DVD-R that holds all the data out of his mini-computer and handed it over to the other boy.

"These are the first year people, I'll give you the second and third year's list tomorrow."

Kyuhyun only eyed the DVD nonchalantly, "it's okay, you don't have to. I know who they are... and you missed 11 students in this list, including yourself. You skipped twice last month." With that said, he coolly strolled out of the classroom -- using his signature slow-paced model-style walking.

/Oh bloody god.../

Ryeowook can only roll his eyes.

[Cho Kyuhyun, also known as the "Invisible Member" of student council, is ironically the walking encyclopedia of Ivy Club. In this school, this is also a fact that everyone should remember -- You don't know Cho Kyuhyun? Never met Cho Kyuhyun? Well, it's alright, because he knows every single thing about you.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 3

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:35:01 GMT

Fact #3.

It was almost tradition, that the two rooms right beside the fourth floor Arts room are always empty. Why? Because of three simple reasons. One. The walls to these rooms are never normal. Two. There is always a witch's laughter there. Three. An alien lived in the Arts room.

To the students, this area has always been a terrorizing place. Now, that doesn't mean the alien is scary. In fact, this alien has a human body, speaks Earthian and looks really pretty.

That shouldn't be scary, right?

Wrong.

That makes it twice as bad, because whatever that alien mind of his is thinking, no one knows, no one will try to guess, but when he starts convincing you, there's no escape.

Ivy Club's Arts teacher, Kim Heechul, is NOT a human.

After all, no sane arts teacher would tell their students to hack their perfectly good walls to make life-sized relief sculptures, and would definitely not tell them to paint their school grounds with crazy symbols from 'Signs'. Hell, Heechul even throws old paint buckets, unsatisfied paintings and unfinished sculptures out the window on the fourth floor -- which was conveniently near the outdoor basketball courts in the fields. More than once, their Chinese gym teacher had to come and beg him to stop.

Despite this insanity, how he became the teacher responsible for the Student Council, no one knows.

"What's up Kangin?" Heechul asked, eyes on the wall, one hand holding a palette and the other a paint brush.

"You better not use the council money to call in the cleaners any time soon." Youngoon eyed the walls dryly and continued, "just as Shindong had announced yesterday afternoon, that old geezer put us into another pinch."

"Uh huh."

"And we're made responsible that we don't lose our one and only soccer field. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!"

*bang*

Another table flew to the wall as Youngoon seethed when he saw his art teacher draw a really ugly stick figure of a raccoon and proceeded to write his name across the top of it.

"I said go on."

"From now on, we are going to make sure all the idiots in our school becomes smart at least until the exams! Aren't you supposed to help out?" -__-#

"Um................... why? We'll never beat Smart and Elite in nerdiness."

"YOU--- fine. Yes I know that too, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna sit and let it happen. Be it cramming or staying here 24/7." ¬___¬#

Heechul turned and considered what he said for a while, then slowly gave him a grin. "Good. I like your bravery. Good luck then."

"No. YOU are going to help with organizing all the after school tutorials and the... convincing."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I'll tell our music teacher who put water in his most expensive drum set and who broke his guitar last month."

O___O "No, you AREN'T going to tell Jay."

^___^ "Oh I will."

"You cheap bastard!!!" TT~TT

Palette and brush flew at him, and then came the kicks, which Youngoon professionally dodged. His art teacher scrunched up his pretty face and pouted at him.

/Alright, stop right there. Enough with the disgusting expressions./ =___=

"I'll send Siwon to help you alright? Even if he's not in the student council, I'm pretty sure he's willing to help with his own grandpa's mess."

"Don't lie...." TT__TT *sob sob*

"That's YOUR habit!!!" Youngoon roared at the snake that clinged onto him, no doubt feeling like he want to hit something. Grabbing the stack of paper that he brought in with him, he smacked it hard on top of a desk, "These are the details. I want things organized by tomorrow."

With that, he got up and left.

"AH!!! KANGIN YOU BASTARD!!!! I'M YOUR TEACHER!!! HOW COULD YOU BE SO MEAN TO ME?!?!?!"

[School Hierarchy = Arts teacher Kim Heechul bullies everyone, Kangin bullies Kim Heechul AND everyone.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 2

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 05:38:17 GMT

Fact #2.

"Alright, let's make this quick."

"Man, if it's going to be quick, why do you HAVE to call us during lunch time?" A somewhat chubby boy said while sitting on the first row tables at the student council room and eating a muffin. He was unaware-- VERY unaware that the entire student council body was looking at him like he just dug out his own grave and was ready to jump into it.

In the entire council, only Vice President Shindong would be brave enough to aggravate the human-ticking-bomb without worrying about the consequences -- or dumb enough, since he got blown into smithereens more than once before. =__=

It would only take two seconds before Youngoon flips the specially ordered indestructible-president-table, and everyone else just started tip-toeing towards the wall.

*tick tick*

Sounds of inhaling.

Any time now....

"KIM YOUNGOON!!!!"

The door to their room opened without any warning. Clearly the voice who yelled out their President's name was this newcomer. Everyone turned their head to get a good look at this brave sacrifice before saying prayers of thanks in their hearts.

"HOW DARE YOU BARG--in... into...th...Ju...Jungsu..."

"Good day to you too, Youngoon. Care to explain to me why the door of 3-A has a hole in it?" ^___^

All in his glory, the 3-A class rep. walked in with his tooth-aching dimpled smile. And everyone had to resist the urge to throw themselves at his feet.

There was probably only one person in the world who their president would not blow up at. Park Jungsu has the ability to turn this violent bomb into a smiling raccoon in a matter of seconds, and was the only one who could call Youngoon by his real name instead of Kangin.

"The door?... OH! The door...it was an accident. Ahhahahahahaha...."

¬___¬ So that's what you call a 356 degrees mood change...

The raccoon only stopped his laughing after Jungsu glared at him with a less-than-happy expression. Crossing his arms and leaning onto the door frame, the 3-A Class Rep. sighed.

"Accident or not, I could care less. However... the repair fee is going to come out of YOUR student council funding."

"Of course! No problem!"

Youngoon gave a smile that showed his teeth and made an OK sign with his fingers, but the class rep. barely paid him much attention as he turned around and was about to head out.

"Hey wait!!! Jungsu... let's go to lunch together." ^____^

¬___¬ "..."

"It'll be quick~~~" ^___^ The smiling raccoon put his two paws on Jungsu's shoulders and steered him back into the room, then proceeded to make him sit down on a chair. All during this time, everyone in the room was awed. By what? By Youngoon's royalty treatment for the 3-A class rep. of course.

"Alright, everyone. This meeting is called to let us prepare for battle!"

=______________=||| /WTH is that?/

Everyone started sweatdropping at Youngoon. It seems not only is he reduced to a raccoon when Jungsu is around, the IQ too, dropped.

"...What battle?" Ryeowook courageously asked.

"Intra-school ranking battle. Our principal has.... made some investments with our school, so this... we HAVE TO WIN."

"So in other words he went gambling again." Shindong was nice enough to drop the bomb on what everyone was thinking. It wasn't the first time this had happened before. During all their years in Ivy Club, countless times they had almost lost their school. Last year it was their roof, the year before that was their newly built laboratory building. Then even before they came to this school -- school flag, west wall, swimming pool.

It wasn't hard to believe that with all this, their previous group of student council members, also known as Shinhwa, went a bit nuts and changed most of the school rules so that their principal would not have any say in a lot of stuff. But... that is another long story saved for another day.

Needless to say, because of their irresponsible principal, the council is yet thrown into another disaster.

"So what do we do?"

"What do we do? We make sure EVERYONE studies their head off from now on until the exams and get 100%. Be it by force or not. Any one who disobeys, you can bring them to me."

*crack crack*

Be it raccoon or not, the sight of Youngoon cracking his knuckles is enough to make anyone pale. Ryeowook quickly took out his notebook to write down what the president said.

"Shindong, make the announcement this afternoon. It has become law in this school, 100% attention in class, 100% in quizzes, anyone who cannot meet the standard will have to attend special 'help sessions', anyone who skips will be heavily...punished."

"Yes sir."

"Ryeowook, make a list of all the students who has been skipping or skipped more than twice. Find Kyuhyun and give this list to him, tell him to make sure they all get the message."

"Yes sir."

"Yesung, find out all the students who is failing or on the edge of. And please, take *good* care of them."

"Yes sir."

"Jungsu?"

¬____¬ Glare.

/You want to order me around?/

"Let's go for lunch." ^_______________^

[There is one and only one weakness to the student council president. Knowledge made public in the entire school, but forbidden to say it out loud in front of Kangin. Kim Youngoon has a heavy crush on his class rep. -- Park Jungsu.]

Ivy Club Highschool Book of Facts - Chapter 1

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 01:58:07 GMT

Fact #1.

"WHAT?! I dare you to say it again!"

"Er... I... issued the intra-school challenge to Smart and Elite for this season's Provincial rankings to win back our soccer field?"

The one who is sitting shrank furthur back into his seat. The one standing looked like he was going to kill.

"No, I mean the statement BEFORE that one." ^__^##

"I... lost... our school soccer field... to those two old bastards in a game of poker?"

"ARGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

It only took one arm for the one standing to flip over the principal's table off to the side wall, where it crashed with a resounding 'bang' and broke into a thousand little wood chips.

"Calm... calm down, Youngoon." ^__^|||

Cold sweat was already dripping down the so-called principal's old wrinkled face. He desperately tried to get the person in front of him to chill out.

"DON'T call me that! And DON'T you even think that I won't beat you up just because you are the principal and Choi Siwon's grandpa." +___+

Youngoon leaned over and grabbed the old man's collar, "how DARE you use school property to gamble? Is your brain degrading already?!"

"Hey, it was a good deal, we could have won two soccer fields."

"BUT YOU DIDN'T!!!!!"

"But we can win the challenge. You can do it right?"

Principal Choi tried to put on his best smile, but Youngoon only released his collar and turned around. Then with one kick, he sent the principal's office door to the other side of the hallway. As it flew over the secretary, Clovert's desk, she only looked up from the computer monitor and slightly shook her head at the more than familiar sight.

"You are SO dead when this is over." was Youngoon's last words as he stomped out of the office.

As he walked down the hallway, innocent scared students were scurring to get out of his way, feared that they'll turn into dust being close to this human-ticking-bomb.

One of these scared little lambs caught his attention though, and he wasted no time in grabbing the boy to stop him from escaping.

"... Y... yes? Kangin?"

"Call a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"B.. but it's lunch time."

The boy mumbled and stuttered out the words, but Youngoon was losing his patience.

"Ryeowook, CALL a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Alright." >__<

/Just don't kill me don't kill me don't kill me.../

As soon as Youngoon had loosen his grip on Ryeowooks shoulders, the younger boy made a beeline down the hallway.

/Stupid old man, why does it always have to be me?!/

Unable to contain his anger once again, Youngoon kicked the thing nearest to him -- the sliding doors of the 3-A classroom, which was also inadvertly HIS own homeroom -- and got his feet stuck in the hole that he created.

=___=# "GOD DAMN IT!!!!"

[Kim Youngoon, also known as Kangin, a currently enrolled third year student of Ivy Club Highschool, is the award winner of The Most Violent and Bad Tempered Student Council President ever in history.]

Supernatural - Chapter 3

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 05:16:04 GMT

Chapter 3:

"STOP!!!"

He screamed as he ran into the clearing a step too late; the blade in Sungmin's hand ripped through the other's flesh as it was driven down.

Sungmin stared at him with wide eyes, and he stared back, but only for two seconds. In a blink of his eyes, he found the two on the ground had reversed positions, as the knife had changed its owner.

"Kid, you should never drop your guard. It could kill you."

Familiar voice floated into his ear. Eeteuk was suddenly struck dumb, as emotions raged wild in his head. So he hadn't been hallucinating.

It is him.

Where have you been?
What happened to you?
Why didn't you contact me?
Did you know I was worried?
Why are you back now?

Questions floated into his head but he couldn't voice any of them. Instead, he stride right up to the pair and grabbed the collar of the one on top, hauled him up and promptly delivered a punch across the face.

His victim stumbled back and looked at him with bewildered eyes.

"What was that for?!"

"You have the guts to come see me, Kim Youngoon!" Ignoring Sungmin's surprised expression and Youngoon's questioning eyes, he went and grabbed his collar again. Shaking him as his own expression melted into an angry one.

"You disappeared for four months without even telling me anything!!! Not even as to leave me a trace! How dare you come back now?!"

"Hey hold---HOLD IT!"

Youngoon grabbed Eeteuk's hands with his own to still the shaking, but it was slapped away angrily as the other glared at him with something other than hate in his eyes.

"I came especially for you!"

"Go away! I don't want to see you. You have no idea how much I want to kill you right now."

He knew his own temper had been lost, which was not so uncommon when it comes to this person in front of him. He helped Sungmin up wordlessly, and without even a backwards glance, walks out of the clearing.

~~~

Although it was a beautiful morning, with the sun shining and the birds chirping, his mood hadn't changed from the sourness since last night.

Eeteuk stepped on the gas pedal harder, again.

The tension in the air of the car was almost thick enough to be cut with a knife, but he couldn't care less. At this point in time, the only thing he had to do was resist the growing urge to smack the one sitting beside him, or punch the one sitting in the back.

"Jungsu, you're driving at 140km/h already. Don't..."

"Eeteuk-hyung... if you want I can drive too..."

He threw the steering wheels to one side suddenly, effectively shutting both of them up. Yes he is mad, but he can still drive!

They better arrive to town soon.

And he'll kick this hitchhiker out.

What part of 'I don't want to see your face' does this person not understand? If Kim Youngoon can walk out on his life so easily, Park Jungsu can forget him just as well. He had always thought they were good partners before, and could get through anything together. But after that happened, everything turned into a mess. Something changed, and he knew, was prepared to face it. But Kim Youngoon stripped him of his resolve by walking away.

And now he doesn't know if he really want to see the other man after yesterday night.

"When we get there, Kim Youngoon, you are getting OUT."

"Are you still mad over that little thing? Come on, I came back all the way for you for this mission because it's dangerous."

"Oh, you mean if it *wasn't* dangerous then you *wouldn't* come back? Is that it?"

"...well..."

"Shut up!!! I don't want to hear it!"

The two others in the car shivered and stayed quiet for the rest of the trip.

~~~

Locking up the car and putting the keys in his pocket, Eeteuk looked around the relatively calm street with only a several people walking on it.

"Alright, Sungmin, let's go get some information around the town about that mansion before hitting the motels." The one addressed looked at him from the other side of the car and nodded.

"Hey, wait a second. What about me?"

Glare.

"What about you? I told you before, you're heading your own way when we get to town."

"And I said this mission is dangerous, so I came here to help."

"However dangerous it is, it's me and *my partner's* business. It has nothing to do with you, *ex-partner*."

He made sure to emphasize the last word as he ended the sentence. Then, without even sparing a glance to Youngoon, he turned around and motioned Sungmin to follow him to the cafe across the street that he'd spotted. He jogged across the street when there was no cars, however he heard no footsteps behind him. Head naturally turned back to see what was happening, only to catch the scene of Youngoon sending Sungmin off to the other direction.

Eeteuk felt himself getting quite irritated as the other man jogged over.

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him to go find a motel, then I'll come with you to gather info."

"...You threatened him?"

"I didn't..."

Catching Youngoon's guilty expression, he can only sigh at how well he know this person.

"Alright, if you want to be a pain in the ass and stick with us, then do so. But just so that you know, I haven't forgiven you yet."

"Oh, we don't have to worry about that."

A hand casually landed on his shoulder, and he slapped it away. He swear he really wanted to wipe that smug smile off this guy's face.

The small golden bell chimed as they pushed opened the cafe door, their senses immediately gets invaded by the smell of coffee and toast.

"Good morning! How many?"

A tall boy wearing an apron with big round eyes and a cute smile welcomed them.

"Two please."

"This way."

They were led to a table beside a window that showed the sunny streets outside. After the two sat down, the boy handed them two menus.

"I'll give you guys a few minutes with your orders."

Without wasting a second, he took a glance at the menu's front page and blurted out his order.

"No it's alright. We'll have two sets of the breakfast special."

"Okay." The boy replied and wrote it down on the yellow stack of paper in his hands, then turned around to the counter and yelled out the orders to the other man standing there. All this while, Eeteuk took his time to read the nametag on the boy's shirt.

"Ah, Changmin is it?"

"Eh? Yes?"

Changmin's attention came to him, and it was the first time they had made real eye contact. Big round innocent eyes reminded Eeteuk of a porcelain doll's, and the way his short light brown hair framed his face also supported the comparison.

"Well, we're tourists you see... and we're really interested in seeing that mansion up the hill."

"Um... Earl Scarlet's mansion you mean? You want to see it?"

"Yes. That's the one."

"But it's..."

"We are aware of the rumours."

"You know, it's not really a good idea to go there, but then again, I know a lot of tourists are interested in that place even after they heard of the rumours. If you really really wanted to go, I know someone who can take you there for a tour."

"Really? We would appreciate that."

"No problem." Changmin smiled at them before scribbling something down on another piece of paper. A few seconds later, Eeteuk was handed an address written in neat handwriting of a place called "Thirteenth Bookstore".

~~~

Supernatural - Chapter 2

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 05:04:38 GMT

Chapter 2:

It was six in the morning, and although the sky wasn't completely bright yet, he knew it would be a clear day. Sungmin whistled as he walked up the three flights of stairs leading to Eeteuk's apartment. It was a bit early, however because they will be going through a long road trip, they had to leave before it gets late.

Today would be the first day on their new assignment.

Sungmin couldn't keep the excitement from affecting his face as he press the doorbell to his partner's apartment with a smile.

"... Sungmin?" But to his surprise, the one who opened the door was a sleepy Yoochun with half closed eyes.

"How come it's you? Is Eeteuk-hyung awake?"

"... No."

"But he knows we're on our assignment today?"

"Yes... I tried waking him up, but failed miserably. Can you do it?" The weird request had him paused for a few seconds, but Sungmin nodded afterwards anyway. Yoochun opened the door wide to let him pass through. After taking off his shoes, he followed the other to one of the doors at the other side of the living room. He was about to knock on the door when something yellow came in front of his view.

"This is?"

"Rain coat. Hyung told me to give it to you this morning."

"... Why?"

"I don't know. But it's always better to wear it when he tells you to." Looking at Yoochun's retreating back again, he wordlessly put on the yellow garment and walked into the room.

If he could even call that a room... a pigpen was more like it. Strange, Eeteuk looks so neat, he would have never thought this person's room would be so messy. There were clothes and books all across the floor and the computer desk was littered with paper. Articles and weird pictures were randomly pinned on the walls. The room had an air of a mad scientist if anything. And then he spotted the lump on the double bed that is next to the windows.

"Eeteuk-hyung?" Sungmin stepped closer to the bed, reaching for the covers, "Eeteuk-hyung, wake up." There was a low groan from under the lump that sounded close to an answer. He gave the blankets another tug.

"....Five more minutes."

"Hyung, it's getting late."

"..."

"Hyung..."

"..."

Feeling his eyebrows twitching, Sungmin tore the blanket away from his partner with one breath. However, before a triumph expression could even appear on his face, an unseen hand grabbed an unseen oversized mug from off the bedside table and the next thing he knew, something cold and wet had splashed on him.

***

"Ah... I'm so hungry...." Eeteuk suddenly exclaimed from behind the wheel, and it shook Sungmin wide-awake from his light afternoon nap.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

"Eh? I didn't know you fell asleep... I was just saying we should have our dinner early, and then sleep in the car. We're probably not going to make it to the town before midnight."

Sungmin's mind was still groggy from sleep, so he only caught half of what Eeteuk was saying. Puzzled by the last sentence, he gingerly took out the map that was beside his seat.

"... Midnight hyung? But why... we're only four hours from the town. We should be able to make it there by eleven."

"Well, should be. But the tires are going to blow.... right ... about... now."

The sound of something popping floated into the car, and after that, their vehicle slowed to a stop. Sungmin stared at Eeteuk incredulously as the other man turned off the engine and took off his seat belt.

"Hyung, you're not serious."

"See for yourself."

He found himself taking off his seatbelt and jumping off the car. True to Eeteuk's words, both of their rear tires had exploded.

For the first time, Sungmin felt that his partner's foreseeing talent was accurate to the point that it was quite scary. It was strange that he didn't find it half as bad when Eeteuk knew that he likes windows, or when Eeteuk knew he was going to throw water on him.

During their entire trip this morning, his hyung had explained to him about this weird 'skill' that he had ever since he was little. Eeteuk would randomly get to see into the future for a duration of three minutes, and he would know when exactly that future would happen. The only downside to it was that he couldn't change it no matter what, but knowing that, he had always used the skill to his advantage.

Just like now, as Eeteuk took two spare tires out from the trunk.

"I've never changed a flat tire before..." He pursed his lips together into a frown.

"That's why I downloaded instructions from the Internet before we left this morning."

Two sheets of paper appeared on Eeteuk's hands, and Sungmin suddenly found that smile with the dimples infectious.

***

"Hey, Eeteuk-hyung, you never really told me the details of this case." It was long after dinner, and the two of them were in the car with the backs of their seats set low, getting ready to sleep.

Everything happened according to Eeteuk's one hundred percent accurate prediction, so by the time they finished changing tires, the sky had darken and they decided to wolf down the lunch boxes packed by Sungmin for emergencies.

After making sure that their car works again, his hyung pulled over to a side of the road and announced that they will be getting into town tomorrow.

"Um... details... well, nothing much. The town Astoria, had a mansion that's been there for a few hundred years. Rumour was that some earl brought that piece of land and built it, but after fifty years of living there, the entire household vanished in one night. Since then the place has been empty, until recently some archaeologist brought it to do research. But from what they say was that the people they sent in there always died of some freak accident."

Sungmin watched as his hyung recalled the story he heard from his clients, reciting it while staring at the ceiling of the car, "so... they think something's in there?"

"Obviously science can't solve. Heh, you'll be surprised how superstitious people secretly are. That's why we never get fired."

"Do you think this case will be hard?"

"I haven't *seen* anything for this case yet, but I have a feeling it'll take a while. First thing we do tomorrow morning when we get there is to gather information."

"I see." He turned away from looking at Eeteuk and stared off at the darken sky behind the side window, questions bombarding his mind on how everything will turn out to be.

"Don't think so much and get some rest. We'll need it."

~~~

Sungmin thought he probably drifted off to sleep for a while, because he was dreaming about castles and knights before he was jotted awake by a weird feeling.

Calm and labour breathing came from his right, where he finds Eeteuk curled up in the uncomfortable seat, sleeping without a care. He would have thought exorcists would have their guards up even when they sleep, but Eeteuk was just so similar to Heechul. He didn't seem like he cared. So he slipped out of the car silently and quietly closed the door, hoping that he wouldn't wake his partner.

It was very dark outside, since they were in the suburbs where there weren't any street lamps, but because they stayed in the dark for so long, his eyes already adjusted to the lack of light. There was a small breeze blowing outside, and it wavered the leaves on the trees making sounds similar to rain.

Sleeping in the middle of nowhere in a forest, anyone would find this situation eerie. However somehow he found it soothing, over the city lights and noisy streets. He had always liked the quiet more... or maybe it was just because he had been in this kind of situations too much, playing 'bait' for Heechul while they went on hunting a homicidal demon or ghost.

Sungmin rubbed his eyes and stretched out his tired arms and legs resulting from being crammed inside the small car for hours.

*crack*

-- that was?

He sprang around to the sound of the noise and walked to the edge of the road where a tree stood.

Damn, I'm too over sensitive.

Sungmin picked up the fallen tree branch and chuckled to himself.

But before he could turn around, something rushed pass him, and sent him onto the ground.

"Owww... what the?" Turning around, he caught sight of the disappearing dark shadow that jumped into the trees. Sungmin half stumbled and half ran to their small convertible and knocked on the hood of the car.

"Eeteuk-hyung, wake up! Something's out there, I'm gonna chase it. Wake up!"

Not even waiting for his partner to wake up, he ran into the direction of his attacker, blending perfectly into the woods.

~~~

He could hardly make out the path from the branches, which were giving him minor scrapes as he raced through the forest, the only thing he could rely on was his sharp sense of hearing.

He couldn't help feeling strange however, the movements of the dark shadow was fast, but it seems to be waiting for him.

An animal? A human? A demon? Whatever it was... chase first, questions later.

He stumbled into a small clearing of the forest as the dark shadow conveniently disappeared from his sight. Head frantically turning knowing full well he would be ambushed at any second, he only prayed that Eeteuk would arrive soon from the faint footsteps heard in the distance.

Something moved in the left, but before he could even react, it tackled from behind, knocking the wind out of him.

In less than a second, Sungmin took a step forward with his left feet, pivoting around and propelling himself backwards, he managed to land with balance. Lifting up his head, with almost a glare he looked at his attacker.

Glowing golden eyes, silver hair, but still resembles a human.

"A werewolf?!"

The subject of his exclamation only smirked before lurching at him again. This time Sungmin sidestepped as he brought his other leg up, delivering a solid kick. But with super fast reflexes, the werewolf blocked his kick aimed at the head.

"Crap!" He felt hands lock painfully around his right ankle, it yanked him off balance. The next moment, his head and back connected painfully with the ground.

Hands went around his neck and he could feel the pressure on his windpipe; but before the other's weight could press down on him, Sungmin brought up his feet and one hand, pushing the one with the glowing eyes off to the side.

He ignore the sharp pain as the fingernails dragged across his neck while it unwillingly let go. And without time to even think, his body automatically sprang up and straddled the other's torso.

Sungmin took out a silver dagger from the inside of his windbreaker --

"Sungmin --"

-- and stabbed the werewolf right through the heart.

"STOP!!!"

~~~

Supernatural - Chapter 1

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 05:03:28 GMT

Chapter 1:

It's his first day on the job; he really hoped he could be less nervous. Even though he passed the trial period at the main company by taking small cases, but this was his first official position at the branch office. On top of that, he was to be assigned a partner. It would be nice if they could get along.

Sungmin looked at the business card of the branch office again before taking the elevator to the sixth floor of the building. Pushing open the double glass doors, he found himself in the small reception area. Behind the reception desk, sat a man around his age, with bleached hair and glasses. He walked up to the brown desk and lightly knocked on the surface with his knuckles to get the other's attention.

"Um... excuse me. My name is Lee Sungmin. I'm reporting here for my first day."

"Oh hello!" The man pushed up his glasses and gave him a charming smile, "so you are finally here. Just a second please."

Sungmin nodded and watched as the man picked up his phone and dialled a number, "hey, Yoochun-ah, is hyung here? His partner arrived already.... oh really? Well, can you show him around first then? Yup. Ok."

As the receptionist hung up and turned to the computer, Sungmin turned around and swept his eyes around the small room. The walls where all white and there weren't any paintings on them. To one side, there was a sofa and a small square coffee table. On the other side there was a door, which led to the inside. Other than that, the office was simple and plain.

"Um, Sungmin?"

"Ah. yeah?" He quickly turned back to the receptionist.

"I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Park Jungmin, part-time receptionist and part-time exorcist."

"It's nice to meet you." Shaking hands, Sungmin returned Jungmin's smile as he finally felt less nervous. He was just about to say something else as the side door to the office opened, and another person stepped out.

Jungmin got up from his desk and walked up to the newcomer, putting an arm around his shoulders, "And this is Park Yoochun."

Sungmin gave a slight bow to Yoochun as the other put a rather shy smile on his face.

"It's nice to meet you, I'm Lee Sungmin."

"Same here."

"Alright you two, get into the office then. I'm gonna call Eeteuk." Before either of them could protest, Jungmin grabbed him with his free arm and steered the two people towards the door, opening it and shoving them in.
The two had no choice but to squeeze through the narrow hallway.

He would have never thought the office would be so big. There were more than a dozen of cubicles arranged around the place, each with had its own desk, chair, cabinet, bookshelf and computer. There was something strange about this view though, and he couldn't quite pick it out.

"Yeah, I know it looks weird, but all the desks are actually used. It's just that this job is more on-site if anything, so most people we hardly see them in the office." Yoochun turned around and answered his unspoken question as if reading his mind. It sort of sounds ridiculous that this kind of business actually look like something of a normal office job in a building.

"Ah, really?"

"Yup. Right now there's only three people in the office. You just saw two, and the third one is your partner."

"Is he out?"

"Yup, meeting a client. But should be back soon."

They stopped at the desks in the corner, and Yoochun pointed to the one beside the full sized windows, "this is where you will be sitting, and the one across from yours is where your partner sits."

Following the other's finger, Sungmin clearly saw the other desk with the nameplate "Park Jungsu" labelled at one side of the cubicle wall.

"The kitchen is on the other side of this office, as well as the restrooms. Sorry I can't stay with you any longer, I put someone on hold on the phone for quite a while already."

Watching Yoochun sheepishly scratching his head, Sungmin immediately waved his hands, "ah, it's alright. You should get back to what you were doing. I'll just walk around until...Jungsu comes back."

"Thanks a lot then!"

He unconsciously smiled as he watched the other's back as it disappeared amongst the cubicles. He took a seat on his desk and looked around the office once more. Sungmin already liked it here, at least the people were pleasant. It came as a surprise though, how all of them are around his age. He would have thought most exorcists were older, but then again, those were probably the biased priest images from movies he watched. A bit curious about whom his partner was going to be, he found himself going towards Park Jungsu's desk.

Maybe there's a picture or something like that?

It felt like he was intruding, but he poked his head inside the cubicle anyway, and his eyes automatically landed on a black frame on the desk that was set to one side. Sungmin picked it up.

It was a picture of three people, taken most likely at an amusement park. Sungmin could recognize the faces of both Jungmin and Yoochun in it, although they looked younger in the photo. So the third person with the black-rimmed glasses and the dimples must be Park Jungsu? Jungsu has a really nice smile. From the picture, he looks like a nice person too. These three must be close.

Didn't they say their last names were Park...? Are they...

"It's weird that all siblings goes into the same company, isn't it? Those two in the picture are my younger brothers."

A sudden voice spoke from his back, Sungmin turned around immediately, almost dropping the picture frame in his hands. To his bigger surprise, the speaker was none other than Jungsu himself.

"I... I didn't mean to intrude... " Sungmin fumbled to put the frame back where it was and quickly bowed to the other, "I'm Lee Sungmin, your will-be partner."

"Haha, don't worry about it, that frame was specially placed there for you."

"Huh?" Sungmin watched as Jungsu walked pass him back to his desk with a mysterious smile on his face.

"As you know I'm Park Jungsu, but everyone calls me Eeteuk, so you can call me the same thing if you like. Do you like the view from your desk? I especially got it for you since you like to sit next to windows."

"How'd you know... I mean I like windows yes. Thank you..."

"Good then. But I'm afraid you won't get to enjoy it that much. We got your first official case today."

"Oh really? .... WHAT?!"

Supernatural(?) - Prologue

Thu, 31 Aug 2006 04:42:35 GMT

Prologue:

The first time Sungmin saw an angel, it was on a mountain called Pilatus in Swiss.

He could still remember feeling of being out of breath, after climbing the long stairs to the observatory. He could also remember the thick, thick mist that blocked all vision after one meter. Then the colour of black, which was caught at the corner of his eye. The boy with charcoal black hair and dark eyes, the tails of his white scarf and black long coat floating in the wind behind his body, like a pair of wings.

Sungmin remembered raising the Polaroid camera on his neck, then with his slightly shaking finger, snapped a picture. But as soon as the camera was lowered, the figure had vanished.

As for that picture, even after seven years, he kept it safely pasted in his journal.

The first time he saw a ghost, was during his stay at his uncle's new house. His parents had brought him along to the housewarming party. The entire night, he spent with his cousins running around the new house, while the adults were chatting and drinking beer.

Then at nearly two in the morning, when the house quieted down and shut off all the lights for a good night's sleep, Sungmin went downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water.

If it wasn't for that glass of water, then perhaps he wouldn't have seen that woman with her head snapped to the side, rope hanging around her neck, eyeballs rolled back and rotting hands. He didn't remember screaming, only that when he came to, it was next morning already, and he was found lying on the floor of the kitchen.

He never could quite understand why he didn't reacted like how all kids will react; screaming to their parents, trying to convince everyone to believe him. Instead he kept quiet, not knowing if he really did had a dream.

Then half a week later, his uncle died by rolling down the stairs of that new house. Or so they say. Because no one could understand why his blood was found in the kitchen floors. In the end, his uncle's family had sold the house, and moved to another area, determined to forget the tragedy. However Sungmin couldn't keep the guilt from gnawing his heart ever since the funeral.

From that point on, he wasn't scared when he saw another ghost anymore, he was angry.

His ability to see these non-human things didn't end there. But it was perhaps that first time he saw a demon, it changed his life.

***

If it weren't for the bleeding gash on my shoulder, I would have never thought this was real.

I've only finished up library duty at seven, and was ready to go home. Only that when I passed by the second floor biology room, I had taken a look inside because I heard noises.

Curiosity kills the cat.

It's really true. Otherwise I wouldn't have to run around like a mad man now, chased down by a seven foot half human half reptile... thing.

I don't know what it was doing in our school, but when I looked into the biology room, it was eating something. Oh god... I think it was that sample pig brain the teacher brought in the other day... but yes, I stupidly made a sound, and it noticed me.

Even though I had my share of seeing supernatural things in my short life, and I wasn't shocked in a way, but I was scared when it hissed at me. So I did the only thing any kid would do after seeing a monster. I ran. And the next thing I knew, I knocked over the nearest table, and stumbled. It made a grab at me, which I lucky side stepped with only a small gash.

I dashed out the classroom without looking back.

I don't remember how long I was running, but I really hope I'm running to the right direction of the school exit. Turning a corner, I put my hand against the wall to take a breath. I guess it's a good thing that I'm good at sports, I'm not out of strength... yet.

It was then I noticed the absence of sound. I swear it wasn't far behind me!

"The hell?!" Taking a peek out the corner, the halls are empty?!

Where is it? Nothing? That means it's gone? I took another deep breath, and absently sweep away some cement bits falling on me as I stepped out from the corner.

Wait... cement bits?!

Shit.

I dared myself to slowly look up. A thousand curses just flow through my head in a second. No one told me demons could freaking crawl on ceilings!!!

Arms shot up above my head; I close my eyes, kneeling down on the floor and brace myself for its pounce --

*BANG*

-- A sound suddenly exploded through my ears. Then silence. Nothing happened for a few seconds, so I went ahead and opened my eyes to look up.

Before I can even blink, the thing exploded into a million pieces of black ash and fell around me like snow. I stared wide-eyed at my surroundings, only a voice snapped my attention to the hallway in front of me.

"What? That was a level four? That's IT?! And I wasted my precious silver bullet on it?! I could have used salt and creamed it!"

Two people stood in front of me, dressed in black and white. They look at most to be university students. The taller one had a smile on his face as he looked at the one speaking beside him. And the speaker -- Oh my god. Is that a SHOTGUN he's holding?!

"You, hey you."

Oh my god, he's using the gun to point at me now! My hands shot up.

I'm a normal human! Don't shoot me!

"... Yes?"

"It's your fault you know. If it wasn't for you running, we wouldn't have to chase the entire school around for that demon."

What? He's blaming ME for running for my life?

The other next to him gave me a sympathetic look.

"I think any sane person would run if they see something like that coming after them." A bit annoyed, I voiced out my opinion. The one with the shotgun handed the weapon to the guy beside him.

"No, the sane person would be too scared and frozen to the spot long enough for it to pounce." To my surprise, he came over an offered me his hand.

"Well, I'm used to seeing a lot of other scary things." I told him and took the hand to pull myself up.

"Not bad. You can see them, and you survived that means you have potential."

I survived so I have potential?! This guy is weird. I couldn't help myself but give him a stare with an eyebrow arched.

"Say, wanna become an exorcist?"

***

He must have gone insane to say yes to Heechul that night. Why would any one want to become one? But the fact that he had said yes probably changed his entire life afterwards.

All through the rest of his high school and university years, he had been learning from the person who pointed a shotgun at him that night. He learned almost an entire book of creatures unknown to him before, and the ways to deal with them. He even had actual combat training. Heechul made sure he had that, and half the knowledge.

The as for other half, Sungmin had to be thankful to Siwon. He could still remember the conversation he had with the smiling man when he had pulled him to dinner after training one night.

***

"I would have thought you'd tell him that he's crazy and walk away that night. You know, you really boosted his ego by saying yes."

"But Heechul is always confident."

"He can't teach though. Did you know that he was the worse student in class when he was training?"

"....really? He PASSED right?"

"Sometimes I'm scared for your life."

"Stop smiling Siwon, the idea of dying in training is not fun."

***

And the result of that conversation was having to do extra study under Siwon as well. Sungmin finally learnt that the smiling gentleman didn't become Heechul's sidekick because Heechul was good, but because he had to protect the idiot.

Days flew by, and before he knew it, he graduated university with a degree in literature. Sungmin always had the idea of becoming a freelance writer in his mind, but after a phone call from his mother and he decided to go for a job at a publishing company.

On his day for the interview, he also received a call from Heechul who told him he found a job for Sungmin. Maybe it was fate, otherwise he could never explain why he skipped that interview and went to meet up his so-called Master that day.

So with Heechul's recommendation letter, he went for an interview in Shindong's company. The interview had only one question.

"Are you ready to throw your life into the world of supernatural?"

Habit ~ Sichul (drabble 4/7)

Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:31:22 GMT

Date Finished: Aug 27, 2006

Siwon was rubbing his bruise while reading up on an outline of their latest radio broadcast.

Sometimes Heechul can really hit.

He unintentionally pouted, thinking about the other. He had only cross the line a little bit, and he got smacked awake and almost kicked off the bed in the middle of the night.

He doesn't get why Heechul hates physical contact so much. It really didn't make sense at all especially when he seeks it in front of a video camera. On top of that, he never shy away from any of Siwon's touches at all, so he can never find a reasonable reason of why he gets violently treated whenever he trespasses the boundary set by the other on the bed they sometimes share when Siwon didn't have time to go back home.

It wasn't as if he hugs his hyung like a teddy bear...

Okay, maybe he wasn't sure about that, but it wasn't as if he was doing something weird. He seriously wondered how Jay survived for so long.

Maybe it's because he always stayed on his own side of the bed.

The image of Heechul rolling his eyes attacked his mind, and he couldn't contain his chuckle.

"Siwon, are you ok?" Hyukjae walk passed him and eyed him warily. Pulling his face into a less hilarious expression, he nodded his head.

Heechul always liked to act as if he was mean and 'heck-cares', but in this industry it's really hard to hold your place if you aren't selfish, and everyone lets his hyung off knowing that he is a wild horse. To Siwon, it's just another way of self defence; like how he himself choose the totally opposite way. Hyungs, noonas, or dongsengs, he would always respect them and tries to befriend all of them.

Friends are always better than foes.

His father pounded this concept into his head ever since he was little, and even more so, when he found out that his son wanted to enter the dangerous and cruel world of entertainment.

Perhaps this was when he developed his habit of touching, leaning or hugging other people. Siwon didn't even know until Kibum pointed it out to him. It was hard to change or notice when your own band members does not issue any complaints about it.

Except with Heechul,

on the topic of his sleeping space.

His hyung wasn't stingy, he knew that because otherwise, he won't share his bed -- the livingroom was always another option. Even if Heechul doesn't admit it in words, Siwon knew he loved the other twelve band mates a lot.

I don't care what the others say about me, but if they insult the ones I love, I'd really start a brawl -- It was true, what Heechul said on that episode of YashimManMan. It was probably because he knew this, that Siwon dared to approach his hyung like that.

But it obviously wasn't enough to let Siwon off when he exhibit his habit while sleeping.

By the time their radio broadcast was done, it was nearly 2am already. While everyone gathered their stuff to leave, their manager announced that due to a sudden change in their schedules they will have to wake up at 6 tomorrow morning for a recording.

Siwon silently did the math in his head: get home by three, sleep for two hours, and get back to the company. That one hour travel time really kills.

"Siwon, stay at the residence tonight." Eeteuk spoke from across the room as if sensing his distress, and he reluctantly nodded his head.

That was how he found himself on the livingroom couch, hugging a cushion, later at Cinderella's castle -- Heechul had named their suite, and no one dared to say otherwise. It was probably where he was going to spend the night, because The Trax was back in Korea, and his hyung would most definitely refuse to share the bed with him.

Resigning to his fate, he turned off the television set in front of him and half threw the remote to the other side of the couch. Siwon felt his eyelids drooping but was too tired to stand up and reach for the livingroom lights, instead he hugged the cushion tighter. A click from across the room caught his attention and he turned his head. Heechul came out from the bathroom with a towel on his shoulders.

"Tsk. Simba, don't pout like that... it looks disgusting. And I swear if you cross the line again tonight you will sleep on the floor."

His eyes must have widen like saucers by this time.

"Hyung..."

"Hurry up, I'm dead tired!"

Before he knew it himself, Siwon had already latched onto his Cinderella with a bear hug.

"Argh~! Can you not do that!??!"

"Hyung! Simba will serve you forever~!"

Thank you for sharing, thank you for always caring, and saranghae for putting up with my habit.

Long Vacation ~ YunSaeng (chapter 3/??)

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 21:00:06 GMT

A/N: YES~~!! ToT after my short vacation, I finally started writing again~~ gah!!!

Chapter 3:

Thirty minutes later, with his self-proclaimed handsome face, and Yongsaeng's pretty face, they finally persuaded the counter lady that they lived there and had lost their keycard. So she gave them another one.

"Fuu~~ that wasn't so hard." As soon as the door opened, he jumped to the nearest bed and floped down. The younger stared at him from the dresser, with a look that said, 'it was totally toublesome though'.

"You should go take a shower, you are all wet you know."

"Oh.. right..." =__= He stared at the soaked bed covers he had been lying on. Yun stood up and heads toward the bathroom.

"Catch."

*smack*

He clawed at his face, to discover a set of clothes in his hands. Snapping up his head to look at his dongseng, he was given a small smile.

"I don't know if mine will fit you, but it's all I have."

"Shimi!!!" Touched by the action, he stupidly ran to the other with puppy dog eyes, arms extended for a bear hug. oTOTo He didn't expect the other to side step the last minute, and he collided painfully with the dresser.

"Hyung, please go take your shower and stop making everything else wet."

Pouting and rubbing his sore hip, he staggered into the small bathroom. The small room wasn't flourishedly decorated, but it was clean. There was a counter to one side with the sink, a mirror is sized to the counter width, and a cabinet near the lightswitch. The toilet was beside the counter, and the shower stall was behind him. All in all, it was considered big for this kind of inn.

He took an extra long shower with scalding hot water just to chase away the cold. By the time he was done, the bathroom had enough fog to make a rain cloud.

Yun stepped out of the bathroom to find Yongsaeng sitting at the small round table in one corner, towel wrapped around shoulders and hunched over a piece of paper, writing something.

"What is this?" He curiously walked behind the other and looked over his shoulder.

"Letter..."

"Huh?"

"I just went down and asked to borrow the phone while you were showering. But the lady down there said they didn't have one. So I asked her where I could find one or at least a booth, but she said there's no telephone in this town. It's too rural, and the running lines here would be too expensive... so they communicate by --"

"--LETTERS?!"

"Yeah. Letters. It'll be a while before anyone can come save us." He watched as the other finished up his letter to his manager and signing his name. Capping the pen, Yongsaeng looked up at him, "we'll have to mail this out tomorrow morning."

What kind of place still uses letters for communication? By god, did I ended up in Iraq or Egypt or something?!

"... Well, I do have enough money for our stay here. At the least, Junsu said they'll come pick me up two days later. Then maybe when we're done our CF, we can all go back to Seoul together."

"You don't have a cellphone, how are they going to find you?"

"This is the only hotel right? They said they'll find me here."

"..." =__=|||

"Ah, don't worry, everything will work out. Let's just enjoy our vacation." He exclaimed and flopped down on the bed.

Just as Yun was about to tell Yongsaeng to go take his shower, sounds of rapid footsteps were heard outside their door, and low murmurs and even two high screeches were heard. They looked at each other for a moment, before reaching for their door together and looked outside.

"Hey, what happened?" He grabbed the nearest man that was hastely walking past their door.

"You two better stay inside for now. The police are here."

"Why?" Yongsaeng stepped out from behind him and asked the man. Yun watched as the other's eyes raked up and down his dongsaeng weirdly, and he felt a sudden wave of annoyance washing over him.

"Because someone was murdered in room 406."

"What?!" O__O
"What?!?!" OoO

Long Vacation ~ YunSaeng (chapter 2/??)

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 18:39:54 GMT

Chapter 2:

After seven seconds of 'AHHHH', and much struggling underwater, Yun pulled them both to the shore.

Making a face while spitting out sea water and pulling seaweeds out of his hair, he looked over to the unconscious figure.

I thought I kicked something round while I was underwater...

Then he started pulling seaweeds out of the other's hair as well, while wondering why Yongsaeng would be here at some remote village. The last he heard of them, they just finished their concert in Korea. Or maybe this wasn't Yongsaeng at all, just some freaky look-alike.

Yeah, that's it.

He told himself as he lightly slapped the other's face.

"Hey, wake up. Are you okay?"

After a few more slaps later, a thought entered his head and he started to panic.

Oh my god, what if he drowned?!

Remembering his first aid training, he immediately put his hands on Yongsaeng-look-alike's chest area and pressed a few times. However, he found that there was no water spitting out of the person's mouth.

Taking a deep deep breath, he decided to use his last resort. And he lowered his face to the other's mouth ---

*SMACK* >x<

"Mmhhhhh~~~"

"What do you think you are doing?" The person laying on the sand asked him, still with one hand on Yun's mouth pushing him up.

He sat up and used his two free hands to pull the other's off his mouth, "CPR."

"I was breathing."

"...oh." Yun blinked. Yes, he didn't check if the other was breathing first; he forgot that one little insignificant detail, "Er... are you feeling okay?"

Yongsaeng-look-alike did not answer him, but instead, sat up properly and lifted his right hand, flipping open the his cellphone which he still clutched.

"Jung Yunho! You ruined my phone! All my pictures are gone."

"AH! SO YOU ARE YONGSAENG!!!" O__O

"... Who else would I be?" ¬__¬

"Some look-alike?"

Yongsaeng sighed, "why are you here, and why did you tackle me off the cliff?"

"I'm here... for a photoshoot? And I was trying to save you from suicide!"

"I was taking pictures."

"Oh." Yun went silent. He guess he was too quick on judgement, but it wasn't his fault that he tripped. The next moment he bear-hugged Yongsaeng, "I'm sorry Shimi! I'm glad you're okay."

The younger allowed them to stay in that position for a while. However, he was feeling sleepy after all the 'thrill' they had.

"Hyung, let's go back to town."

"Ehh? You stay there?"

"I rented a room at the local inn. I'm here on vacation."

Yun stood up and offered a hand to the other.

"You're on vacation after concert? And you didn't come to visit me when I was sick in the hospital?" T__T

"I went but you were let out already." Yongsaeng said non-chalantly and hauled himself up with Yun's hand.

He couldn't say anything to that and so he picked up his soaking backpack and grabbed Yongsaeng's hand as they both tredged up from the shore.

After some twenty minute walking, they finally saw the first signs of civilization. It was a small town that had the image of those rural European downtown you would see in movies, and he wondered why there would be such a place in Korea.

Following Yongsaeng to a six story building with the sign 'INN' plastered to the front entrance, Yun felt as he was in some RPG. They greeted the front desk lady, and walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. Stopping in front of room 403, his dongseng starting frantically searching his pockets.

"What's wrong?"

"The key card... it's in my wallet."

"Then your wallet?" He asked tipping his head and looking at the side of Yongsaeng's face.

"... I was gonna grab for it when it slipped out of my pockets before YOU kicked me in the head underwater." =__=|||

"Oh... crap."