Ahh! OK, so I like this kid in my marching band -- ok, so I shouldn't call him a kid because a) he's older than me and b) a senior. O, he is so insanely cute!!! His name, something I have only ever typed here because none of my friends from school have an account here (or so I'm told), Andrew and he looks like Shim Changmin-shi its insane. He is just a beanpole. A very cute beanpole. I have never really talked to him except "hi", "we have practice when Saturday?", "Sorry for hitting you!" and this one time, Chapters Competition 2006, I was a freshman and he was a junior and the band takes picture at Chapters. I am a small girl, only reaching five feet, and I was told to stand on the bleacher behind Andrew and another boy from the baritones section. We were all fully dressed, so both boys has on their shakos (I can't spell it. The feathery thing on their hats). Andrew's friend chuckled, and nodded to me. Andrew looked back at me, and we was basically at my eye level when he was a stair below me. He laughed, looked forward again then back at me, after he shrunk down a bit. "Better?" And I said, "Yeah. Thanks, Andrew." I was joking too. That was the longest conversation between us. I like him a lot and I don't know what to do. How should I talk to him? What if he rejects me or has a girlfriend? T.T I'm just a sophomore! I don't know what I should do! I have the whole band season with him and he graduates this year! I won't see him again and that ain't good! I have not a single idea of what I should do. I don't know if I should tell my friends, because I'm afraid they'd laugh at me. The only person who knows about this is my sister...and we go to separate schools so that doesn't help much. I'll see him tomorrow, though...

Title: We Belong
Chapters: se7en(^.^) of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, JaeChun, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.



I pledge allegiance
To my guard flag
In the band room at Liberty HS in America
And to the pole
For which it's on
One show flag
That costs a lot
Hopefully indestructible
And that it will move smoothly and surely for me

(haha I love that)
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At twelve, I did get a call from Junsu. He wanted me to meet them in the park by the school. I was just starting to pull on my jacket when my sister walked in. She closed the door behind her and she looked nervous.

“What is it, Sangmi? I have to go?” I watched her fidget some more before she looked in my eyes.

“You like….Junsu?”

“What?”

“The other night, you said—”

“I didn’t mean it how it sounded, Sangmi.” For some reason, my tone wasn’t convincing; I knew when she popped her hip out, and gave me this look. I can’t describe it, kind of annoyed and don’t-give-me-that-because-it’s-not-going-to-fool-me kind of look. She was famous for it.

“But the other night you said, ‘He’s no girl’ and I was looking through your phone--” Sangmi pulled my phone out of her pocket. I hadn’t realized I was missing it.

“Sangmi!” I cried. “That’s private!”

“I’m sorry! But you weren’t telling me anything and I was so frustrated…!”

I snatched my phone out of her hands. “That’s no excuse, Sangmi!”

It was silent for a minute, as I stared at my phone. I was already starting feeling guilty about yelling at my little sister.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing! I just looked through your photos. There are a lot of Junsu and you.”

I sighed. I didn’t know what to say to get her off my back. I do NOT like Junsu like that. Read my lips: I. Do. Not. I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Stop sighing, Changmin. It has to be Junsu! Who else could it be?”

“Someone else. They don’t even exist for all you know. Is this all you wanted to ask me?” Again, before my sister could say anything, our mother came through the door.

“Min-hon, your friend is here.”

Shit.

I quickly went down the stairs and into the living room to see Father glaring daggers at Junsu, who was shifting nervously on our couch. I stopped at the end of the stairs and looked at this view. Sangmi caught up to me, and saw me staring. She elbowed me in the side. I knew she must have thought I was staring at Junsu.

I shook my head at my pint-sized sister and walked into the room. “hey.”

“Yah! Min-ah!” Junsu shot out of his seat with a look of gratefulness written all over his features. I felt a pang of resentment for the one who made him uncomfortable to being with.

“Junsu-shi, what are you doing here?”

“Y-you were a half hour l-late! Yun-ah g-got anxious so we came here to g-get you.”

“We? Where are the others?” I asked, noticing only one.

“They’re outside with the neighbor’s dog.” Junsu explained and grabbed my arm. He looked at me – begging? – and said, “C-come on, b-before the big thing eats ‘em!” The neighbor’s dog, a huge golden retriever. Girl, and they say she’s only two years old, still a puppy. It’s a hyper animal, but every friendly and very well trained.

“Let me grab my jacket.” Junsu let my arm go so I could put it through the sleeve of the jacket before he took it again. He must be very rattled by my father. I ignored it the best I could. “Bye Mother! Father. I’m off!”



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SO its not as long as I'd like, but I have to come up with the outing events...so it has to end here. I'm sorry. I'll try my best to post another Wednesday!!!

Title: We Belong
Chapters: six of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, JaeChun, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.




Yeah, I haven't died yet. Still going strong!! haha. Yeah, well, I forgot to mention I cannot die until after Atlantic Coast Championships. haha. My band's way too important (and besides, they would kill me if I were to die or have to be removed).

I kind of have this belief that parents always love their kids in some form (not necessarily true).


Born to toss, hope to catch



I woke up, took a shower, dressed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face before joining my family for breakfast. It was something else, as usual, a whole feast. Anything you could think of, our cook cooked.

Mother, Father and Sangmi were already up, dressed and eating.

“Good morning, hon.”

“Mornin!” That’s my sister’s usual greeting. Un-perfect and everything.

“Good morning,” I said back to all of them and my silent father who may not have noticed my presence yet. I took my seat and began picking at the choices.

I had to tell them I’d be going out for a couple hours today. I knew Mother and Sangmi (like she had a say) would be OK with it, but I wasn’t so sure about Father. So, I approached the subject carefully.

“Um, Mother, Father…. Would it be OK for me to go out with a couple of friends today?”

“Oh, Min, I knew you would make friends quickly here!” My Mother actually sounded excited about this. More than I was, anyway. It was just Junsu, Yunho, Yoochun and ….Jaejoong.

“When?” Father’s stern voice cut through the air of happiness that Mother had just put up.

“Uh, when they call me. I think around noon.”

“With who?”

“My friends. Oh, um, Junsu, YooChun, Jaejoong and Yoochun.”

“Doing what?”

“Not too sure. Yunho-hyung said movies, maybe.”

“In a theater? Or at their house?”

“Oh, hunny, lighten up, OK? Our son has made friends! That’s great! Why don’t we just let him be?” Mother had placed a lot of trust in us kids, me and my sister, over the years. She takes our word for just about everything, only not when something seems off to her “Mother Senses” as she calls them.

“How can I? Your son is going out to spend time with kids you don’t know. How do you expect me to be?”

“Our son is a honest boy and I trust his friends will be too.” Mother turned away from Father and looked at me with a smile. “Hunny, why don’t you go and get ready?” I nodded and headed up the stairs that would lead to my room.


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Its my only free weekend until mid-November. I'll try to post more ASAP!!!!!!!!!

Title: Cold Hands
Chapters: Oneshot
Characters: DBSK
Genre: Romance? tried my hand at angst
Summery:It's not your fault those hands are cold, holding on to the hurts from the past
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot





It's not your fault those hands are cold
Holding on to the hurts from the past

“It wasn’t official,” I found myself saying, “our dating. But I loved her.” I had no idea of what so say after that. I thought it said enough, so I tried my best to smile and I walked back to my seat after standing at the podium awkwardly.


Afraid to love someone
Turning your back against the true meaning of the story
“She was a sweet girl. I think we all had crushes on her at some point,” Jaejoong said, managing a small laugh. “We all tried to court her, but Changmin got to her first,” he nodded at me, and smiled.

Like ice, the heart that is hugged
Slowly melts
“There was no one like her. She always seemed to know what to say, she remembered everything we forgot, she knew how to cook, how to sew,” Yunho joked. It was true though, she cooked for us and sewed up our clothes all the time. “Jani basically held us together.”

To be loved by someone or whoever
It makes life shine like this

“She was a wonderful girl. She laughed at all my jokes and she would always stop what she was doing and go outside with me.” Junsu always had Jani wrapped around his pinkie. She’d do anything for him and with him. We all did really.

If it was me
I would make your heart once again
Warm with eternal tenderness

“Uh, I don’t know what to say,” Yoochun admitted when it was his turn at the podium. “Jani always had our backs. She did everything for us. She was always there to listen to us complain about anything we could think to complain about. She never turned us away or got fed up. I know this wasn’t our faults, but I can’t help but think he had some role. We all loved her. We really did. We owe everything to her.”

Fate's play

I can’t believe this was the reality. I never pictured going on without her. Sometimes, most of the time, I wait for Jani to walk into the apartment, laughing and rubbing the back of her head repeating, “My bad, my bad.” Her long black hair would be messily pulled up into a ponytail would be bouncing as she walked in, her smile would be wide, her shirt would be lazily hanging over one shoulder, and her pants would be a pair she stole from me or one of the other guys.

Even if it makes your heart hurt
At the end of the tear
A stream of light
Comes down from the dark

I remember meeting Jani for the first time. She worked at our studio, at SM, and she would usually come in and listen to us record then leave before we could stop her.

“Um, sorry for disturbing you,” she had said.

“No, we’ve been wanting to meet you, since we noticed you watching us,” responded Yunho, with a smile, as I remember.

“Yeah, what’s your name?” Junsu I remembered for sure he had a big grin on his face. Jani’s cheeks were pink.

“Jani. Kook Jani. Look, I’m sorry for disrupting anything. I’ll go now.” Juni was almost halfway out the door now.

“Hey, do you want to stay for lunch?”

“What?”

“We’ve ordered take-out. Do you want to stay and eat with us?” I remembered Jaejoong asking her, but maybe not considering his personality. I don’t think I did.

I remembering she did stay though and we hit it off. Not just me and her, but her and Yunho, Junsu Yoochun and Jaejoong too.

And before I knew it, she was staying with us.

We can know it
We can feel the strong painful feeling
A person's warmth

I sat on the sofa, staring at nothing, remembering Jani. It had already been a month since her funeral. She died one night she went out for a walk before going to bed. She always did. It ‘clears one’s thoughts’ she said so it would be easier to sleep.

It was a drunk driver from a local club. You could trust Yunho-hyung to find him within a day of the accident. He almost killed the man. I wanted to, too. Jani didn’t die then and there. She suffered for at least a week before she said goodbye.

Jani wouldn’t go on her own at first. She had always been a tough girl, loving on her own for most of her life. Anyway, Jani hung on tightly (we could tell whenever one of us had held her hand) and we knew she wasn’t going to get any better, maybe fall into a coma even, so one day during what I knew to be our last visit to the hospital, I pulled her into my lap and as I held her, I began crying. I knew the others who were all leaning against the wall and each other were crying too. Most of them too proud to show, but I knew then and I know now.

“…Min-ah? What’s wrong…?” her voice, once so strong and bold, was now quiet and submissive. It was hard to hear.

“Jani-ah, it’s alright…. You can go, you don’t have to be strong anymore. Your in too much pain…” I managed to get out. She looked confused.

“…but Min-ah…” I saw her look to our friends and back at me. “I can’t… I need to get better… and help you guys…again…”

“No, Jani-ah,” Why was she making it hard for me? “You did enough… we were selfish. Now we need to think about you and we all know you’re in pain. You need to think about yourself, too. Do you want to be in all this pain…? We are the ones who have to let you go. And you have to let us.” I still can’t believe I got that through my tightening throat.

“…Min-ah… if I go… will I still be able to stay with you?” Such an innocent question…

“I’m, we’re, not going anywhere.” I swallowed. “I love you, Jani…”

She smiled. That’s when I noticed Jani was crying too. “I love you, too, Chang…min…” and there, in my arms, she died.

Sadness and loneliness that everyone has
Looking for the place to recover

I remember all of us tried courting her. She never understood or let it work. We never learned her full story, until her mother and father met us at the funeral home. That was something I regretted never hearing from her lips.

“She was in a relationship before. Married, actually.” Married? Wow, never knew that. “I’m only telling you all this because I know you all cared for her, looked out for her and loved her.” I had loved her. I still did and I always will. “After six months, her husband filed for divorce. He took everything. I didn’t know until a year after it happened, mind you.” A year? Jani was living on the streets then? “I also just recently found out, at the time Jani was two months pregnant. She got so worked up about the divorce; her husband didn’t know yet, that she miscarried.”

Yes for you that place is here
Don't worry don't hesitate anymore
I will protect you

“Yah! Changmin!” I heard Jani’s voice in my ear. What her mother told us was also running through my mind. Married. Divorced. Miscarriage. All awful things for a woman to have to go through. I can only hope now that she knew we would protect her from everything that would hurt her. I would protect her from all of her fears.

Because it is a beautiful love as it is sad
This beautiful time as it is ephemeral

“Yah! Changmin!” Jani squealed as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, picked her up and spun her.

“Say it!”

“No!”

“C’mon! I won’t stop until you do!”

“You’ll get dizzy as well!”

“Fine.” I continued to spin her around, until I did collapse from dizziness. We laid side-by-side, her laughing and me trying to catch my breath. Suddenly, I noticed her hovering over me. Jani quickly pecked my lips and said what I was teasing her to say: “I love you, Changmin-shi.”

To be loved by someone or whoever
It makes life shine like this
If it was me
I would make your heart once again
Warm with eternal tenderness

“She always said how lucky she was that we all were friends. But, honey, it was us who were the lucky ones.” With that I stepped down from the podium and looked at all the faces. Grieving parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces and nephews. Friends and family alike gathered in the small church. People who were important to Jani, who loved Jani, who Jani loved, they were all there, to say their final greeting.
As I joined Jaejoong, Yunho, Yoochun and Junsu, I could feel Jani’s arms around me, and I smiled.

Sarang hae yo, Jani-ah.

Please, I need you all to read this. If you like our marching band or not, it doesn't matter. Its just unfair. It could happen to any of the sports teams and I need everyone to be aware its happening to students at your school.

I got this in an e-mail, and Mrs. A (colorguard coach for all those who don't know her) verified it. Please take the two minutes it takes to read this. Its important and not a chainletter I promise.


Dear Band Staff, Band Parents, Boosters and LHS (Liberty High School in Maryland, USA) Band Supporters:

I've just heard from Mr. Piper that the nasty neighbor in the community across the road from Liberty (on the other side of Johnsville) had the County Sheriff issue the marching band a citation for a noise ordinance violation. They say we are too loud and cannot practice near any residential areas. Since Liberty is boxed in by residential areas. This creates a big problem. The only available patch of grass is far too small for us to hold practice, and the stadium is filled with games/meets for all our many sport teams.

Chuck Eckert has not issued any official word yet, but it appears that this neighbor and his Home Owners Association have been planning this attack for quite some time (according to Mr. Piper). I think it would be in our best interest to form a parent-staff action committee and speak to the Board of Education, the papers, and anyone who will hear us.

My students are the best in the county, and they are dedicated to this program and the marching band. The staff is expecting this year to be a big success. I do not want anyone or anything to compromise their performance, and certainly not being able to have practice would devastate (in fact eliminate) this program.

Please respond if you would be willing to help out or have a suggested plan of action. I have accommodated this particular neighbor by having the band practice in the opposite direction and by ending rehearsals promptly at 9:00pm. Apparently it's just not enough.

FYI- this is the same man who says Liberty should not host band
competitions, car shows. . .and football games are a big
inconvenience, too.

Thanks for reading this.

Brandi Jason
Instrumental Music Director

Title: We Belong
Chapters: five of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, JaeChun, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.

sorry it took me so long to post! things have been tight around here. and without further ado... part 4!





School the next day was the same as it always has been with Junsu, Yunho and the others. Nothing too interesting as I didn’t have Cooking with Jaejoong-hyung or Technology with Junsu-hyung. I had Gym, though, with Yunho-hyung. He’s really good at basketball and a lot of the other sports and things we do. He’s always smiling and helping me, too. I also found out he wants to become a dancer. I didn’t know you could do that. Wait, I mean, I knew it was possible, but not that anyone does it.

The entire period, we were joking with each other about various things. He teased me about my first day here, running into Jaejoong-hyung. I found out that Yunho was younger than Jae. I didn’t know that. I just figured Yunho was oldest.

“When you become famous, you’ll still remember the little people like me right?”

“Of course not!” Yunho shouted at me, completely serious. He was holding me still by my arms. “I would never forget you! Not even in a million years!” You could probably guess I was shocked. Well, if you did, your right. In school, I’m just the quiet nerdy kid who sits in the back and gets straight A’s. No one would ever remember me.

“Hyung?”

It was quiet for a minute, he was looking directly at me. “Sorry.” Yunho dropped his hands.

“It’s alright. But Teacher is looking at us.” I pointed at our middle-aged gym teacher who was giving us an annoyed look.

Yunho twisted and turned to try and see the teacher over the other students. “I can’t see hi—“

“Shim! Jung! Two laps of the track! Now! No stopping!!” Yunho and I looked at each other, we laughed and headed down to the track.



As class continued, I found it increasingly easier to talk to Yunho. I shared a lot of things with him, and he didn’t think I was dumb. He actually agreed on some of the things I said like teachers expect too much from the students. He agreed and said all of his teachers are the same.

When class ended, we walked to the locker rooms, laughing about stupid things we said and did as a kid that we shared.

“Well, what’s your favorite TV show? Mine’s Star King,” Yunho told me as he stripped of his uniform and pulled on his jeans.

“TV show? Um… I don’t know. I’ve never really watched too much of it. My sister likes Pucca though.” (a/n neither of the shows were probably around then. I’m too lazy to do the research though)

“What do you mean you never watch it? What can you possibly be doing that takes up so much time? You’re still a kid you know.”

“I know. But between studying – and I don’t get home until 4 anyway – and doing the actual assignments for all eight classes, eating and sleeping, I have no time to do anything else, hyung,” I answered, pulling on my own pants and unfolding my shirt.

“Oh. You got to relax sometime too, though. Well, anyway you have some free time this Saturday, right?” Yunho had already finished changing, and was now just watching me.

“Tomorrow? I guess. Why?” I asked from under my shirt. Yeah, I got stuck but I was getting out of it.

“Usually on Saturday, the guys and I all get together for a couple hours and wreak havoc.”

My eyes went wide. “Wreak havoc?” I had managed to free myself from my shirt at this point.

“Not seriously Min, sorry. Disappointed?” he laughed. I guess it was kind of funny. “No, we just hang out for a few hours. See a movie, karaoke, walk around the city… those kinds of things. You want to come? You are part of the group and I think Junsu likes you a lot.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll try and make it. If you need to call me, Junsu-hyung’s got my phone number.”





(YUNHO’S POV) <---- Yay! Someone else’s POV for a while!!!!

I can’t believe half the stuff I did today. In that one period with Changmin, Gym period, I did and said a lot of things I never did to anyone else before in my life. Like when he asked me an innocent question – joking at that – I freaked out on him and got him – and me – into trouble. Then I shared secrets with him, I had confided in no one else not even my own family, not even Jaejoong, Yoochun and the others. Then, as we were changing, I found myself going as fast as I could, without looking like an idiot, just to be done first and to watch him. Hear that? I wanted to watch him dress.

AND!!! And when I said that… that I thought Junsu liked him a lot… why did I have the sudden urge to kill Su and hide his body somewhere where no one will find it? And the look Changmin had when I said “wreak havoc” was so cute. Cute? What the hell?! I’m going to nuts because of this kid! And what did he mean that Junsu had his number? Did anyone else have his number? Was I the only one who didn’t? Arg!! Why do I want to kill Junsu?!



And somewhere, in whatever class he was in, Junsu shivered, suddenly cold.

“You OK , Su?” Yoochun asked, noticing the sudden involuntary movement in the rather warm room.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just suddenly…..cold.”

Title: When You Say Nothing At All
author: mahalkida
genre: one-shot? Fluff, too. Songfic
Pairing: anyonexmin? I never specify who's point of veiw it is, but it might have to be someone in the band, not outside. But I'm sure, any of it will do.
Summery: It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Disclaimer: I don't own the DongBangBoys, or the song (I can't remember the artist right now. too late.)

Sorry I haven't posted in so long!!!! I've been busy with everything, sorry. this was something I had started long ago and just recently finished. Its kind of a Appology thing for all my readers. I will post We Belong ASAP. I promise!!


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It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark


Simple glances, slight touches, subtle smiles… they were enough for me. I am not in a position to be picky, that’s what I tell myself, and it’s true. Choosing to be a celebrity robbed me of that privacy, but, my mind argued with me, if I didn’t I would have never meet him, I wouldn’t have these friends and I certainly wouldn’t be having all the fun I do have when I perform.


Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don’t say a thing


The nights and late evenings we had to ourselves as a band which meant Changmin and I had time to ourselves too. During such times we spoil ourselves with longer stares, longer touches and more intimacy than before. We have our ways, even in the public eye, so it seems nothing more than me being over protective with our youngest member. Anyway, it’s the same as Junsu hanging over Yoochun in public. During our movie nights, I hold him as he snuggles up to me, when we learn new or particularly hard dance moves I hold his waist and lead him through the motions. Nothing too noticeable.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me


There is always that silent fear that he-or she but in my case he- might fall out of love with me and in love with someone new. Yeah, I get jealous. So what? Doesn’t every boyfriend?
There are times where I have to share Min. He has to do his own photo shoots with other people. Usually with members of our band. I can handle that, sure. Easy. But it’s when they have him pose with other people, that gets me.

The first time, after we got together, Changmin had to pose with someone else. I honestly hadn’t cared who the guy was, but the looks he gave my Min, the way he held my Min and how Min smiled at him…. “Hyung,” he said to me, “You are so silly. I told you I loved you hadn’t I? Well, it’s true, I love only you.” “How can I be sure?” I asked. “Are you jealous, hyung?” He laughed for a minute, then pointed to his eyes. “They show only love for you.”


The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all


At that moment, I saw it. He was right, his eyes only loved me, his smiles, his looks, his hands… We never talked about it again. Sure, I got jealous after that, but then he’d smile at me and laugh and I knew everything was alright.

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd


Being a celebrity, you’ve got people fallowing your every move, talking about you, complaining to or about you. And some days, it just annoys me to the point where I want to rip out my hair-to calm myself down and to annoy the hairdressers who’d have a heart attack if I did. And just as I am about to do so, his arms encircle me in a hug and he just holds me and whispers nothings into my ear. Then I can relax.

Of course he laughs about it with the guys, saying how cute I looked when I was frustrated, which we tease everyone about such things or whatever his mind concocts.


Old Mr. Webster could never define
What’s being said between your heart and mine


Sure, we all know about the ‘couples’ online. Jaeho, Yoosu, Jaemin, Minsu, Yoomin, Homin, right? They’re probably more. There are stories about me and him out there, and I try not to read them. The fans love writing those couples. But if I were to come out to say I was gay and I loved Changmin more than words can possibly say, it would probably cause us to lose all our fans. We all worked so hard to get where we are, that there is no way I could possibly jeopardize it. But, when he laughs and holds me, smiles at me, touches me… I couldn’t care less.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me


In the studio, TV and radio stations, fan-meetings and concerts, I have to keep my distance from Changmin, without coming off as cold or well distant. If I stay too close, I might slip. I might stare too long, touch too long ---

“Hyung, what’s wrong?” Changmin pulled me aside, away from everybody.

“What?”

“What’s wrong Hyung? You seem just so…nervous. Is something wrong?”

“No! No, I’m fine, Min-ah.”

“You don’t look it. Did I do something wrong? Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes, I’m feeling fine. Maybe a little tired?”

“Tired? You didn’t sleep well?”

“No!” How could I say that? Min snuck into my bed last night! He snuggled up to my back all
night, and, I slept well. Real well.

“Hyung! Please, tell me. We’ve never kept secrets before!” Aw, man! Way to go! I made him sad!

“Changmin…” I took a deep breath. “Changmin, it’s just…. I…” I sighed. I had no idea why this was so hard. “I justdon’twanttoslipupandruineverything!!”
Changmin looked at me for a minute and I could tell he was trying to decipher my slurred confession. And when he couldn’t he asked. “What, hyung?”
I took another deep breath. “I just don’t want to slip up and ruin everything.”


The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all


Changmin just smiled, wrapped his arms around me and quickly, while still by ourselves, kissed me lightly.

“You feel better?” He was teasing, ever so slightly.

I laughed. “Yeah. A lot.” I kissed him this time, just a little harder.


The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There’s a truth in your eyes sayin’ you’ll never leave me


“I love you,” he said to me one night as we laid side-by-side in my bed. It was so rare to find ourselves all alone in our apartment.

My arms tightened around his bare waist, drawing him even closer than he was the five seconds before. I kissed his cheek, his nose, his other cheek and his forehead. “I love you too, Min-ah.” I noted his eyes were sagging. I knew he was tired. I was too. So I kissed each of his eyes, getting a soft smile as reward. And, before he fell asleep, we shared one more kiss.


The touch of your hand says you’ll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all<.I>

Title: We Belong
Chapters: four of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, JaeChun, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.

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When I got home, I went straight up to my room and completed my homework and not thinking about what had happened in school today. That is – until my sister came up to my room and asked me.

“Why do you ask?” I turned in my chair and looked at the girl sitting on my bed.

“Because! I told you about my day, so its only fair if you do the same.”

I let out a frustrated sigh. It wasn’t something I wanted to talk about. “I went to class, talked with my friends, did work and I came home. Whats there to tell?”

“A lot, I can tell by the way you are avoiding this, Min.” Sangmi grinned at me. “There’s a girl, isn’t there Min? How cute is she? What’s her name? What grade is she in?” Sangmi would have fallen off my bed if she wasn’t holding on so tight.

“uh, what?” And I almost fell off my chair. “A-a girl?”

“Yeah! Come on, don’t hold anything out on me! I want to know everything!”

My face turned so red. “No…! There’s no girl!”

Sangmi folded her arms and gave me this look, like I-don’t-believe-you. “Yeah, right. Now tell me the truth.”

I turned away. I don’t know why this talk is hard now. She always bugged me about girls at my other school. And it was always so easy to brush off then. “I’m telling you, he’s no girl.” When I noticed what I said, it was too late. I wanted to glance at my sister to see her face, but I was kinda feeling a bit stiff.

“What?”

Before I could defend myself, Mother came in and ushered Sangmi out so I could ‘finish my studies’ before dinner.

As I sat at my desk, glancing down occasionally at my paper, my face turned red with sudden realization. My only thought: Oh, shit.



At dinner, Sangmi didn’t bring up what I said and I began to think she did hear me. If that is the case, I am sincerely lucky.

“How was school, hun?” asked my Mother. When she began saying ‘hun’ and ‘honey’ were beyond me. Her red lips curled I a wide smile and her eyes shone, as usual.

“Alright.” I glanced at Sangmi to see if she had any reaction to what Mother said, but she didn’t. Her eyes were downcast, looking at the food before her, and her expression was blank.

“How is your friend there, the one who called you? Um, I think his name was Jinu?”

“It’s Junsu, and he’s doing fine.”

“How’s your school work?” Father’s sudden voice thundered over my Mother’s and mine.

I paused for a moment; not raising my eyes to meet his gaze which I just knew was on me. “As good as it was before.”

“That’s good, but not good enough. Why aren’t you like your sister? Over perfect scores in every class every year. Now, why can’t you do that?”

There was absolutely nothing I could say to defend myself. He wouldn’t hear it, even if I shouted into a microphone with the speakers by his ear. So I just sat in my seat, I didn’t move-not even to eat-I didn’t even bat an eye for fear of receiving more of his disapproval.

“Oh, leave him alone, Dakmin. He’s doing his best.” Mother was always able to stand up to him, without making Father mad or feel hurt. She turned to me and with a smile, she asked, “Right, hon?”

I nodded, not wanting to incur Father’s displeasure, or disappoint Mother.

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So.... uh... how was it? Some things have come out, huh? I hope I'm not moving too fast with this story, but I'm afraid if I don't move along now, I won't ever. So leave me a comment please!!

Title: We Belong
Chapters: Three of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, JaeChun, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.

OK, I'm back from the wedding, which was wonderful and fun by the way. This one is short too and for that I apologize again. I ran out of ideas. I also tryed some humor in this one and I don't know. Maybe its dumb.... Well, this is what I got and I hope you like it!

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“Hey Changmin?” started Junsu, twirling his pencil in his fingers. “Why don’t we know anything about your family? Or other friends?”

“It’s kind of the same way I don’t know about yours.” Tech Ed was a dull class. I’m not too good with computers and I could tell my friends Junsu and Yoochun weren’t either.

“Well, OK! I’ll tell you about my family then!!” Junsu was way too excited and called too much attention to us in that statement when we were supposed to be doing our project.

“Quiet Mr. Kim!”

“Sorry!” He leaned closer to me. “I have a twin!”

“A twin? Really?” That sparked my interest some. Not many people I know have twins.

“Yeah! His name is Junho. I haven’t seen him around school, but when I do find him, I’ll introduce you. Do you have any siblings?”

“Yes, a sister. Sangmi.”

“How old?” Junsu asked me, receiving a hit on the arm by Yoochun.

“12 years old. In a couple days, anyway.”

“Oh, her birthday is soon? Can we come?”

“’We’?” Junsu looked so eager. I didn’t want to say ‘no’ and I certainly didn’t want to say ‘yes’ and then have Sangmi tell him ‘no’. I looked away before I gave in. “Ask my sister.”



Of all the classes I have, I look forward to Cooking the most. The teacher is annoying; doesn’t like Jaejoong too much and has this annoying high-pitched voice and wears these stupid bright neon shirts and skirts. He is so weird.

Today we had to make pancakes, the American breakfast. Easy right? Not really. We got so frustrated that we started throwing fistfuls of flour at each other like snow. By the end of class we were completely covered in it; our hair, our faces, our clothes.

“Oh, man Changmin-shi! You are covered in the flour!” Thank you for the obvious, Jaejoong. But his smile was so big that I had to forgive him. Then, to my rather pleasant surprise, Jaejoong reached out and dusted off my hair, then my face and my shirt. “There. That’s a little better.” And then, he went right along and dusted himself. Good thing he’s looking away, I thought, feeling heat rising to my cheeks.



“Why are you guys late?” Yunho asked us as Jaejoong and I entered Study Hall 15 minutes late.

“We had to clean up the classroom,” Jaejoong stated simply as he took a seat next to Yunho and smiled up at me.

“Why?” asked Junsu. I felt his eyes fallowing me as I slipped past him a Yoochun to the empty seat next to Junsu.

“We were throwing flour at each other and messed up the room,” Jaejoong answered again, turning around in his seat to face me, Junsu and Yoochun. He looked at all of us, I noted, but a moment longer at Yoochun.

“Oh. I guess that explains why this patch of Changmin’s hair is white.” Suddenly I felt fingers running through my hair. And when they pulled away I looked at Junsu to see him grinning ear to ear.

“Got it.”

Title: We Belong
Chapters: Two of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.

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Sorry its so short. I have to do some chores before I have to go to the wedding. If I hurry I might to be able to post another chapter before I have to go.




We all had Study Hall together. Junsu, Jaejoong, Yoochun and Yunho and I. Right after Jaejoong’s and my cooking class. I didn’t want to take it, Cooking I mean, but my father wanted me to.

I tried hard to do my homework, I did! Honest I did. But talking with them was so fun. Junsu was too energetic and I think he was trying to keep me from doing my homework. Him and Yunho.

I don’t know how to describe these boys if anyone, my parents or sister, asked me. I’ll try. Yunho teases, but it means he likes you. Junsu is loud and likes hearing himself talk; I like that because it means I don’t have to. Yoochun sticks out of the group to me. Like he doesn’t talk to me a lot or the others unless he’s addressed. And Jaejoong… um, not too sure about him. Some moments he’s loud and yelling at Yunho or laughing with Junsu and then he’s quiet and to himself.

And that is what I said when my sister asked me that night. But I added, since it was my sister and not my mom, “They’re too old for you.” She hit me. She was goofing off with me when Mom came in.

“How was you’re first day?” she asked.

“Fine,” I responded, blocking my sisters attempts to hit me.

“Make any new friends?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, really? See, I told you you would!”

“Yes Mom.”

“What are their names?”

“Junsu, Yoochun, Yunho, and Jaejoong. Ah!” my sister finally hit me, over the head. And she gave a triumphant “ha” and trotted away.

“how were your classes?”

“OK.”

“Any with your new friends?”

“Yeah. Cooking with Jaejoong and Tech Ed with Junsu and Yoochun. I have Study Hall with all of them.”

“So I have a feeling you’re going to be doing a lot more talking than studying, huh Changmin?”

“I won’t let my grades fall, if that’s what you’re worried about Mom.”

“I should hope not,” came my Father’s voice. He had just entered the room and thus, the conversation.

“It won’t. I will go study--” Suddenly the house phone rang. Father answered it.

“Hello?.....yes he’s here.” He handed me the phone.

“hello? Junsu? How’d you get my number? Oh. OK. What’s up?” The whole time I was talking to Junsu, my father was sending hard looks at me. Not necessarily glares, but not happy smiles either.

Title: We Belong
Chapters: One of many
Pairing(s): Mainly JaeMin. But there is just about everything. HoMin, SuMin, YooSu, JaeHo, uh, I think thats all.
Genre: Maybe... Romance? Little bit of angst if I can do it, and romance. Drama too.
Summery: Being the new student at a new high school is hard enough, add ‘dealing with feelings you don’t understand’ to the list then you get 15-year-old Changmin’s dilemma.
Disclaimer: This is all for fun. The people depicted have no idea I'm doing this. Maybe it's for the best, as I don't want to be hit. I'll cry. There is no money in this. Just. For. Fun.


OK, I hope I'm doing this right! Uh *pases nervously* I just thought it up last night and I quickly wrote it down and this is what came of it. Please enjoy!

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Alright. Here you go Min! You’re here! Get ready! You can do it! My mind told me as I slowly entered the new territory.

Maybe it’s because of the size of the school (my previous one had to be half this size) or maybe because of how many other students there seemed to be (not even my old neighborhood had this many people) or the fact I had no idea where my first class was, nonetheless my locker. Upon moving to the city, I had no chance to come in and talk to my Principle face to face. I had talked to the man plenty of times on my dad’s cell phone, but talking to over the phone and in person were different things.

Suddenly, my body hit someone else’s and my butt hit the floor. A wave of laughter erupted.

"Wahaha! You’re so clumsy sometimes, Jae!"

"Hey… kid, are you OK?" Hands pulled me off of the ground. I was looking straight at a boy, a couple centimeters taller than me, messy brown hair and black eyes.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Thank you for helping me, um,"

"Junsu!" He answered quickly. "uh, Kim… Junsu." The boy bit his lip.

"Smooth," two boys said, beneath their breath. They stood behind Junsu. He tried hard to elbow them but missed.

"Oh, Junsu. I’m Shim Changmin. Um, I’m new and I was wondering-" I started to ask if Junsu could help me find my locker and maybe my first class when I was interrupted by one of the boys behind Junsu.

"Way to go, Jaejoong! Running down the new kid!" he teased the boy who knocked me down.

"I did not ‘run him down’ Yunho! I ran into him by accident! There is a difference you know!" the boy shouted back. At first glance I thought he was a girl. A very feminine boy. "And you interrupted him! He was going to ask something! Your manners suck, Yunho! And God-damn it! Stop poking me!!"

"Ignore them. They do this all the time. What were you going to ask?" Junsu brought me back from my own world, which is what becomes of my mind after a while.

"Um, yes. My locker. Um, number 66. Do you know where it is?"

It took him a couple moments to answer. "Oh! Yes, that’s by mine."

"Ours," came a new voice. He was standing next to Junsu the whole time but I failed to notice him. Uh, my mind went blank, what to say? What to say?!

"Hello, I’m Yoochun." Thank god!

"Hello."

"Where’s your first class?" The boy—er Yoochun- took my schedule and looked it over. "Jae, don’t you have Cooking third period?"

"Huh? Oh, yes. You too, Changmin-shi?" Jaejoong suddenly appeared next to me and stole my schedule from Yoochun. "Cool. We can go together. We can meet in between classes. Your Gym class is close to my Mathematics class."

"Oh, OK."

"You don’t want to?" Jaejoong looked at me, looking sad.

"No! That’s not it! I’m just…"

"You’re shy." Next to me, with his arm around my shoulder, appeared one of the boys I forgotten the name of. He looked very smug to me. Very confident.

"Leave him alone, Yunho. You’re a bully, you know that?" Junsu took me by the arm and dragged me down the hall, away from his friends.

"Hey! Wait up, Su!" Yoochun called and ran after us. Him, I mean. He ran after Junsu, not me.


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Alrighty! That's it! My first DBSKxDBSK story! Ever. Honest it is and it probably shows huh? Its going to be a series, obviously by how far it doesn't go. I'm an amateur here, so be nice. Advise is always welcome!

Hello! I joined, and I thought I'd better introduce myself!

Name: Kayla
age: 16



I'm OK at writing stories, but most of them are DBSK member/OC kind of thing. I have never written DBSK member/DBSK member stories.  If you don't mind DBSK member/OC, I can do that and I can try DBSK member/DBSK member if you all give me guidelines!