works in progress.
Current WIP's, ideas, thoughts, snippets and other randomness that may someday be formed into actual comprehensive pieces of writing. All pieces of work vary from rating G -- NC-17.
Imaginary (working title)
Kyuhyun-centric, Angst/Drama, R. Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun has a hard time determining reality from his imagination.
Status: 15% complete.
This will never be finished.
Random nonsensical drabbles.
Most of these were written out of total boredom, sometimes (most of the time) demanding girlinmono to give me a prompt, a pairing, etc. Some of these make sense, some of them don't. A lot of them are written in my old writing style. Most of these are unfinished.
Tears.
I barely remember writing this. I must have been really freakin' sad.
None of the members were the same once Hangeng quit. Every member felt it in one way or another; the bitter sting that came with the empty space in the dorm. Some members openly cried over his departure, others hid their emotions until late at night, when everyone else was asleep.
Siwon never cried.
He visited the dorms multiple times a week to check in on his band mates, making sure they were staying strong and keeping their chins up. If any of the members seemed off, he would take some time and sit down with them and let them cry to their heart’s content.
But he never cried.
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon in the middle of February. Most of the members were out in the city, save for Heechul and Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun was practically comatose; he had been sleeping for thirteen hours straight already. (It will happen when you skip two nights’ worth of sleep over video games.) Heechul was in the bathroom, showering or doing his hair or whatever it is that Heechul does. So ultimately, Siwon was alone.
He stood by the biggest window in the dorms, looking out over the city. The sky was a dark bluish grey, the rain pouring down in gallons. The soft roar of thunder sounded in the distance, forewarning them of the storm approaching.
Siwon began wondering about Hangeng. If he was okay, if he was happy. If he was happier back in China than in Korea. Of course he is, Siwon thought. Of course he was happier in China; China was his home. His real home.
The Fame -- "Just Dance."
I literally only have a paragraph written. Oops.
Kyuhyun did not dance. Saying it was just not his forte was an understatement; he was always struggling with choreography and was always sent to the back of the group during performances. There was a reason he referred to himself as “Super Junior’s Dancing Black Hole,” and it’s apparent just by watching a few music videos.
After Midnight -- "Backpacking Around Europe."
A few cutesy paragraphs of AU Qmi in Europe.
They met in Paris, by something that could be described as nothing but chance.
Kyuhyun was at the bar, nursing a nasty black eye and a broken heart with pastis after catching his girlfriend - who he had planned to propose the next day - in bed with one of the hotel employees. Zhou Mi was on vacation - alone, for some strange reason that he never revealed - and had found nothing better to do but sit in an almost-empty bar and consume wine by the gallon.
They started talking when Zhou Mi nearly spilled his wine on Kyuhyun’s lap, apologizing profusely in his native Chinese, which Kyuhyun happened to be semi-fluent in.
Nightmare, aka A Paragraph of Kyuhyun Describing Sequences.
The first draft of Imaginary, except this is only a paragraph so it doesn't really show.
“Consider the following sequence.”
Kyuhyun turned around and quickly scribbled “2.9, 2.99, 2.999,...” on the chalkboard behind him and turned around to face his audience - one person, a girl probably two years younger than he. His sister had asked - “I’m not asking you to do this for me, Kyuhyun, I am telling you to do this.” - him to tutor her one night every week during her first semester at Kyunghee University. He remembers her, sort of - Ah-ra had taken up babysitting during her first year of high school and Hyo-jin was the one she watched the most.
Siwon's Discovery
Ohmigod what is this. So stupid. And I hate this style of writing. At least this one's finished! orz
Siwon hated visiting the dorms.
It wasn’t that he had a problem with his band mates -- he loved his band mates. They were his family away from family.
What he hated was how messy they were. And so whenever he would visit (which was pretty much every other day) he would tidy things up a bit -- he would do dishes, dust, vacuum...you name it.
It was a bright Sunday morning, and most of the group was out doing one thing or another; the only ones at the dorms when Siwon arrived were Ryeowook, Kyuhyun and Sungmin. Ryeowook was at the stove, making breakfast for Sungmin, who was talking about how badly he wanted to pick up the banjo. Siwon said a quick good morning to the both of them before making his way down to Heechul, Donghae and Kyuhyun’s bedroom.
As soon as Siwon entered the room, he cringed -- the room was a disaster. There were dirty dishes all over the place, and Heechul’s bed was torn apart. Donghae was still in bed, his head under his pillow as to block out the obnoxious sunlight shining through the window. Kyuhyun sat on his bed, which was already made, making Siwon assume he didn’t sleep that night.
“Hey, hyung,” Kyuhyun said, not looking up from the screen of his laptop. Yep, he definitely did not sleep.
“Hey,” Siwon said, grabbing the dirty dishes off of Heechul’s night stand. “Where’s the princess?”
“He went out for breakfast,” He answered; Donghae let out an obnoxiously loud snore. “He should be back soon. Why, do you need him?”
“No, no,” Siwon said as he left the room. He placed the dishes in the sink and walked back to the room. “Does he ever make his bed?”
“Never ever,” The maknae said, still staring at his game. Siwon chuckled as he lifted up the Cinderella comforter off Heechul’s bed, when there was a light thud on the floor and the sound of something rolling under the bed. Siwon stopped what he was doing, got down on his hands and knees and reached under the bed. What he pulled out was a small, black bullet-shaped thing with two buttons on it.
“Kyuhyun?” Siwon asked, staring at the egg. “Do you know what this is? It fell out of Heechul’s comforter.”
Kyuhyun looked up from his game, his eyes widening when he sees the bullet. Siwon looked over to Kyuhyun, who simply bit his lip and shrugged. “I’ve never seen that thing in my life,” He said, stifling back a snort. Siwon stared at the maknae, then back at the bullet. What could this thing be? He thought to himself, turning it over and examining it.
“Do you think it’s lipstick...?” Siwon asked.
“Why would lipstick have buttons?” Kyuhyun asked, not looking up from his game. A
small smirk was painted on his face. Siwon furrowed his eyebrows, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He flipped it open and dialed Heechul’s number.
“Siwon!” Heechul cried happily on the other end of the line. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” Siwon sat down on Heechul’s unmade bed. “I was just cleaning your room - I hope you don’t mind - and I found this thing, but I don’t know what it is. I was just wondering what you wanted me to do with it.”
“What’s it look like?” Heechul asked.
“Well, it’s kind of shaped like a bullet...and it’s really small,” Siwon said, examining the bullet in the palm of his hand. Everything was silent except for Kyuhyun growling at his game.
“Is it black?” Heechul asked, but Siwon could hardly hear him.
“Heechul? Heechul, I can’t hear you - you’re breaking up -!” Suddenly, the phone line went dead. Siwon stared at the phone for a minute, confused. Donghae pulled his head out from under his pillow and looked at Siwon.
“Oh, hey Siwon...” He said groggily. He stared at Siwon, and then the bullet in his hand. Donghae tilted his head. “Why are you holding Heechul’s vibrator?”
Siwon blinked as Kyuhyun snickered. “His what?”
“His vibrator,” Donghae said with a smirk. “Heechul’s favorite toy.” Siwon stared at Donghae.
“I don’t...I don’t get it.” Donghae sat up in bed.
“Well, you see,” He began. “Heechul takes that out every night and sticks it up his --!”
“NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Suddenly Heechul, panting heavily and hair a mess, ran into the room. His face was the color of a strawberry. He dashed over to Siwon and snatched the bullet out of his hand. The music from Kyuhyun’s game stopped.
“NEVER EVER TOUCH THIS,” Heechul said, holding up the bullet. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT’S BEEN.” Siwon and Heechul stared at each other for a drawn-out moment. Finally it dawned on Siwon, and his face contorted into disgust.
“AUGH!” He cried, jumping away from Heechul. Kyuhyun broke into a violent fit of laughter, falling off his bed onto the hard ground. Tears ran down his face and he had to clutch his stomach. Donghae giggled groggily. “YOU MEAN THAT’S BEEN...?”
“JUST...DON’T TOUCH IT,” Heechul said, shoving the bullet in his pocket. “OKAY?”
Siwon was silent for a moment, his face flushing twenty shades of red. He hung his head and quickly made his way towards the door, mumbling something about going to church immediately. Heechul groaned.
“You know, I was in the middle of explaining what that was for,” Donghae said. “You really ruin all my fun.”
Imaginary (working title)
Kyuhyun-centric, Angst/Drama, R. Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi.
Kyuhyun has a hard time determining reality from his imagination.
Status: 15% complete.
This will never be finished.
Random nonsensical drabbles.
Most of these were written out of total boredom, sometimes (most of the time) demanding girlinmono to give me a prompt, a pairing, etc. Some of these make sense, some of them don't. A lot of them are written in my old writing style. Most of these are unfinished.
Tears.
I barely remember writing this. I must have been really freakin' sad.
None of the members were the same once Hangeng quit. Every member felt it in one way or another; the bitter sting that came with the empty space in the dorm. Some members openly cried over his departure, others hid their emotions until late at night, when everyone else was asleep.
Siwon never cried.
He visited the dorms multiple times a week to check in on his band mates, making sure they were staying strong and keeping their chins up. If any of the members seemed off, he would take some time and sit down with them and let them cry to their heart’s content.
But he never cried.
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon in the middle of February. Most of the members were out in the city, save for Heechul and Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun was practically comatose; he had been sleeping for thirteen hours straight already. (It will happen when you skip two nights’ worth of sleep over video games.) Heechul was in the bathroom, showering or doing his hair or whatever it is that Heechul does. So ultimately, Siwon was alone.
He stood by the biggest window in the dorms, looking out over the city. The sky was a dark bluish grey, the rain pouring down in gallons. The soft roar of thunder sounded in the distance, forewarning them of the storm approaching.
Siwon began wondering about Hangeng. If he was okay, if he was happy. If he was happier back in China than in Korea. Of course he is, Siwon thought. Of course he was happier in China; China was his home. His real home.
The Fame -- "Just Dance."
I literally only have a paragraph written. Oops.
Kyuhyun did not dance. Saying it was just not his forte was an understatement; he was always struggling with choreography and was always sent to the back of the group during performances. There was a reason he referred to himself as “Super Junior’s Dancing Black Hole,” and it’s apparent just by watching a few music videos.
After Midnight -- "Backpacking Around Europe."
A few cutesy paragraphs of AU Qmi in Europe.
They met in Paris, by something that could be described as nothing but chance.
Kyuhyun was at the bar, nursing a nasty black eye and a broken heart with pastis after catching his girlfriend - who he had planned to propose the next day - in bed with one of the hotel employees. Zhou Mi was on vacation - alone, for some strange reason that he never revealed - and had found nothing better to do but sit in an almost-empty bar and consume wine by the gallon.
They started talking when Zhou Mi nearly spilled his wine on Kyuhyun’s lap, apologizing profusely in his native Chinese, which Kyuhyun happened to be semi-fluent in.
Nightmare, aka A Paragraph of Kyuhyun Describing Sequences.
The first draft of Imaginary, except this is only a paragraph so it doesn't really show.
“Consider the following sequence.”
Kyuhyun turned around and quickly scribbled “2.9, 2.99, 2.999,...” on the chalkboard behind him and turned around to face his audience - one person, a girl probably two years younger than he. His sister had asked - “I’m not asking you to do this for me, Kyuhyun, I am telling you to do this.” - him to tutor her one night every week during her first semester at Kyunghee University. He remembers her, sort of - Ah-ra had taken up babysitting during her first year of high school and Hyo-jin was the one she watched the most.
Siwon's Discovery
Ohmigod what is this. So stupid. And I hate this style of writing. At least this one's finished! orz
Siwon hated visiting the dorms.
It wasn’t that he had a problem with his band mates -- he loved his band mates. They were his family away from family.
What he hated was how messy they were. And so whenever he would visit (which was pretty much every other day) he would tidy things up a bit -- he would do dishes, dust, vacuum...you name it.
It was a bright Sunday morning, and most of the group was out doing one thing or another; the only ones at the dorms when Siwon arrived were Ryeowook, Kyuhyun and Sungmin. Ryeowook was at the stove, making breakfast for Sungmin, who was talking about how badly he wanted to pick up the banjo. Siwon said a quick good morning to the both of them before making his way down to Heechul, Donghae and Kyuhyun’s bedroom.
As soon as Siwon entered the room, he cringed -- the room was a disaster. There were dirty dishes all over the place, and Heechul’s bed was torn apart. Donghae was still in bed, his head under his pillow as to block out the obnoxious sunlight shining through the window. Kyuhyun sat on his bed, which was already made, making Siwon assume he didn’t sleep that night.
“Hey, hyung,” Kyuhyun said, not looking up from the screen of his laptop. Yep, he definitely did not sleep.
“Hey,” Siwon said, grabbing the dirty dishes off of Heechul’s night stand. “Where’s the princess?”
“He went out for breakfast,” He answered; Donghae let out an obnoxiously loud snore. “He should be back soon. Why, do you need him?”
“No, no,” Siwon said as he left the room. He placed the dishes in the sink and walked back to the room. “Does he ever make his bed?”
“Never ever,” The maknae said, still staring at his game. Siwon chuckled as he lifted up the Cinderella comforter off Heechul’s bed, when there was a light thud on the floor and the sound of something rolling under the bed. Siwon stopped what he was doing, got down on his hands and knees and reached under the bed. What he pulled out was a small, black bullet-shaped thing with two buttons on it.
“Kyuhyun?” Siwon asked, staring at the egg. “Do you know what this is? It fell out of Heechul’s comforter.”
Kyuhyun looked up from his game, his eyes widening when he sees the bullet. Siwon looked over to Kyuhyun, who simply bit his lip and shrugged. “I’ve never seen that thing in my life,” He said, stifling back a snort. Siwon stared at the maknae, then back at the bullet. What could this thing be? He thought to himself, turning it over and examining it.
“Do you think it’s lipstick...?” Siwon asked.
“Why would lipstick have buttons?” Kyuhyun asked, not looking up from his game. A
small smirk was painted on his face. Siwon furrowed his eyebrows, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He flipped it open and dialed Heechul’s number.
“Siwon!” Heechul cried happily on the other end of the line. “What’s up?”
“Hey,” Siwon sat down on Heechul’s unmade bed. “I was just cleaning your room - I hope you don’t mind - and I found this thing, but I don’t know what it is. I was just wondering what you wanted me to do with it.”
“What’s it look like?” Heechul asked.
“Well, it’s kind of shaped like a bullet...and it’s really small,” Siwon said, examining the bullet in the palm of his hand. Everything was silent except for Kyuhyun growling at his game.
“Is it black?” Heechul asked, but Siwon could hardly hear him.
“Heechul? Heechul, I can’t hear you - you’re breaking up -!” Suddenly, the phone line went dead. Siwon stared at the phone for a minute, confused. Donghae pulled his head out from under his pillow and looked at Siwon.
“Oh, hey Siwon...” He said groggily. He stared at Siwon, and then the bullet in his hand. Donghae tilted his head. “Why are you holding Heechul’s vibrator?”
Siwon blinked as Kyuhyun snickered. “His what?”
“His vibrator,” Donghae said with a smirk. “Heechul’s favorite toy.” Siwon stared at Donghae.
“I don’t...I don’t get it.” Donghae sat up in bed.
“Well, you see,” He began. “Heechul takes that out every night and sticks it up his --!”
“NNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!”
Suddenly Heechul, panting heavily and hair a mess, ran into the room. His face was the color of a strawberry. He dashed over to Siwon and snatched the bullet out of his hand. The music from Kyuhyun’s game stopped.
“NEVER EVER TOUCH THIS,” Heechul said, holding up the bullet. “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE IT’S BEEN.” Siwon and Heechul stared at each other for a drawn-out moment. Finally it dawned on Siwon, and his face contorted into disgust.
“AUGH!” He cried, jumping away from Heechul. Kyuhyun broke into a violent fit of laughter, falling off his bed onto the hard ground. Tears ran down his face and he had to clutch his stomach. Donghae giggled groggily. “YOU MEAN THAT’S BEEN...?”
“JUST...DON’T TOUCH IT,” Heechul said, shoving the bullet in his pocket. “OKAY?”
Siwon was silent for a moment, his face flushing twenty shades of red. He hung his head and quickly made his way towards the door, mumbling something about going to church immediately. Heechul groaned.
“You know, I was in the middle of explaining what that was for,” Donghae said. “You really ruin all my fun.”