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Forever Hwaiting..."You're WHAT!?"
Eeteuk cringed at the sudden high shout from Siwon. Everyone that had gathered there in the dorm were too stunned to speak, or too sad to even look at him. Eunhyuk was the first to break, tears were not being held back any longer as he began sniffling quietly. Shindong patted his back reassuringly but it did nothing since he was crying himself. Eeteuk knew this reaction was going to come, but even so he could still feel the tears brimming in his eyes. He nodded silently.
"Yes. Leaving. For 2 years."
"When are you leaving?"
"Soon, Yeye. Soon."
"And it's mandatory?"
"I can't hide from it forever, hyung. I'm sorry, really really sorry you guys. But please do me a favor?"
Sniffling, Sungmin nodded. "Anything, hyung."
"Don't...don't tell Donghae just yet, okay?"
"Don't tell me what?"
Eeteuk cringed as he heard the familiar soft voice of Donghae. He didnt want to tell him, not yet...it was too soon. Too soon...
Donghae glanced around, panic growing as h
I'll Play For You 2/3 || Mika || Art Trade"Is something wrong here?"
Both you and your boss jerked your attention to the voice, you realizing with distaste it was Mika. He didnt look at you but still regained that aloof air to him, staring down your boss in a way that made him uncomfortable; secretly you were impressed.
"M-Mika oppa! I'm sorry that the recording studio wasn't to your liking..." Mr. Hae Bim shot an accusing look at you causing you to flinch a bit. Mika continued to stare him down cooly.
"There was nothing wrong with the studio."
"B-but I...why are you?"
"I came out to see her." Mika nodded to you and regrettably you blushed a bit. Finally turning to you he asked "Can you come back to the booth? I need your help adjusting a couple speakers."
Triumphantly slinging your guitar bag back onto your shoulder you smirked at your boss before nodding and following Mika back to the booth. Your chingu had disappeared; hearing faint squeals and the sound of the SHINee members in the other room y
I'll Play For You 1/3 || Mika || Art TradeYou bit your lip as you pensively searched your mind for the write notes to that song. Strumming a bit on your guitar you went slowly through the chorus, to the bridge, back to the chorus...it hit you suddenly and you began the song again with renewed vigor to try it out. The sound was amazing and to preserve it you wrote down the chord on a scrap piece of paper. Suddenly your friend called.
"Chingu! You there?"
"Yah, who else would it be you babo!?"
"So cruel. Anywho, Godzilla needs you here right now to set up the recording studio. I've stalled him enough but now I need you."
You chuckled dryly; Godzilla was the nickname of your larger than life boss, a huge brawny bald man with a short temper. If he could breathe fire, he would.
"Okay, I'll be there in a sec."
"DON'T BRING YOUR GUITAR! You know how much Godzilla hates when you do that in the lounge."
"Pssh, he cant tell me what to do with what I pay for. I'm bringing it."
- SUJU Writers Meme1.-Song Title: Call Me Maybe (Reidiculous Remix)
-Artist: Carly Jae Repsen
-Pairing Type: Fan Pairing
Breakfast time at the ritzy hotel. Ryeowook was used to being at hotels, as Super Junior was touring a lot these days. He hadn't had time to relax or talk to anyone in a while; at least not until yesterday .
Yesterday when that girl was there. He had accidentally splashed her at the pool when he and his hyungs were messing around, and then he couldn't stop himself from apologizing to her every spare second he had. She had giggled at him, making him blush hard. She was very pretty and he wanted to talk to her, he admitted. He wished his hyungs would stop teasing him about it and making it worse.
He was still thinking as he ate a banana, turning around and noticing she was right there in the lobby typing away on her laptop. Immediately he dropped his gaze, trying to slip past her unnoticed by both her and the other members, who still sleepily shuffl
|| Right In Front Of You ( Part 1 of 2 ) || KiseopFiddling around with your phone on the lounge in the break room, you smiled as you felt the familiar prescense of your best friend, Kiseop, sit beside you. Looking up, you saw him leaning back, biggest smile on his face, clutching one of the throw pillows to his chest as he relaxed there with his eyes closed. You wondered what was making him so happy all of a sudden. He gave a huge happy sigh and you put your phone down to lean against the opposite side of the couch.
"Well well, Kiseop-oppa! You look very happy. What's up?"
Without looking at you Kiseop answered with another happy sigh. "Aigo, Chingu-ah...I'm in love...it feels so GREAT!"
Despite the answer you know he's going to say, you cant help but feel your heart thrum with hope. Secretly, you liked Kiseop, and you have for a long time. The two of you had been friends for as long as you could remember and gradually the attraction had grown. Well, for you that is. With a pang of anxiety you inquired,
|| Passing Notes || Kevin Woo
History wasn't your best subject, and you couldn't remember when you had ever been so bored in your life. Tapping your pencil apathetically on your notebook you scratched down a few notes as the proffessor rambled on and on...sighing, you surpressed a yawn as your head kept sinking forward on your propped arm. You almost didnt notice the small piece of paper that landed on your desk, passed to you by one of your random chingus.
Flipping open the neatly folded note you scanned the words, freezing when you didnt recognize the handwriting but DID recognize the words 'like' and several question marks. You reread it, glancing up every so often to see if you figure out who had sent it.
-Anneyo (wow that's a big awkward to write first thing),
I hope you don't find me cowardly by having a note sent to you instead of me telling you myself, but I can never speak whenever I look at you.
First guy, second row; nope, no way it was him.
-Your beauty is stunning, your voice is angelic.
|| Breakfast In Bed || Ryeowook
It was your birthday, but that was just the icing on top of the metaphorical cake. Today was your day, and it wasn't going to start until you got out of bed, which wasn't likely since you were soooo comfy. The bed was warm, soft, and it smelled like the sweet citrus-like scent of your boyfriend Ryeowook. You snuggled deeper into the covers, tugging his pillow to you and allowing yourself to be coaxed into another dream as you breathed in his sweet fragrance, being soothed back into a deep sleep as your body relaxed in the area of warmth he had created before he left to do who knows what. Work was closed, the Oppas were on a small vacation for a while so that meant you and Wookie could spend some good quality time together...nothing could've have made your upcoming day any better.
Just as you sighed heavily you heard the door to your bedroom open; guessing it was just Ryeowook wanting to come back to bed you stayed still and anticipated the feel of his body against yours. There was the
The Panic Room (A Supernatural One-Shot)“Dean…? Dean?”
The name felt like lead on Sam’s tongue, so thick and heavy that he wasn’t sure if the syllable had actually made it past his lips.
The only reason he was aware of something cutting into his neck was the trail of red that was marking a small pathway against the stark fabric of his shirt. The dark suit and tie that usually accompanied the white-collared look were missing, but he couldn’t remember why.
His brother’s name seemed to drop soundlessly into the dark space before him. Everything felt heavy. Dull. Maybe he was dreaming.
But dreams shouldn’t smell of dust and abandonment. They shouldn’t be framed by cobwebs and wallpaper so aged that their floral design has faded into funeral bouquets. They shouldn’t have flickering candlelight and robed figures looking down on you.
No, dreams shouldn’t be like that.
But Winchesters don’t have dreams. They have nightmares. Sam smile
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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