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I Don't Like Your Girlfriend


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AN: So my muses are totally writers blocked and this is what they come up with?! I quit...

Mine

May. 29th, 2012 10:21 pm
kat_elric: (Super Junior - Eunhyuk back)
Mine )


AN: Well this was inspired by this photo. The muses would not let it go until I wrote something and since I live to please the muses...

Playtime

May. 20th, 2012 04:23 pm
kat_elric: (Infinite - Dongwoo)
AN: The following story contains what I would consider mild blood play and finding pleasure in pain. The characters are a werewolf and a vampire so no permanent harm comes from their play but I just want everyone to be warned. *mumbles* I can't be believe I wrote this...

To read the other parts of this universe Follow this little link here.

Playtime
For [livejournal.com profile] saanrio to help her muses get out of their funk.


Read at your own risk )
kat_elric: (demon hakai)
Episode One )



AN: Well needless to say this was inspired by Big Bang's Fantastic Baby MV. It really was something that I watched and said... "dang that looks like it is almost straight from my Flesh, Fur, and Fang universe!" I mean really did anyone else see Seungri in that and thing Vampire Master? I certainly did. Anyway I'm certain you noticed that this says Episode one. I will be doing little snippets on these characters every now and again when inspiration strikes. I don't promise to write another thing using them (although I'm fairly certain it will happen) but even if I do I have no idea when it will be. I hope you enjoyed this!
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I realized, this morning after talking with someone, that I don't really have a welcome or introduction post where people can comment and ask to friend me or just talk to me in general. So I am now creating one... Kind of... lol.


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Good Nights

Jan. 5th, 2012 03:37 pm
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Good Nights )


AN: I know this doesn't seem quite complete... It was laying around on my hard drive in my incomplete folder and I have no idea what it was going to be. So instead of just deleting it I figured I would post it here. Maybe it amused some of you? ^^;

Also if you haven't yet please jump over here, read the post, and then vote. I would really appreciated it and there is BRIBERY!
kat_elric: (SHINee - lost)
Remix of [livejournal.com profile] kakutei tell me what i want to hear (tell me you love me) written for [livejournal.com profile] kpop_ficmix

The Words I Can’t Say (Whispers of I Love You)



They were taught, as children, how to count and keep track of every word that came from their mouth, taught to speak sparingly, and taught to shorten the longest of phrases. Often children were given ‘word counters’ as people had taken to calling them; small devices keyed into one vocal pattern that were designed to count how many words were being said. Most children couldn’t manage to stay under four hundred words, but then again it didn’t matter all that much. Children weren’t made to count, not at first. Two hundred or a thousand words, it made little difference to a child and the government seemed of the same mind. It didn’t matter, until they were children no longer, until they began to become adults. Then it all mattered.



The change between a child’s twelfth and thirteenth birthday must be jarring, or so Taemin thought. He wasn’t quite old enough to understand and had such trouble keeping his words under a thousand that his parents had taken to tying a word counter to his belt and taking his allowance when he surpassed their designated number. He couldn’t imagine being thirteen and having to count, at least not yet.

“It must be awful hyung,” he commented lightly.

“Not really,” Minho replied easily.

“How many is that?” he had to ask.

“Thirty two,” the young man replied instantly.

Taemin quickly added on the two more used words to the total. Thirty four spoken words since waking that morning was all Minho had used. He couldn’t comprehend not talking that much. He loved to speak, to tell stories, to sing. “Have you ever used them all?” he asked curiously.

“No,” Minho replied smiling fondly.

“I think I would use them all,” Taemin mused.

“Before lunch,” Minho added with a chuckle.

“Hey!” Taemin protested, but he could hardly argue the point. A glance at his word counter said he was at three hundred and forty four already and it wasn’t yet time for lunch. “I will keep track of my words and be careful with them!” he declared. “Can you imagine the characters in all those old books only having three hundred and thirty four words a day? Romeo would never have been able to court Juliette.”

“He would have found a way,” Minho replied.

“I think it would be awfully hard to serenade her on her balcony without words,” Taemin mused. Minho only smiled at him and he launched into a story about how the entire romance could have ended differently if they had had to count their words. Minho had used forty three words already today and had only two hundred and ninety one left for the day. If the other boy didn’t have enough words to spare, Taemin would talk for them both.



Counting his words was horribly difficult when it was something that he had to do on his own, without the influence of his parents. Most days saw him silent and out of words before supper time or, on the rare occasion, before he had even managed to eat his lunch. Minho however, seemed to always have some words to spare by the time they met.

“Out of words?” Minho asked softly, pressed against him.

‘Yes,’ Taemin scrawled angrily on his now ever present white board.

“I missed you,” Minho told him, not sparing the words to reassure him, instead squeezing his shoulder lightly with a firm hand.

‘I missed you too,’ Taemin scrawled, but it wasn’t the same. Writing it would never be the same as speaking it, as telling Minho exactly what he felt. ‘How do you do it?’ he asked, scrolling the words with anger. Minho, recognized now as an adult, had half the words that Taemin did. Taemin couldn’t manage to save enough of his three hundred and thirty four words to carry on a decent conversation with the young man that he had no idea how Minho did so.

“Practice,” Minho said simply. “You will get it.”

‘Hopefully,’ he scrawled remorsefully. ‘Sorry,’ he knew that Minho had saved his words for their time together and it bothered him that he couldn’t manage to do the same.

“It’s ok,” Minho reassured. A hand under his chin guided his head gently until he was looking at the man who had never had a problem with his words. “May I kiss you?”

Taemin wanted to breath ‘yes’, to tell Minho how much he would like that with his words. Instead he nodded, hoping that his body could say what his mouth wasn’t allowed to. Strong hands removed the white board from his possession, and moved it beside them so that Minho could pull him closer.

“I missed you,” the man whispered against his lips again. Taemin, much to his frustration, couldn’t respond save to pull the young man closer and return the kiss feverishly.

He listened as Minho spent the rest of his words in whispers for him, and even when the young man fell silent he listened to the sound of their two hearts. Minho had always been a quiet young man, but not for the first time he wondered if that would have all been different if they had only had the words.



“I want to be a singer,” he declared boldly.

“You just want the extra words that a singer gets,” Minho replied smiling.

“No, I just want to sing,” although it was the truth, Taemin couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t love the extra one thousand words that every singer got. That alone made the idea one worth trying. “And dance. I want to sing and dance for you. I want to,” he said, spending his last words in frustration. That result only made him more irritated. One hundred and sixty seven words was never enough for anyone, of that he was certain, and the one hundred and fifty three the government was planning on cutting them back to in the following year would surly kill him. As it was, he could only manage to save around fifty for his time together with the man that meant so much to him, fifty words that he had just spent complaining.

Taemin snatched up his whiteboard and scribbled a shameful ‘Sorry.’

“It’s cute,” Minho replied with a smile, kissing the tip of his nose. Taemin was angry, not at Minho which he was sure the other man knew, but at his own inability. It seemed as though everyone around him had settled into what it meant to be an adult, communicating through gestures and motions, saving their words, but not him. At eighteen he still wasn’t used to the one hundred and sixty seven words of an adult and it hadn’t gotten any easier when he had turned nineteen.

‘You don’t have to spend your last words on me,’ he scrawled, feeling guilty the entire time.

Minho laughed and pulled the board from his hands. “I saved them for you and it doesn’t matter to me if you don’t have a single word left. It makes you a better listener this way. I love you Lee Taemin. I love everything about you. Every moment without you hurts my heart and makes all the words that I say worthless.”

Taemin could feel tears pooling in his eyes, so many words had been saved just for him. So many things that Minho had left unsaid to others simply to speak to him. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right that he couldn’t do the same. It didn’t matter that Minho knew he meant the same thing to Taemin. Knowing it was never the same as hearing it.



‘I wonder what would happen if I spoke another word,’ he mused, writing his thoughts for Minho to read.

“Don’t,” Minho said sharply grasping his arm to show his seriousness in the matter.

‘Why?’ Taemin challenged feeling particularly rebellious.

“I don’t want them to take you from me,” Minho whispered. They didn’t know that was what would happen, not really. There hadn’t been any recent cases of people going over their daily word count. It had to have happened once, when the laws were new and people fought against them. He could only imagine all the horrible things that could have been done to get people to fall into line, to obey.

‘Maybe nothing happens. Maybe we are scared of nothing,’ he challenged.

“Taemin, it is illegal. I’m sure they have ways of knowing if someone does that. I couldn’t bare if-” Minho stopped abruptly biting off his words and reaching for the white board. He erased it quickly and then hastily scribbled, ‘if something happened to you just because you wanted to talk to me.’

Even though he had brought the whole thing up, Taemin suddenly felt guilty. Minho had wasted his words, used them to argue a point that Taemin know he would never actually go through with. Slowly he reached for the white board and wrote, ‘I’m sorry. I made you waste your words.’

Minho sighed, taking the board back and erasing it carefully before writing upon it. When he was finished he handed the object back and offering Taemin a soft kiss on the cheek. ‘It is never a waste when I spend them with you.’



“Move in with me,” Minho whispered softly in his ear as the birds chirp around him.

His mouth opened to reply and then snapped shut. He was out of words. It was horribly unfair, Taemin thought, that Minho waited until he knew there were no words left for him that day to ask such an important question, that he had waited until he couldn’t verbally argue. Taemin’s white board was in his bag, a simple movement away, but he didn’t reach for it.

Instead he turned to face the man he couldn’t seem to quite beat in anything, and deliver upon his lips a soul searing kiss. When he was finished, Taemin rose, snatched his bag, and walked away from the man that both awakened and infuriated his heart, leaving him sitting on a park bench. He could feel the smile that followed his retreat.



Pretending was one of the hardest things he had to do. Even at the age of twenty three he wasn’t all that good at it, not when it came to Minho. Still, somehow, he managed to hold his tongue until they were tangled together under the sheets and Minho had spent his last word for the day against his skin.

Tracing his fingers over the smooth skin of the other man’s face, he waited until he was certain he had full attention before speaking. “Yes I will move in with you Choi Minho,” he said softly. Surprised flashed across Minho’s face but he wasn’t finished. “Daily you irritate me with your self control and your ability to save so many words for me when I can save you so few. For that I am ashamed and horribly sorry. You have stolen my heart and I would love nothing more than to be able to fall asleep beside you ever single night and wake up beside you to the morning sun. The only regret that I have is that I cannot tell you more often what you mean to me. Choi Minho, I love you with all of my heart.”

One hundred and three words he had saved just for this moment and he knew his face was shinning with the pride of his own accomplishment even as Minho’s eyes shone with tears. It may have been cruel to plan things this way, to make it so that Minho couldn’t respond, couldn’t argue, but he understood far too accurately how that felt.

Minho wanted to respond, he could see that as the man rolled them, pressing him back into the mattress and straddling his hips. Occasionally, Taemin thought, words weren’t needed, at least not with Minho since the man was a pro at showing him exactly what he would have said. Out of words himself, Taemin sighed beneath the man he loved and let his body speak for itself.



The sun slipped below the horizon, the sky awash with colors beautiful in its display, yet neither of them wanted to waste the words to say so. Instead they held one another lying on a blanket spread over the sand as the sun disappeared and stars began to dot the sky.

“I love you, Lee Taemin,” Minho whispered, as he had for years now, spending his last five of his allotted one hundred and twenty two in that declaration.

“I-” Taemin started and then realized that he had no more words left.

Minho kissed him softly, telling him without words that he already knew anything the other man would say. He always knew the things Taemin was never able to say, the things that Taemin could never manage to save enough words for. They were the things that Minho always seemed to save his words up to say.

Tears sparkled at the corners of his eyes, invisible under the twinkle of the stars. So many things he had never been able to say over the years simply because he never had enough words. It didn’t matter that those would be the first things he said when he woke the next morning with a fresh word count. There would undoubtedly be more things being left unsaid that evening when his words expired again. How anyone could ever say all that they needed to, he couldn’t understand, no matter how much he longed to.

Minho cradled him close, understanding after the years the daily pain and frustration that Taemin went through. Taemin knew he wasn’t alone in his feelings, nearly the entire world felt the same as he did, the words so tight in his chest that they hurt him physically. There was a love in his soul for the other man that was deeper than he had ever been able to express, and the words bubbled forth, demanding to be said, calling to be heard. Even though he had no words left that didn’t stop the desires of his heart.

Perhaps it was the cover of darkness or simply the overwhelming emotions that made him open his mouth, but the words were out before he could stop them. “I love you,” Taemin whispered, his one hundred and twenty third, one hundred and twenty fourth, and one hundred and twenty fifth words.

“Taemin!” Minho exclaimed in shock gasping as his own one hundred and twenty third word slipped past his lips.

Horrified, Taemin clutched the young man closer. His own irrational stupidity had just condemned not only him, but the man he loved to unknown destruction. He couldn’t believe that he could be so stupid.

Together they waited, clutching at one another for whatever it was that would come for them. Men would show, they knew, and drag them away to a deep dark place where perhaps their tongues would be cut from their mouths. Maybe they would be shot on the spot simply for daring to attempt to speak another word. Perhaps a missile would rain from the sky and destroy them where they were laying. Over an hour they lay in one another’s arms waiting for the inevitable end, tumbling in the darkness that cradled them.

“Minho,” Taemin whispered finally, then cringing at the realized use of his one hundred and twenty sixth word. Again they waited, but nothing happened. “Maybe they don’t care,” Taemin whispered.

“They care,” Minho hissed. “Close your mouth.”

“No!” Taemin declared sitting up, suddenly angry. “Every day a law that I can’t change made by people that I have never seen tells me that I have to close my mouth. Every day I have been closing my mouth under their direction because that is what I have been taught. I won’t close my mouth for you.” Panting he waited for something, anything to happen. When nothing did it gave him the courage to continue.

“There are so many things that I want to tell you, that I never get the chance to. I never get to tell you how much I love you as we fall asleep.”

“Taemin,” Minho hissed again sitting up as well so he could slap a hand over the younger man’s mouth. “Shut up!”

Taemin slapped it away. “I will never shut up, never again. They can do what they want to me but I’m not going to be silent. I love you Minho and I will say that whenever I want for as long as I want.” It was stupid he knew and would likely get them both killed, but until whatever was coming for them came, he planned to use all the words he could.

“God Minho, do you know how much it kills me to not be able to say anything I want to you? How much I hate that I can’t do something as simple as moan your name as we make love because I don’t have any words left? I hate that I can’t tell you everything that you are to me because I don’t have the words.”

Sighing, Minho pulled him closer, guiding Taemin’s legs to straddle his hips. “I know Taemin. You don’t have to tell me, I know.”

“No!” Taemin said sharply. “I can’t let things go unspoken anymore, I have to tell you. There is so much I have to tell you,” he said his voice softening as he traced the man’s cheek.

“Then tell me,” Minho whispered. “We are dead anyway, so tell me.”

“Minho I didn’t mean to-” Taemin started, but was cut off by the press of lips.

“Don’t you dare apologize. You sure as hell meant to and you have for a long time now,” Minho scolded.

“I didn’t want you to get into trouble because of me,” Taemin said softly.

“I would have gotten into trouble myself soon enough,” Minho reassured him. “Sometimes I can’t stand not being able to breathe your name.”

“Minho,” Taemin said with a sigh and their lips met, drawn together as if by magnetism.

“So tell me Lee Taemin,” Minho said softly, sliding his hands soothingly over the young man’s back. “What is it that has remained unspoken between us?”

“Oh Minho,” Taemin whispered before kissing him again. The words would likely take the entire night to say, but neither of them cared as the shifted to lie again. There, on the beach that night, as their words became as numerous as the stars, Taemin made sure that there wasn’t a single thing left unspoken so that no matter what the dawn brought to them, Minho would have heard everything his heart had to say.


AN: I loved the idea of this that the orginal author wrote. I couldn't help but write something about it.
kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew/Key white)
In Math Class )


AN: ... That was a request fic and that is the only reason you will ever read something like that from me... Anyway, moving on! For all of you SHINee lovers have you checked out [livejournal.com profile] shineebigbang yet? There are a ton of fics posted over there all over 10K in length. All the authors worked really hard to write them and get them finished on time so please take some time to go read them! Then you can vote on your favorite one! Also there is [livejournal.com profile] kpop_olymfics where you can read and rate every single piece of fiction. So if you have some time head over to one or both and enjoy!
kat_elric: (SHINee - Onew/Key white)
Dance with Me )


AN: Um so I have no idea where this came from? My mom was listening to random 80's love songs and I just got the image of Key loving them... Then downhill it went. I swear sometime in the very near future I will update the things I need to... well after I write them of course... ^^; *is fail*

One Step

Nov. 26th, 2010 08:16 pm
kat_elric: (betray myself - sora)
One Step )

AN: Look at me go! lol. And please don't get me started about what I think is really going on. Or you can if you want, but I might sound kinda crazy or something. Now off to obtain some tea for my throat!

For a While

Oct. 8th, 2010 08:08 pm
kat_elric: (memories)
For a While )

AN: For anyone who has read this far and might be confused, this piece was written based on the time in Donghae's life when he lost his father. Although I have never lost a parent, I have lost a good number of relatives and one more was added to the list very recently, that more then anything is why I have not been very active these past two weeks. This fic stems directly from that. The grammar and flow may seem off and choppy and it is on purpose that it was left that way. But don't worry, I am doing well and hope to have time to devote to my writing this weekend. ^_^
kat_elric: (From the Soul to the Song)
Author’s Note: This was loosely based on the show Firefly. A Cycle refers to a length of time equivalent to a month and a Period refers to a length of time equivalent to a week.

Finding Nothing )


Masterlist - Chronological Story List or Written Order Story List

AN2: So this was my entry for the colorstained fic contest, which I won third place with. I could not wait to post it for you guys! This is a universe that I created because I was a bit bored one day (I really need to find something better to do then create universe). I am going to try a 500 fic challenge and I thought it would be fun to have a whole universe to write 500 fics of any length from, so I created this. I plan to write in it as whim strikes and kinda bounce around all over the place time wise revealing different things. So anyone that wants more there will be more. ^_^
kat_elric: (facepalm)
The Sleeping... Beauty? )

AN: I have no other explanation then this just popped in my head and I went with it... Hope you liked it...

Request post here
kat_elric: (Default)
The Look )




Always Keep the Faith )





The War )



AN: Here's a bit about these three pieces. I recently participated in the kpop_olymfics challenge. I was part of team cannon and proud of it. We took dead last in the competition but we fought with all we had. It is difficult to win when approximately half of the team drops or simply disappears. As it was we took two zeros because we didn't have fics to go with those prompts since we had no idea where the writers went. After that the rest of us started grabbing whatever we could just to avoid zeros which left some of us writing for groups we weren't particularly skilled at with only a day or so to produce something. I am very proud of my team and we didn't loose by that much. I ended up writing three pieces for the competition and I decided to share them with you here as well. They are all just as they were for the competition as I decided to forgo editing them from what I turned in before posting them here. I have to say it was quite the adventure for my first time participation in any challenge of any sort.
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For [livejournal.com profile] hoshi14

Bubbly Kisses


The first time they went to Japan they were young, crazy, and just a bit stupid. When that was added with all levels of home sickness and a few too many cocktails, the resulting games were questionable to say the least. Every questionable game resulted in an equally questionable penalty for one or more members.

There were, of course, the punishments of having to eat whatever the members decided to throw in the blender, or rather drink since it had a tendency to turn into disgustingly colored ooze. Then there were the penalties that resulted in the loss of a members clothing, often times all of it. There were pain penalties, torture penalties, embarrassing moment penalties, and generally anything else that they could think of at the time. One of the most dangerous penalties had been the kissing penalty.

If they were asked, no one would be able to remember what game they were playing exactly, although Yoochun would swear up and down it involved rhythm and the mixing of drinks, but the end result they would all remember. The losers of the first and only round of this particular game were Yunho and Jaejoong, much to their dismay.

They laughed as they looked at each other and then their members who had taken up to chanting the word “kiss” in as many languages as they knew it. Jaejoong looked indecisive so Yunho, never one to back down, leaned in and pressed his lips to Jaejoong’s.

Jaejoong giggled as he pulled away and Yunho was confused as to why a tiny kiss like that would produce that noise from the other man. He didn’t have to wait long before Jaejoong boldly said, “Your kiss is bubbly.” Yunho looked confused but had nothing to say to that and by the time he had figured out something to say, the group had moved on to a different game that didn’t involve any sort of kissing.

The second time they were in Japan was also the second time they kissed. This time there was no alcohol in their systems, just them. Jaejoong was in the kitchen preparing dinner, when Yunho walked in and wrapped his arms around the other man’s waist. Jaejoong had always allowed the contact and even welcomed it as long as it never interfered with his cooking, those that did tended to get a firm smack with whatever utensil was at hand.

Yunho observed the batch of something that Jaejoong was mixing - he had no idea what it was and had learned long ago not to ask – and, on impulse, he gave the other man a light kiss on the cheek. Jaejoong said nothing in response as he finished his mixing and pulled out of Yunho’s arms to move further down the table. Only when he was spooning the mix into various containers did he smile and say, “Your kisses are still bubbly.” Yunho laughed at that and tried to swipe some of the mix with a finger.

The third time they were in Japan was the third time they kissed. It wasn’t until halfway through a series of playful kisses in Yunho’s room one night that they realized there must be something strange in the water here. Jaejoong had only laughed and once more murmured, “Your kisses are still bubbly,” before proving that he didn’t really mind that at all.

The rest of the times they had been to Japan blurred all into one, yet no matter how short of a stay it was, it had become something of a tradition to share their kisses and so many had occurred that they hadn’t been able to keep track of them.

Then the lawsuit happened and the kisses came to an abrupt stop. Now it seemed that instead of the five of them it was the three of them and the two of them. None of them would have said it was going to be easy, they knew it wouldn’t be, but it was alright because as Jaejoong figured, it was much more important than bubbly kisses anyway.

The night of one of the performances at the end of the year, was the worst for Jaejoong. He saw how haggard Yunho and Changmin looked on stage, how their whole bodies carried weariness. Jaejoong had never thought he would wish that they could go back to the time when they were barely know and struggling just to be seen, but now he thought he might. At least that way they would all be together.

“Jaejoong,” Yoochun said gently that night after they returned to their hotel rooms. “Yunho slipped something in your bag. I wanted to make sure you knew.”

Jaejoong nodded, and picked up the bag. Quickly he riffled through it, trying to find what it was that Yunho had put there. When he found the items he curled his hand protectively around them and immediately excused himself from the room. Yoochun gave him a few moments to himself out on the balcony before opened the door and joined him.

“Jae?” he asked, his experience telling him that Jaejoong was happy yet not at the same time. Wordlessly Jaejoong opened his hand to display what Yunho had place in his bag. There in his palm was a small bottle of bubbles and a Hershey's kiss.

“His kisses are always bubbly.”

AN: So I wasn't really sure where to go with this and then I was driving home and this popped in my head and I ran with it. It's been so long since I have done anything DBSK focused I don't even know if I got their characters completely right....
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AN: This was written for [livejournal.com profile] yunsias for the Secret Santa event. She said I could share it with you all. Enjoy! ^_^


Lost and Found )


AN: I am very happy with the way this came out. When I got what my secret santa wanted I was sure that it could be epic and that I could never write it the way it should be. So my little sister and I sat down and started writing down ideas. This is sort of a mash up between all the cop shows I have ever seen. A little 'Black and White' with some 'Bones' and a touch of 'NCIS' rolled up in a lot of other odds and ends. I may find myself continuing this little piece when From the Soul to the Song is put to rest and a few other odds and ends are finished, but I make no promises. Let me know what you think!
kat_elric: (oooh wipers - Micky)
Thank You for Waking Me Up


Waking Up )


AN: I am so unbelievably excited that I get to update my masterlist with a SS501 category! There is a lack of fiction for them and that makes me sad. I'm still relatively new to the fandom but I'm learning quickly I hope. This little bit was inspired by a re-watching of the first episode of Thank You for Waking Me Up in which the baby was clearly against waking up Jungmin. Let me know what you thought! -cries- I just discovered I don't have a SS501 icon! I must fix!
kat_elric: (issues - DBSK)
Well I can't believe that I jumped on the fandom bandwagon and actually wrote something about the groups I am totally addicted to. Oh well it was bound to happen. Thanks to Kibum and Donghae I am officially no longer a SuJu fanfiction virgin.... *grins* Heechul you are on my list.

(And apparently I need to load up some suju icons I have saved...)

Written for the smut meme. Found Here

Disclaimer: I don't own them... only the ideas... and extensive secret plans to capture all of them... and then proceed to keep them in my closet... but that is a secret...shhhhhhhh...

Warning: Uh well... written for a smut community so there is smut... over the phone... between boys (although you probably aready know that if you are here...) Oh yeah and not betaed sorry...

Rating: I'm a gonna go NC-17... What can I say Kibum is dirty... Apparently Heechul rubs off on him too...

Without further ado:

Long Distance

Long Distance )

A/N: That's all! The end! See the commentie button! Now you shall press that and leave me commenties! Do as you are told! Please? Oh lord I make a horrible seme... anyway I am off to write that ten page paper that is do tomorrow, that I haven't started... *dies*

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