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for writing of all kinds. (concrit welcomed. ♥)
- Created By bellpickle
Five Truths
A/N: IT'S FINALLY EFFING DONE. My excuse for the incredible lateness is that this went through a million edits and ended up being over three times as long as I was initially expecting. NO JOKES. This is "a series of inter-related drabbles,"...Snippet from CH2 of Overture
Because I will never finish the damn thing unless I do things like this.
Jaejoong reluctantly lowered his hand, smiling just enough to show a hint of white. “Your teeth actually aren’t all that bad. Not on you, anyway. On you, they look kind of… cute.”
“But I don’t want to be cute.” Yunho grimaced slightly, as if the word tasted sour on his lips.
{there's a break here because I still don't know what to write in-between EHEHEHEHE}
Then Jaejoong suddenly spun to face him, and the eagerness in his eyes revealed that he was about to voice a very exciting thought. “Let’s make a deal, then. When it’s just the two of us, I won’t cover my mouth when I laugh. And you stop pretending to be so mature and act as cute and cheesy as you want.”
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Hmmmm. My current options are:
1) work on Overture
2) start up a multi-chap high school AU fic that I've been wanting to write for a while now (SHUT UP IT'S GOING TO BE AMAZING)
3) write a relatively quick one-shot that will be kind of along the same lines as Questions in terms of mood
Decisions, decisions...
for laur :P
Sometimes Changmin wonders what his life would be like if he had magical powers like Harry Potter.
If he had magical powers, he could Apparate to a quiet library somewhere and finally read his book in peace. Or with a flick of his wand, he could bind all the rest of them, one by one, and stop the ensuing pillow fight around him. Or with one simple spell, he could have fixed stupid Jae-hyung’s broken hand mirror (“Who cracked this? Now I’m cursed!” he had lamented to everyone just ten minutes earlier) and prevented all the bickering and pillow-throwing (the constant loud “Whoop!”-ing from Yoochun, the whines and yells from Junsu as everyone gangs up on him) that soon followed.
But when everyone freezes and the entire room falls to silence with a mere clearing of his throat, he remembers: in this household, being just normal, human Changmin usually holds power enough.
Overture (Chapter One)
In a handful of words: YunJae trainee fic, rooftops, conversations with more tiptoeing than actual speaking. This fic is my baby. My unfinished baby, but still. And it's guaranteed to not be depressing! ;D Jung Yunho had lea...Growing Up.
today
I hold my concert on the roof.
I squint at the glare of white;
the beams of the sun are
a poor imitation of spotlights.
two years.
and still
I can hear traces of
my young self: lucid, unwavering, perfect.
they told me not to sing so
I scream the words instead.
my throat burns.
the melody is dissonant
or is it just
my voice that's
imperfect?
sometimes I wonder
if everything is
slipping away with
each
broken
note.
.
.
I climb to the rooftop and
sing to the sky.
does anyone hear me?
I'm here.
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Not sure what to think.
And for the record. This isn't about me. :3
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