AAAAAAAAARGH, FEELING BANGING MY HEAD ON TH WALL!
Hving a bad headache. Act since mrng, but it got worst.
Been lying down while using lappy snce jus nw.
Pon-ed 1 hr of aep w Mai+Nad hehe.
Hvnt gotten prelim results back exc mly(which sucks), will be getting th rest nxt mon hoho.
Am not nervous for th results. Dont ask why.

Couldnt sleep last night, idkw.
Too excited for sch prolly? (Haha, funneh)
Eventho i did my daily night routine (watch dbsk vids+listen to their ballads), i still coulsnt sleep.
Not until 1+am.
And i forgt today's tue so i woke up th usual timing.
When i realised my dumbness, i slept back.
And when its really time to wake up, tkle bgn.

I hv a qn.
Q: Am i really irriating?
Cos Zuran kept saying i'm irritating :/

Found somemore dbsk fanfics.
Starring JaeMin.
Adorkable~

Jaejoong's at his desk in the workroom, music sheets and inkless pens strewn across the surface in front of him. Over an hour of staring, he thinks he needs a break and scoots his chair back. He glances on and around his work area, lifts papers and opens drawers, until he stops to wrack his memory in confusion.

“Where could it be,” he muses to himself, just a little distraught. It’s his favorite one; he can’t lose it—that would be near illegal.

Changmin appears at the door, “Want some watermelon, hyung?” and lifts a bowl of it in offering.

“Have you seen my iPod?”

“Which one?” Changmin asks around a mouthful, gushing in his mouth.

“The black one. It’s got all my favorite songs on it.”

“Is this it?” the younger man questions and produces a shiny black device from his pocket.

Jaejoong’s by the door & in an instant takes it from Changmin, an unmistakable look of happiness.
“Yes! Where did you find it?”

“Kitchen,” comes the response, around another mouthful of watermelon. “You left it on the counter.”

Jaejoong gratefully thanks Changmin and picks a juicy piece from his bowl, and as he puts it into his mouth, Changmin turns and starts back towards his room.

“You need new music, though,” he calls over his shoulder, grinning when he hears Jaejoong’s blatant sound of disagreement.


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Changmin thinks Jaejoong has too many ‘favorite things’ because the next evening, the older man’s nearly turning the apartment upside down and inside out, yelling, “Have any of you guys seen my favorite pen?” and Changmin admits it’s borderline comical.

Junsu says he hasn’t seen it, his eyes glued to the laptop screen and mouse clicking furiously at a computer game; he can’t be bothered to be frustrated, even after Jaejoong asks him three times. Yoochun’s in the workroom, one hand over the keyboard and the other scrawling notes on composition paper, and after Jaejoong snatches the pen from his fingers and returns it, Yoochun shakes his head and goes back to composing. Yunho’s still at the studio practicing last-minute routines, but that doesn’t prevent Jaejoong from rummaging through the leader’s room, just in case, only to come up with nothing.

He starts for Changmin’s room, but the younger man beats him first and emerges before he gets to the door. They stop in the hallway and stare at each other for a moment, and then comes Jaejoong’s inevitable question.
“Have you seen my favorite pen?”

Changmin bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, then lifts a sleek black, silver-embellished ballpoint. “This?”

Jaejoong retrieves it from Changmin and breathes a sigh of relief. “God, I’m glad you found it.”

“You’ve been leaving things everywhere lately,” the younger man says, watching as Jaejoong twirls the writing utensil in his hand.

The other man doesn’t grace his statement with a reply and says instead, “I need this pen; I use it the most when I write songs. Lucky pen, I guess,” and laughs.

Changmin’s lips curl upward into a smile in spite of himself, and he holds out his hand, trying not to grin cheekily but failing outright. Jaejoong glances at Changmin’s hand, then gives him a confused look.

“What do I get?” Changmin asks, eyes never leaving his hyung’s face.

Jaejoong contemplates for a moment before a grin blooms across his lips. “Close your eyes.”

Changmin reluctantly does as he’s told, and Jaejoong promptly steps forward, takes Changmin’s hand, and draws something into his palm. The younger man starts to open his eyes, just as Jaejoong curls his fingers closed. Changmin blinks as Jaejoong keeps his own hands clasped around his fist, and before he realizes it, the other man’s leaning forward and whispering into his ear.

“Keep it.”

And with that, Jaejoong withdraws and leaves, grinning his way back to the workroom. Changmin watches him go, and once he’s left alone in the hallway, he looks down and opens his hand.

There’s a lopsided, not-quite-perfect heart etched in the middle of his palm in black ink. Changmin laughs, his smile lingering as he glances to the workroom door that Jaejoong had disappeared through.

“Silly hyung.”

AAAAAAAAARGH, FEELING BANGING MY HEAD ON TH WALL!
Hving a bad headache. Act since mrng, but it got worst.
Been lying down while using lappy snce jus nw.
Pon-ed 1 hr of aep w Mai+Nad hehe.
Hvnt gotten prelim results back exc mly(which sucks), will be getting th rest nxt mon hoho.
Am not nervous for th results. Dont ask why.

Couldnt sleep last night, idkw.
Too excited for sch prolly? (Haha, funneh)
Eventho i did my daily night routine (watch dbsk vids+listen to their ballads), i still coulsnt sleep.
Not until 1+am.
And i forgt today's tue so i woke up th usual timing.
When i realised my dumbness, i slept back.
And when its really time to wake up, tkle bgn.

I hv a qn.
Q: Am i really irriating?
Cos Zuran kept saying i'm irritating :/

Found somemore dbsk fanfics.
Starring JaeMin.
Adorkable~

Jaejoong's at his desk in the workroom, music sheets and inkless pens strewn across the surface in front of him. Over an hour of staring, he thinks he needs a break and scoots his chair back. He glances on and around his work area, lifts papers and opens drawers, until he stops to wrack his memory in confusion.

“Where could it be,” he muses to himself, just a little distraught. It’s his favorite one; he can’t lose it—that would be near illegal.

Changmin appears at the door, “Want some watermelon, hyung?” and lifts a bowl of it in offering.

“Have you seen my iPod?”

“Which one?” Changmin asks around a mouthful, gushing in his mouth.

“The black one. It’s got all my favorite songs on it.”

“Is this it?” the younger man questions and produces a shiny black device from his pocket.

Jaejoong’s by the door & in an instant takes it from Changmin, an unmistakable look of happiness.
“Yes! Where did you find it?”

“Kitchen,” comes the response, around another mouthful of watermelon. “You left it on the counter.”

Jaejoong gratefully thanks Changmin and picks a juicy piece from his bowl, and as he puts it into his mouth, Changmin turns and starts back towards his room.

“You need new music, though,” he calls over his shoulder, grinning when he hears Jaejoong’s blatant sound of disagreement.


--------------------------------------------------------------

Changmin thinks Jaejoong has too many ‘favorite things’ because the next evening, the older man’s nearly turning the apartment upside down and inside out, yelling, “Have any of you guys seen my favorite pen?” and Changmin admits it’s borderline comical.

Junsu says he hasn’t seen it, his eyes glued to the laptop screen and mouse clicking furiously at a computer game; he can’t be bothered to be frustrated, even after Jaejoong asks him three times. Yoochun’s in the workroom, one hand over the keyboard and the other scrawling notes on composition paper, and after Jaejoong snatches the pen from his fingers and returns it, Yoochun shakes his head and goes back to composing. Yunho’s still at the studio practicing last-minute routines, but that doesn’t prevent Jaejoong from rummaging through the leader’s room, just in case, only to come up with nothing.

He starts for Changmin’s room, but the younger man beats him first and emerges before he gets to the door. They stop in the hallway and stare at each other for a moment, and then comes Jaejoong’s inevitable question.
“Have you seen my favorite pen?”

Changmin bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing, then lifts a sleek black, silver-embellished ballpoint. “This?”

Jaejoong retrieves it from Changmin and breathes a sigh of relief. “God, I’m glad you found it.”

“You’ve been leaving things everywhere lately,” the younger man says, watching as Jaejoong twirls the writing utensil in his hand.

The other man doesn’t grace his statement with a reply and says instead, “I need this pen; I use it the most when I write songs. Lucky pen, I guess,” and laughs.

Changmin’s lips curl upward into a smile in spite of himself, and he holds out his hand, trying not to grin cheekily but failing outright. Jaejoong glances at Changmin’s hand, then gives him a confused look.

“What do I get?” Changmin asks, eyes never leaving his hyung’s face.

Jaejoong contemplates for a moment before a grin blooms across his lips. “Close your eyes.”

Changmin reluctantly does as he’s told, and Jaejoong promptly steps forward, takes Changmin’s hand, and draws something into his palm. The younger man starts to open his eyes, just as Jaejoong curls his fingers closed. Changmin blinks as Jaejoong keeps his own hands clasped around his fist, and before he realizes it, the other man’s leaning forward and whispering into his ear.

“Keep it.”

And with that, Jaejoong withdraws and leaves, grinning his way back to the workroom. Changmin watches him go, and once he’s left alone in the hallway, he looks down and opens his hand.

There’s a lopsided, not-quite-perfect heart etched in the middle of his palm in black ink. Changmin laughs, his smile lingering as he glances to the workroom door that Jaejoong had disappeared through.

“Silly hyung.”