[3 Short Fics] Youngmin/Minwoo; Donghyun/Jeongmin; Hyunseong/Kwangmin
1. Bittersweet Chocolate
Youngmin/Minwoo
PG13
It was like ice fire, the stinging cold that burned his heart and engulfed him, was unbearably smouldering. Whenever he saw him, touched him, talked to him, or merely thought about him, that ice fire would pump through his body with uncontrolled want. It scorched him with such feelings that words failed to describe it.
Silent but deadly; it marked a slumbering beast in him that yearned for more.
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"Why are you frowning when the weather's this gorgeous?" Minwoo asks, his voice carried by the wind; they were a hands width apart, their arms just brushing.
Opening his closed eyes, the bright blue of the sky welcoming him, Youngmin tilts his head to meet Minwoo's stern, albeit adorable, gaze. The crease between his brows disappear slightly. "It's just one of those days," he says, groaning with contempt as he stretches languidly under the lazy sun.
He's like a cat, Minwoo muses. He lets out a breathless chuckle.
"Something funny about my face?" Youngmin says, raising one delicate eyebrow. He smirks when Minwoo, too quickly, shakes his head; his almond like eyes sparkling with hidden thoughts. The sun was at its highest, casting golden rays over them as they rest on the greens. Maybe it was the trick of light, but at that moment, Minwoo looked especially delectable. Youngmin could feel a flame erupting in him, the intense heat of that simple fire drowning away all his thoughts.
Tentatively raising his hand, Youngmin watches Minwoo's reaction as he gently places a hand on the side of his face. Cheeks immediately heating up under his palm, Youngmin notices Minwoo closing his eyes shut; not pulling away, but not pushing forward. Holding his hand on the creamy skin for a while longer, Youngmin marvels at how soft it was under his fingers. Slowly, he thumbs Minwoo's lips; tenderly stroking it as if it was made of glass.
He felt Minwoo's body tense in surprise.
"Minwoo," Youngmin calls, his throat going dry. He was now hovering over the other boy, slowly yet hungrily advancing with his desire clawing at his chest.
Minwoo lets out a shaky breath as he opens his eyes, but that breath gets caught in his throat. Golden light shrouded the being over him. Youngmin's body casted a shadow upon his eyes, but as he stared on, the sunshine illuminated Youngmin's striking features; it created a halo of rich yellow around him. With his darkening eyes of flaming desire, he reminded Minwoo of a fallen angel.
"Minwoo," Youngmin says again. His voice was filled with hesitation, but strained with control. Unable to stop himself, he leans forward. The addictive aroma of cocoa filled his senses as his thumb still hovers over the lips. Would just one taste satisfy the desire in him? Would it put out this flame? He could feel the breath of the other on his thumb, and his lips, as he got closer. However, the distance from savouring the sweetness was devastatingly far.
Sliding his hand to the base of Minwoo's neck, Youngmin licks his lips and meets Minwoo's gaze. He could feel the anticipation, the panic, the expectation, and the alarm that resounded through Minwoo's mind and body. Softly caressing the nape, Youngmin leans forward a hair, watching Minwoo's response; he has gone too far to pull away now.
Will you be mine? Youngmin's mind whispers, his lips just about to brush against Minwoo's. The desire in him was clawing at him; the pain was indescribable but as he touches the reason of his lust, like a fire being put away, cool relief slowly washed over him.
"Youngmin," Minwoo murmurs, his lips moving to form the simple word that held a not-so-simple meaning. He blinks once, the long lashes creating exaggerated shadows across his cheek. But it was as if he was answering, yes.
Youngmin's mind tenses in a sudden pull, like the strings of a violin being tuned. Holding a reign over his wanton craving was out of his control just then, and as easy as breathing, with no sense of hesitation, he delves forward.
The simple touch of the lips brought forth a wave of new longings; the little voice in Youngmin's head urging him forward with whispers of, more, more, more. It was hard to not be overwhelmed when Minwoo was also craning his head up to meet him in a smouldering kiss. He felt like a man on the verge of dying from thirst. Minwoo was his oasis, the refreshing taste that engulfed his body. But the more he drank, the more he craved as his thirst only increased.
His hands roamed all over Minwoo's body; gently caressing with a feverish speed to mark him his. As his fingers coiled through Minwoo's silky mess of hair, his body instinctively became flushed against Minwoo's; enough to not put his full weight on the boy, but enough to not even have a breath of a distance between them. He couldn't remember if it was him, or Minwoo, that let out a muffled groan of contempt.
By the time they pulled away, both of them were breathing heavily; their lips marked with the frustration and raw desire. Minwoo had his arms around Youngmin's neck and shoulders, his fingers digging harshly into the shirt and skin, as Youngmin had cupped Minwoo's face in his hands, like a blind man cupping water for the first time.
Minwoo licks his bruised lips, the skin tingling with the aftermath and an unknown addictiveness clinging to his mind. He stares up with hooded eyes at the culprit that stole his self-control.
"I think you bit my lip," Youngmin complains breathlessly, his chest heaving with each full breath of air. He grins when Minwoo's eyes flash with worry beyond the look of wanton desire. "Just kidding," he adds, sighing as he snakes his arms around Minwoo's body and rolls; bringing the other boy to lie on top of him.
They stay like in silence, the sun basking them in all its glory as a breeze rolls by.
"My lips feel too sensitive now," Minwoo whispers, hiding his face on Youngmin's chest.
"Don't blame me, you took the lead half way through," Youngmin murmurs, chuckling softly. He squints under the brightness of the sun, licking his lips as he remembers the kiss; his heart was still beating loud and hard, and Minwoo could probably hear it.
"Ugh, I couldn't help it," Minwoo counters, his hand gripping a fistful of Youngmin's shirt. He wasn't embarrassed in the least, he was actually quite calm. But it scared him at how fast he could throw logic out the window when Youngmin was in his arms. He feels Youngmin's chest move exaggeratedly as he lets out a sigh.
It amazed them both, at how easily they could return to their original selves after a beast over took the both of them. The hunger was still there, they could sense it in each other, but enough realization was present for them to temporarily stash it away.
It hurts, Youngmin thinks, his arms around Minwoo tightening, this overwhelming sensation of pained yearning. It scorches me to the extent that, even though I have him in my arms, I won't be satisfied. Running his hand through Minwoo's hair, Youngmin could hear the butterflies in his body fluttering with wondrous joy and craving.
"Do you know what you remind me of?" Youngmin whispers, staring up at the cloudless sky and momentarily marvelling at how pure the blue looked.
"Bittersweet chocolate," Minwoo answers with what he thought of Youngmin. The sweetness of the alluring scent and taste of chocolate would leave an addictive bitterness afterwards. Finding it rather comfortable resting on top of Youngmin like this, Minwoo closes his eyes. Under normal circumstances he would roll off, but seeing as how Youngmin had his arms around him like this, he wouldn't be able to move an inch. And truthfully speaking, he didn't quite feel like moving away either.
Youngmin hums in agreement, "Bittersweet chocolate."
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A/N 1: This was supposed to be something along the lines of friendship that has caught fire, and the type of love that drives a person crazy with desire. It's rather short, but I hope people enjoy it!
2. Unlucky Love
Donghyun/Jeongmin
PG
His feelings mirrored that of gravity; it was simply there because, he had no other explanations. He loved him, but he couldn't explain it in words why. It frustrated him, he wanted to rid himself of these emotions, but it was easier said than done. The heart did not listen to his mind however, and instead, directed him down a path that gave him grief rather than happiness.
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"Do you still like him?"
Jeongmin coughs, choking on the coffee he was just drinking, "What?" he splutters.
Donghyun gravely meets the stupefied gaze and blinks, "I'm asking you if you still like Minwoo."
As his heart skips a beat, Jeongmin shrugs and sips his cup again. He throws a discreet glance at the male across from him. "Why do you want to know?" he sighs, putting the cup down. Remembering their conversation last week, where he exploded with an absurd comment that he liked Minwoo, Jeongmin inwardly slaps himself.
"Because then I'd have to see you as my rival," Donghyun states matter-of-factly. He leans back on his chair and crosses his arms. "It's hard enough that Minwoo likes Youngmin, so I need to know what else I'm up against."
I don't like him. I don't like him. I don't like him! Jeongmin mentally chants, staring at the handsome face of his hyung. Deciding whether or not to tell him that it was a lie, Donghyun suddenly gets to his feet.
"Minwoo, over here!" Donghyun calls. Jeongmin turns to see Minwoo and Youngmin walking towards them, an oblivious smile placed their lips.
Jeongmin could see the flash of disappointment as Donghyun saw Youngmin, but just as quick as it came, it disappeared. Unknowingly, his chest squeezes uncomfortably. Silently listening to the other's conversation, throwing his cent of a few words here and there, Jeongmin mutely sips his drink and couldn't help but to keep his eyes on Donghyun.
It was a secret that Donghyun liked Minwoo, nobody other than himself knew of this. No one would've guessed it, since Donghyun treated everyone pretty much the same, but Minwoo held a special spot in his heart; something that bothered Jeongmin greatly. By chance, he had found out last week, and during their conversation, be it out of frustration or distress, he had erupted with that ridiculous comment.
And now Donghyun thinks I like Minwoo? Jeongmin steals a glance at the cute boy next to him. He didn't harbour any feelings for the guy except friendship, but even that was becoming a green haze. I could never like him, Jeongmin mentally sighs, his eyes moving to Donghyun. He didn't know when it started, but like a flower blooming, his feelings for the older male started to develop into something big and uncontrollable.
Watching with envious and upset eyes, Jeongmin notices how attentive and glowing Donghyun became around Minwoo. Of course, Donghyun paid equal attention to those around him to not arouse any suspicions, but Jeongmin could make out the subtle difference of how Donghyun acted to a normal person, and to Minwoo.
I'm one of those normal people, Jeongmin sighs, calmly nibbling on a biscuit, No, I'm not even a normal person anymore. I'm his rival. He envied Minwoo, who held Donghyun's heart at the palm of his hand, but refused to accept it. He looks to Youngmin, who was also adoringly stealing glances at Minwoo, and Minwoo returns the gaze when he thought nobody was looking.
The frustration in Jeongmin was raw and bubbling, any more added pressure, and he was sure he would pop. But he couldn't help himself, the way his heart acted was something he could not control. Why did he like someone who would never look at him? He didn't know. But he knew, before he found out that Donghyun liked Minwoo, that whenever he was with the older male, indescribable warmth would flood him; drowning out any worries he had.
But now, everything is complicated beyond my reach, Jeongmin sighs, this time out loud. Everyone stops talking and stares at him, surprised and curious.
"You alright?" Minwoo is the first to speak. Jeongmin meets his worried eyes and he felt rather guilty that he could ever hold a grudge on him for something he had never done.
"Oh, yeah I'm fine," Jeongmin says, his faked cheerful tone outlining his words as he smiles. He sees Donghyun's solemn face from the corner of his eyes and a sense of grief washes over him. Of course, he's worried that Minwoo's showing too much concern for me. He wouldn't be worried for me, he's probably thinking that I faked it so that Minwoo would show attention to me.
Crying. Jeongmin felt like crying. Although he admits that crying isn't a very manly thing to do, he couldn't stop the overwhelming sense of heartache that pierced him. Sitting in this very seat, across from his crush and next to his crush's crush; it caused a rift in his heart. He will never look at me like how he does to Minwoo. And that fact brought the wave of reality down on him.
Without a word, Jeongmin abruptly gets to his feet. "I forgot I have something to do, I'll see you guys later." Throwing a smile, but not meeting anyone's eyes, he rushes out on them and into fresh air.
He gets as far as two blocks before the first tear escapes his eyes.
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It had been a week and Jeongmin refused to meet anyone, especially Donghyun. Staring at his cell phone and reading the list of missed calls, Jeongmin groans and rolls on his bed. Not only did he feel pathetic, he looked it too.
"13 messages from Minwoo, 7 calls from Youngmin, 10 calls from Hyunseong, 5 messages from Kwangmin," he slowly reads, eyes swelled up and red from the excessive crying. Tissues littered the bed and floor as an ice pack was constantly on and off his eyes. His curtain blocked out the unwanted sunshine.
"18 calls from Donghyun," Jeongmin finally reads, staring at the name.
It surprised him at how many times Donghyun phoned him, but Jeongmin knew that he had to dismiss the false hope building in him. "Damn it," he mutters out loud, covering his eyes with his hand and running them through his hair. "Why him of all people," he continually questioned it, but no answer would be provided.
Just then, his phone vibrates in his hand, jerking him with surprise. His breath gets caught in his throat as he reads the name.
Donghyun.
He just stares at it, letting the phone vibrate before the call cuts off. Gripping the phone tighter, he places it on his chest and breathes slowly.
"If it rings once more, I'll pick it up," he murmurs, licking his dry lips. He was allowed some hope.
As the phone vibrates in a familiar rhythm again, Jeongmin sucks in a breath of anticipation as he reads the name.
Donghyun.
Shaking, be it from anticipation or fear, Jeongmin presses the call button and places it beside his ear.
"Hello?" he whispers.
"Where the hell have you been?! Ignoring not only my calls, but everyone else's too!" Donghyun screeches over the phone. Jeongmin cringes as he pulls the phone away from his head.
"I've been," he pauses, "busy."
"Yeah, busy my ass. You better have a proper explanation when I come over today." Donghyun mutters. Jeongmin could hear the wind rushing in the background.
Panic erupts like a volcano as Jeongmin bolts up to a sitting position. "What?!"
"I'm coming over today, as in, right now." Donghyun says, Jeongmin could hear the smirk in his voice. "Actually, I see your apartment right now. So open the door."
"What--?! No! Go back, I don't want you here." Jeongmin hollers, getting to his feet and rushing to the front doors. He checks that they are locked and stares at the door with wide eyes, expecting Donghyun to walk right through it.
"Huh? What do you mean no?" The frown was evident in his words.
"No, as in no. Go back, I want to be alone right now." Jeongmin mutters, his chest heaving with big breaths. He didn't want the week of crying and trying to bury his feelings be nothing but in vain; he wasn't ready to face Donghyun right now.
"Is this because of Minwoo?" Donghyun quiet whispers.
Why does he bring up Minwoo? Can't he spend one second with me and not think about Minwoo?! Jeongmin groans and bites his lips, his eyes glazing over.
"You must know that Youngmin and Minwoo are together now right? I found out a couple days ago too." Jeongmin shakes his head, not that Donghyun could see it. He didn't care if Minwoo and Youngmin were together now, it was obvious from the beginning that they liked each other.
"I'm also heartbroken too you know, but that doesn't mean I'll give up on him. I still love him, even if he is with Youngmin." Donghyun's words were clear-cut; very direct. Jeongmin couldn't think of any other way for Donghyun to slash open his wounds.
"If you truly love a person, you'd love them as they found their happiness, be it with you or with someone else. Now open up, we can console each other."
Jeongmin collapses to the floor as he watches the handle of his door rattle. "No," he whispers, tears trailing down his cheeks.
"Jeongmin!" Donghyun calls, both at the door and through the phone. "Hey, I know you're in there, open up!"
Slowly getting to his feet, his phone still placed beside his ear, Jeongmin gets to the door; the cool metal biting into his warm palm.
"Go away, Donghyun. I already said I don't want to see you." Jeongmin says, whispering through the phone. He could faintly hear the rustling that came beyond the door.
"Idiot, it's times like this that you need a friend." Donghyun mutters. His voice cut across the door, and echoed through the phone; Jeongmin bites his lips and closes his eyes. Like a typhoon that has passed, he suddenly found an eerie calm in himself.
"You and I are really unfortunate," Jeongmin found himself saying, a breathless laugh ending his sentence. "Both of us have an unrequited love, how sad is that."
Donghyun chuckles, the sound etching itself into Jeongmin's mind. "You got that right," he sighs, "it really sucks, but that's what love is I guess. You have the winner, and the losers."
"Yeah, I never realized how much love hurts." Jeongmin mutters, exhaling slowly and placing his forehead on the door.
"Youngmin is a lucky man," Donghyun says, acceptance and pain outlining his words. "I don't think Minwoo noticed anyone's feelings other than Youngmin's."
Jeongmin came to terms with himself just then. He found it useless to harbour such a deep and complex feeling for someone who wouldn't give him the second thought. The pain of letting go was better than the pain of holding on.
"Donghyun," Jeongmin says, his voice going hoarse and croaky. He wills himself to not cry. "Did you know?"
"Hmm?" Donghyun hums in question.
"That I never loved Minwoo? I only looked at him as a friend?" Like a ribbon being slowly undone, Jeongmin felt a sense of relief as, little by little, his truth was going to be told.
"Huh?" Donghyun mutters, surprised, "But then, why are you heartbroken right now?!" he gasps. "Don't tell me you actually liked Youngmin? Then why did you lie to me about Minwoo? You know it's--"
"Just shut up and listen to me," Jeongmin murmurs, turning to place his back on the door. Tilting his head back, he could feel the tears slipping past his eyes, but unexpectedly his heart didn't hurt. "You, Kim Donghyun, is the one I like. I think I've liked you for over a year and a half now, ridiculous huh? Nobody has ever found out about it." he lets out a breathless chuckle, "I don't know why I like you, so don't ever ask me cause I have no answer for you. I just do, or, I just did." Sliding down to sit on the cold tiled floor, Jeongmin continues.
"When you told me about liking Minwoo, something must've snapped in me. It's natural isn't? If you found that your crush liked someone else? I wasn't thinking properly and must've said something ludicrous, like that I like Minwoo." Jeongmin sighs, pressing the phone closer to his ear. "When we met with Minwoo and Youngmin that day, I couldn't take it anymore, the way you looked at Minwoo pained me. So I ran, and have been consoling myself."
A bittersweet smile breaks open his lips, the unending drops of tears shrouding his vision. "I'm over it now, I think. You forcing your visit on me made me reach a decision in myself. And I have decided to give up on you, I think it's the best for my tortured heart."
"Can I ask you a favour?" Jeongmin questions, wondering if Donghyun was still listening, or was still behind the door.
"Yeah," Donghyun answers, voice rather timid and solemn. Jeongmin expected this reaction.
"The next time we meet, treat me as if nothing has happened, please. I want you to forget what I just told you, because I'm going to forget about it too. Agreed?"
A moment of drawn out silence meets his words before he hears Donghyun let out a breath of air, "A-alright."
Jeongmin couldn't help but smile at the agreement. "Good, then I'll see you later." Without hearing an answer, he snaps his phone shut and stays leaning against the door. Straining his ears, he listens as Donghyun's footsteps echo softly away from his door, the hesitation and shock echoing with each step.
Jeongmin was in the eye of the tornado, the silent calm before the rush panic and pain. But he didn't mind it. Although he dreaded the ache that was building in his chest, if he could free himself from the unlucky, unrequited love, he felt as if everything would be okay.
Smiling through his tears, Jeongmin grips his phone and cries away the love he wished he had.
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A/N 2: Unrequited love, I'm sure everyone has come across something like this at least once in their lives right? I wanted to portray Donghyun as this dense, oblivious fool that only looks at that one person and tends to forget the others around him. I guess in one way it means he's totally loyal to the one he loves, but can unintentionally hurt others. Jeongmin was written as a guy that followed his heart, even though he couldn't understand the reason of it. He simply loved Donghyun because, Donghyun was Donghyun. (a vague explanation, I know.) Hope you enjoyed! :)
3. Mutual Understanding
Hyunseong/Kwangmin
PG
He didn't find the need to question their relationship. It silently crept up on them, like the kiss they shared while watching that horror movie. Or the touches they stole while they were reading. Or the quiet understanding when one of them was distressed.
They went from being friends to something more like it was the most natural thing in the world.
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"So, are you guys going out?" Minwoo asks, wide eyed and curious.
Kwangmin takes a forkful of his cake and meets Minwoo gaze, blinking. "Huh?" he questions, raising an eyebrow. Frosting lined his lips.
Youngmin rolls his eyes and passes his brother a napkin, "He's asking you whether you and Hyunseong are in a relationship."
Minwoo nods feverishly, eyes sparkling with delight. "You guys are, right? I mean, you guys seem so subtle about it, but there is definitely something there. Would it hurt to show some PDA now and then?" He yelps when Youngmin pokes him in the stomach.
"I don't really want to see my brother making out in front of me, thank you very much." Youngmin mutters, picking up his piece of the cake. He ignores Minwoo's pout. "It'll be like seeing myself being all lovey-dovey to someone else other than you," he scowls, "that'd be so gross."
"Awwww, that's so cute," Minwoo coos, offering his forkful of cake to Youngmin, who took it in one gracious mouthful.
Kwangmin stares at the two of them with a blank expression, wavering whether to be nauseated or amused. "Does it look like we have something going on between us?" he asks.
"Wait, does that mean there's nothing going on between you two?" Minwoo gapes, confused.
"What's going on between who?" Hyunseong suddenly cuts in, walking towards them with a tray of drinks.
"Kwangmin said that there's nothing going on between you guys, is that right?" Minwoo says, not letting the topic slip from his grasp.
Hyunseong looks to the darker haired twin, meeting his eyes in a silent understanding. "If you assume we have something going on between us, feel free to think that. If not, that's fine too."
Minwoo blinks, then looks to Youngmin beside him. "Did that make sense to you?"
Sipping his cup, Youngmin shrugs. "Don't be so nosey in other people's business, Minwoo. It's considered rude."
Frowning, Minwoo looks from Kwangmin to Hyunseong, and he swore, the two of them were an item. The attraction they had was subtle, but it was definitely there.
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"Did it bother you that I didn't say yes to Minwoo's question?" Kwangmin murmurs, taking his eyes away from the book and looking to the boy resting on his lap.
Hyunseong purses his lips and shrugs, "No, I probably would've said the same."
Nodding, Kwangmin returns to his book, but before he could find where he left off, a hand gently caresses his cheek. "Yeah?" he says, looking at Hyunseong again. He automatically smiles in return when the other smiles up at him.
"Why, does it bother you?" Hyunseong says, the softness of Kwangmin's skin awing him.
Putting his book away, Kwangmin frowns, thinking on it. "It doesn't bother me," he tilts his head to the side, "I don't like putting a label on us." He watches as Hyunseong slowly gets up to sit beside him. "But I guess it bothers me that Minwoo had to question us."
Ruffling the dark locks, Hyunseong runs his fingers softly through Kwangmin's hair and pulls the younger boy in for a hug. "What does it matter, he can assume what he likes. But you know and I know just how special we are to one another, right?"
Nodding, Kwangmin wraps his arms around Hyunseong's strong torso, inhaling the warm scent that he has become so accustomed to. If he had to answer on how they progressed to being so intimate with each other, he honestly wouldn't know how to answer. It wasn't something that happened overnight, or in a snap of a finger. They gradually became closer to each other, like a river pebble being smoothed out by the water currents.
They had something that was meaningful and special to one another; it was something that a simple title of "relationship", or the like, could not label.
Leaning into the hand that cupped his cheek, Kwangmin closes his eyes and turns his head slightly to kiss the palm. He squirms with laughter when Hyunseong's hand trails down his back in a ticklish manner. Looking up to meet his eyes, Kwangmin grins as Hyunseong leans forward to place his forehead on his.
Unlike his brother and his fiery passion for Minwoo, he and Hyunseong had something that was more deep and moving. It was like the molten lava that ran hot and slowly under the crust of the Earth. On the surface, everything seemed okay and calm, but underneath it all, the infatuation and attraction ran beyond simple strength.
Without any words, Kwangmin leans forward, his lips finding what they searched for. Everything moved slow, leaving him and Hyunseong breathless as they savoured the taste of each other. It was a dance, a slow dance of the sort, that left the feelings in each other fluttering with impatient pleasure. They were breathing life into each other; each kiss and each touch was just as precious as any breath of air.
It didn't matter to them what outsiders saw of their relationship. Only they knew themselves just how important they were to each other. And that was all that mattered.
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A/N 3: A sweet little Hyunseong/Kwangmin pairing! I've always wanted to write these two, and this short fic does me no justice, so I'll probable use this pairing again someday hehe.
A/N: I've been rather caught up in RL lately, so I haven't been able to update any of my chaptered fics. This is a form of compensation for the lack of updates, so I hope people enjoy them! ^^;; i'll be back soon to update!