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I pity this blog. No updates and no viewers…
I’m a horrible writer.
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I’m planning to turn this into a series of One-Shots involving how five College dorm mates live their chaotic everday life. =)
Title: College Mayhem: The Blackmail Winglin URL: www.winglin.net/fanfic/ikang6 Genre: comedy, friendship, non-yaoi intended Length: one-shot series Characters: Jaejoong, Yunho Status: CompletedSummary:
Jaejoong begs/pleads/bribes Yunho to help him with something in order to shake off his creepy stalker who has been hot on his trail since high school and made his love life miserable. He isn’t about to let that happen now that he’s in college. Nope. Nada. No way in earth. Now, he’s determined to get a girlfriend this time (preferrably his long-time crush who his stalker scared off).
…and when Yunho refuses to agree, Jaejoong turns to what he does best.
Blackmailing.
Oh, joy…
I love you, but you never gave me a chance... If I can't have you, no one will!
Title: False Sense of Security Part 2 : Sick Extended Version: www.winglin.net/fanfic/ikang4
Genre: thriller, suspense, horror
Length: Two-Shot
Characters: Jaejoong, Eliza
Status: Completed
Note: Warning, the contents of the chapter below is a bit disturbing, at least for me. You may not like what you will read. I advice those who do not like unpleasant endings not to read this chapter, and just stop at part 1.
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Because she was his, at long last. No longer would he have to forage her belongings to satiate his hungry heart. No longer would he have to keep himself hidden when he follows her. No longer would he have to watch her sleep cozily while he endures the bitter cold outside. Because he knows she would not be going anywhere now, not with her legs cut off like that. No longer would he have to watch her from afar, wondering what it would be like to see her up close; wondering what it would be like to hold her close to his heart, because there she is safe and secured in his arms where she belongs.
The wind blew softly and her hair swayed along with it, covering both their faces. Jaejoong smiled and brushed her hair away from their faces and tucked it to her ear. He finally noticed the coldness of her skin, the pale whiteness that replaced the once rosy cheeks and cherry lips he had always dreamed of touching.
“Are you cold, my love?” he asked.
Nothing responded to his question but the howling of the wind that was magnified ten times through the empty windows of the building they were on, giving him a false impression of an answer which no one but him could hear.
“Really?” he smiled at the non-existent response as he tightened his embrace and asked, “Is this warm enough, then?”
Again, only the wind responded to his question.
“I love you, too…” he whispered to her ear, voice thick with emotion, obsession. “I have always loved you… You drive me crazy, do you know that, Eliza? Ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were destined to be mine. I’ve tried everything I could to get close to you, but you wouldn’t let me. You kept shooing me away. Did you know how hurt I was when you do that? But don’t worry, I forgive you. You didn’t know you were going to be mine back then, right? That’s why I waited. I just stood from afar, watching you, containing myself, because I know you wouldn’t like it if I stayed close to you. I didn’t want to make you angry. So I just waited. I followed you everywhere for a long long time, waiting for you to realize that you’re the one for me, and I’m the one for you…
But year after year passed… and you still didn’t know… I was growing tired of waiting… But I pressed myself to wait. But then that bastard Yunho appeared… He tried to take you away from me! Him becoming your boyfriend made me so angry. That night when the two of you checked in that hotel alone… did you know how livid I was? Of course you didn’t know… That’s when I decided I was going to make you see. I was going to show you how much I love you, and make you see that no one could love you more than I do, even if I had to force you!
So that night, I waited for you at your home. I was going to tell you everything I have kept for so long, and make you love me back. I waited for hours in front of your lawn. I even bought a ring. See?”
He reached inside his pocket and fished out a ring, the band made out of gold adorned with little diamonds encircling a bigger diamond. He took Eliza’s right hand and slid it onto her ring finger. “I spent my entire life savings on that… It’s yours to keep.” He stared at it lovingly for a while, before resuming to hugging the petite figure to his chest and continuing his story.
“I was very excited that night. But my excitement turned to rage when you came home with that Yunho. I watched quietly while the two of you made out inside his car for more than twenty minutes… I was seething with fury! I knew couldn’t take it anymore. I knew I had to do something. I knew I had to kill him to prevent him from stealing you away from me! So that night, I disabled his car’s breaks when you invited him inside your house to continue what you were doing. After an hour, he finally zoomed off with his car. I knocked on your door. But you didn’t let me inside. So I had to break it. I had to make you see that we were fated to be together! I took you to my apartment to make you see how much I love you! But those filthy cops… That bastard Yunho’s car crashed alright, but he just didn’t die! He even told the police I kidnapped you! He just had to–”
His story abruptly stopped, his ears picking up non-existent sobbing coming from the lifeless body he was holding. Thinking he was the cause, he whispered soothingly, “I’m sorry, my dear Eliza… I didn’t mean to yell at you… I’m not angry at you, love. I can never be angry at you no matter how much you’ve hurt me in the past. The most important thing is that you’re here with me. Here with me now…”
Unbeknownst to him, a tear escaped from his eyes as he nuzzled his face closer to her shoulder, the tear transferred to the lifeless one’s face.
He frowned as he saw that drop of liquid on his beloved’s face. He reached it with his bloodied hands and wiped it. Curiously, he out it in his mouth and tasted it.
“Such bitter tears…” he held her tighter, the coppery taste clinging on his mouth. “There, there, my Eliza… Don’t cry now. From now on, we’ll be together forever. No one can take you away from me ever again. No one… Because you’re mine and mine alone!”
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Bright lights emitted by the searing sun momentarily blinded him as he opened his eyes from his deep slumber. His head ached badly, his muscles tired and sore. He slowly sat up straight, wondering what had happened. The last thing he remembered was that he was at Dr. Shim’s office from his prison cell for their weekly sessions to cure his… illness… He also distinctly remembered that Dr. Shim was telling him something about Eliza before his vision blurred and he fell into the darkness of oblivion.
Eliza…
Her name alone sent needles of pain to his heart. How much he wanted so badly to see her again, one last time, even just a peek, but according to Dr. Shim, he had to stay away from her. If he comes too close, he might endanger her life and a few more others’. And it’s better to know that she’s safe and happy with Yunho and suffer the torment of not seeing her, than to bring any form of harm to her. Curse this illness of his.
Shaking his head and concentrating to the current situation he was in, he looked up and was alarmed to see that there wasn’t any roof hanging above him. He looked around… He wasn’t in Dr. Shim’s office, nor was he on his cell… In fact he wasn’t any place he was familiar with. He figured he was on a rooftop of a building. He looked down and became more alarmed with what he saw…
Dried blood heavily stained his shirt, pants and arms. “Oh no… Please no…” he murmured more to the sky than himself.
He snapped his head around and around, his worst fear slowly becoming reality. A bloody trail starting from where he was standing guided his eyes to wander to a bloody axe laid on one corner… along with a large mass of an unrecognizable thing that looked a lot like… like…
His insides churned and his world began to spin as his face turned ghostly white. There she was, on the corner of the rooftop, her entire body bathing in dried blood and her legs… her legs… amputated…
“Oh my god…” he breathed out. He rushed to her, ignoring his spinning vision and throbbing head, hoping against all hope that she was still alive, still breathing. But no such luck. A medicine student like him knows with one look whether a person is alive or dead. And the woman with amputated legs bathing in her own blood was certainly not alive.
He picked her rigid body and stared at her slightly blue face. “Oh my god…” his voice barely coming out from his mouth as he gently touched her face. “Eliza… Eliza! What have I done to you?! ELIZA!!!”
An ear-splitting scream ripped out from his chest, as he hugged the body tightly down and broke down in pain and grief.
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Note: Most disturbing material I have ever written since birth. I got shivers down my spine while writing this. Brrr… The original copy can be found >here< Nicer atmostphere and background x)
False Sense of Security
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Footsteps mimicked her own as she ran as fast as she could down the dark alley illuminated solely by the moonlight and the stars which were completely oblivious to the growing desperation in her heart. He was there, she could tell, tailing right behind her, following her every move. She knew he was close… probably closer that what she thinks, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The thought that she was all alone and that nobody would hear her scream scared her more than she already was. And even though her lungs were burning, her heart beating wildly against her chest she could even hear it in her ears, and exhaustion creeping slowly to her worn-out body, she willed her feet to move faster and faster.
She turned to a corner, and to another corner, and to another, almost afraid to look back, and hoping to lose him from her tail. But he was still behind her ever so steady, hidden from her eyes yet his presence as evident as ever. Growing more and more desperate, she let out a scream.
“Get away from me! Please, just leave me alone!”
The footsteps seemed to stop as she turned to another corner. Only the pitter patter of her bare feet echoed through the walls of the seemingly endless maze of alleys she was in.
Her sprinting slowed down to running and running turned to jogging. She now couldn’t hear anything else but the sound of her heavy breathing, wild pulse, and contact of her bare heels against the hard pavement. She wanted to think she was safe, away from that maniac, away from danger, but she couldn’t. She stayed wary of her surroundings, her senses highly alert and sensitive, determined to dash again if she hears something.
Only the eerie silence of the night accompanied her as she jogged as silently as she could… constantly looking back and forth, left and right, straining her ears and making less noise as possible. She was like a deer in the wilderness.
A deer being stalked on by a hungry wolf.
Then, she halted to a dead end. A wall stood in front of her, blocking her escape. She stopped dead cold under the post light perched on top of the wall, not knowing what to do.
She was about to turn back where she came from, but a sing sung voice coming out from nowhere rooted her to the spot.
“Eliza…”
The voice she used to rudely scoff to and ignore now only sent violent tremors down her spine. She could hear her heart beat louder and faster she thinks he could have heard it.
He was near. Very near. She could practically hear him breathing.
She snapped her head up, eyes wide open, looking for the source of the voice she feared the most. But with only a scrawny post light illuminating the darkness, she found no one.
She spotted a garbage dumpster at the far right corner of the dead-end wall. Without any second thoughts, she opened the lid and jumped in. It took her utmost control of her arms to close the lid shut without making noise. After making sure it was shut, she began burying herself in the garbage bags. She ignored the horrid smell of rotting things beside her, and the rats nibbling at her bloodied and bruised toes.
“Eliza… love, where are you? Oh, I get it… You want to play hide and seek? When I find you, love, I’ll never let you run away again… ever…”
The quiet soft voice muffled by the garbage bags did not calm her, but instead magnified the bone-chilling fear she has ten times more intense.
She started to cry. She knew he was going to find her. She knew it was all hopeless. She desperately covered her mouth with her dirty hands to keep herself quiet, afraid to make any sound that would just make her impending doom come to her faster.
“I wonder if you’re in that dumpster over there…”
The world seemed to have stopped spinning. Everything- even time- seemed to stop. She realized… he knew. He had it planned. It was what he wanted to happen. He had her trapped. All this time he had her follow all his plans…
Like a puppet.
Tak. Tak. Tak.
The footsteps coming towards the dumpster she was in made her heart jump. There was no escape. This was the end. It is all over.
‘No! No, no, no! NO! Not again! Not again… please!’ she screamed in her mind.
The lid of the dumpster slowly lifted. The wider the opening got, the wilder her heart jumped and her insides churned. Only one thought now resided her fear-immersed mind. She was going to die. She knew it.
‘Yunho, somebody, save me!’ she silently screamed.
The lid creaked as he opened it, and Eliza snapped her eyes shut and waited for the strike. But before the lid could open and reveal her completely, sirens and screeching tires of cars were heard.
Doors opening and closing, boots jumping out from cars and guns clicking, ready to shoot… Eliza held her breath. An authoritative voice yelled from the background, “Put the axe down and your hands up! We’ve got you surrounded!”
Eliza’s eyes snapped open. She recognized that voice, no matter how muffled or how different the tone. Hearing her fiancé’s familiar booming voice could only make her heart leap with joy.
She was safe. At last, she was safe!
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Part 2 coming up soon…
Credits for the poster goes to yiingworld from Midnight Tree.
Posted in False Sense of Security [Completed], Series | Tags: dbsk, fanfiction
Title: Friends Meet Again Winglin Link: www.winglin.net/fanfic/ikang3
Genre: Friendship, brotherhood
Length: 947 words
Characters: Yunho and Jaejoong
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Vocabulary:
*kingka – most popular guys in school
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Friends eventually drift away.
Once they cut the bond that holds them together, their friendship is never the same again.
A five-year-old boy sat in his chair, secluded from the other kindergarteners who were busy playing with the toys that the teacher laid out for them. He just sat there, observing the other kids play and laugh around, wishing to join them but not daring to because of his very shy nature.
“VROOOM!!!” a toy truck suddenly popped up from his desk, accompanied by a toothless grin of a raven-haired boy who was playing with it. “Hi! Wanna play with me?”
The boy, surprised, just shook his head vehemently, not uttering a single word.
“Pleaaaaasssseeeee…” he begged.
“Why don’t you play with them?” the quiet boy said, pointing to the other kids.
The raven-haired boy pouted. “I can’t. They don’t wanna play with me. Dunno why.”
A ten-year-old kid ran as fast as he could. He was running late again. His best friend is surely never going to let him hear the end of it.
“There you are!” the raven-haired kid tapped his foot impatiently. “I’ve been waiting for you here forever! Where have you been!?”
“Sorry…” he muttered. “Had to do chores for mom…”
“Aish,” the raven-haired kid grumbled. “Do you always have to be good boy? Never mind. Let’s just go! We’re late!”
“Why do you have to do this, anyway? It’s dangerous. We might get in trouble…” he said as they started walking towards where the dare was going to take place.
“If I do this, then ‘they’ will think I’m really brave. Then they would like me.”
“Yunho! Yunho! Look at this!!!” a raven-haired boy came running to the fourteen-year-old teenager seated at a lunch table, reading an unusually thick book while eating his lunch.
“What?” he asked, tearing his eyes from the book he was reading.
“Ew, close your mouth!” the raven-haired boy made a face. He waited until the other boy finished swallowing his food, before continuing his tirade. “Look at this! Read it!”
“Join our Math Club today…” he read without enthusiasm. “So, what’s so important with it? Last time I checked, you hated Math.”
“Yeah, but look at one of the members… See? Shim Changmin? One of the school kingkas*? If I could get into his good books, he could promote me into being a kingka, too!”
“Don’t you ever get tired of your quest for popularity?” the fourteen-year-old sighed.
“I’m more tired being a loser. I’m tired of this, not having friends. I don’t want to be a loser forever. Everybody likes the popular kids. I just want them to like me.”
A seventeen-year-old guy walked towards the library, his arms full of books. He wasn’t looking where he was going, and unfortunately bumped to someone, sending his books flying all around. He immediately dove down to pick them up.
“Yah, would you watch where you’re going!”
He looked up and saw the four kingkas of the school in front of him. “Sorry…” he muttered quietly and hung his head low.
“Let’s go, we’re running late,” a blonde-haired guy stepped across the other three who were glaring at boy. He started to walk away without as much taking a glance at the boy on the ground.
The other three followed his suit and started to walk away. “Why are you in such a rush, anyway? It’s just a party.” one of the three asked.
“It’s the biggest party of the year and we have to attend. I want them to keep on liking me.”
A twenty-three-year-old university student headed towards his car in the university parking lot, carrying stacks and stack of Economics books in his arms. On the corner of his eyes he saw an emaciated figure hunched over a bench, his face buried in his palms. His feet automatically dragged him in front of the figure.
The figure felt his presence and looked up. The university student realized it was him…
“We meet again,” he smiled.
“What do you want?” the man snapped for some unknown reason, glaring at the student angrily and suspiciously.
The university student quietly sat down on the bench beside the man. “Nothing. I never did want anything.”
The formerly raven-haired boy once again buried his face in his palms and bitterly laughed. “Never did want anything. That’s why your life isn’t as screwed as mine.”
The university student didn’t answer. He just kept quiet.
“Screw them all. All they did was make my life miserable. I spent my whole life trying to get them to like me, and this is what they do? Get me addicted to drugs and bury me in debts?” He started to cry. “Screw them all.”
An eighty-two-year-old gentleman stared at the peaceful sleeping expression of his best friend, the man who had been his friend for more than sixty years. No, the man who had been his friend all throughout his life. Even the time that he drifted away, this man had always remained his friend. He was a man who never required him to prove his worth, a man who accepted him just as he is. A man who had accepted him even after all his mistakes.
The coffin was slowly lowered towards the hollowed out ground, and earth started to cover it.
The eighty-two-year-old, now white-haired gentleman smiled and looked towards the blue sky. “We’ll meet again someday, my friend. Rest in peace.”
When friends meet again someday…
Even if they never could bring back the broken bond forever…
They can still make a better bond, greater and stronger…
And they’d stay best of friends…
Till the end of the end…
No questions asked.
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Title: Best of the Best (Revised Version) Original Link: www.winglin.net/fanfic/ikang2
Genre: General
Length: 1,022 words
Characters: Changmin and Yunhei(fic)
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“Eh? You’re here again, Yunhei? You’re really bothersome.”
“Bleh! That’s why you like me! By the way, oppa*, when’s your next Korean album coming out?”
“Mm, don’t know. Next year, I guess… Why don’t you ask your dad?”
“He doesn’t know, either. But I’m already excited! You haven’t been in Korea for a long time! Is your album gonna be good?”
“Maybe. We haven’t started yet. Who knows?”
“Let me know if you start, okay?”
“Why should I?”
“Because! I want to be there to cheer for you!”
“Eh? No, don’t! You’ll jinx us, then the album would turn bad!”
“That’s not true! If I cheer for you, the album would be the best album there is and then you’ll win all three Daesangs* and you’re gonna be thanking me!”
“Duh, as if that will ever happen…”
“It’s true because I am oppa’s good luck charm!!!”
“More like ‘bad luck charm!’”
“Eh, oppa’s so mean! I’m your good luck charm because I said so and there’s nothing you can do about it!”
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“And the ‘Best Group of the Year Award’ goes to… BIG BANG!”
‘I’m sorry, Yunhei… I’m sorry…’
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“Yunhei-ah, are you okay? You look pale.”
“Never better! The heat’s just getting to me… Don’t worry!”
“If you’re tired, you can rest, you know. It’s not like you work here anyway.”
“Nah-uh, I want to be here cheering for oppa to work hard! If I don’t then oppa would laze around then the album would turn bad and you won’t win the Daesangs!”
“Yah, there you go again with the Daesangs! The album isn’t even half finished yet! What’s so great about the Daesangs, anyway? We already won them last year anyway. This year, if we win, we win. If we lose, we lose. Period.”
“It’s not just a matter of win or lose! I want the whole world to know that you guys are the best of the best! And in order to prove that I have to make sure you work hard and not just laze around like what you always do!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you sa- Yunhei? Yunhei-ah!? Hyung*, help!”
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“And the ‘Best Artist of the Year Award’ goes to… BIG BANG!”
‘I’m sorry, Yunhei… I worked hard, I really did. We all did… but it doesn’t seem enough…’
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“Yunhei-ah, what’s going on…? What are you doing in here? This isn’t the place for you!”
“Oppa, mianhaeyo*… I can’t come to your recordings and rehearsals anymore…”
“What are you talking about? Of course you can! You just need to rest!”
“Mianhaeyo, oppa…”
“Stop saying sorry! Yah, you’re just being lazy, aren’t you? Tch, you’re the one who always push me to work hard and here you are lazing around!”
“I’m sorry. I’m such a burden to oppa…”
“What? Who told you that?”
“Oppa’s always angry with me because I keep pushing him… Mianhaeyo, oppa. I just wanted you to do your best…”
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“And the ‘Best Album of the Year Award’ goes to….”
Changmin hung his head low and stared down at the floor. Tears threatened to fall from his eyes, but he desperately tried to stop them. They had failed Yunhei two times already. He can’t bear to hear that they’d fail her one more time. If they come to her empty-handed… if they come to her with nothing to be proud of…
“Even if we don’t win, Min, she’ll understand…” Yoochun said as he put his arm around his shoulders.
It was hopeless.
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“Yunhei-ah, how do you like this? The management asked me to write the lyrics for ‘Love in the Ice’ Korean version. Is it good enough?”
“It’s very good… Oppa’s lyrics are the best… Are you going to include this to the album?”
“Yup! And it’s going to be the best album there is!”
“Oppa’s group is really the best… You’ve worked really hard… You’ll really win the Daesangs… I know you will…”
“Of course! And I promise you we will win all three!”
“One award is enough, oppa…”
“Nope. We will win the Daesang awards for Yunhei! We’ll win thousands of awards for Yunhei! Because Yunhei is our good luck charm! Right?”
“…”
“Right, Yunhei? You’re our good luck charm. You said so, right? So in order to win, you need to be there…”
“…”
“You’re our good luck charm, so you need to still be around, arasso*? Yunhei?”
“…”
“Why don’t you answer? Don’t you like oppa anymore?”
“…”
“Answer me, please…”
“…”
“I’m begging you, Yunhei, please answer me…”
A hand clamped Changmin’s shoulder, tight. He turned around and came face to face with the doctor. “I’m very sorry…”
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“And the ‘Best Album of the Year’ goes to…”
‘This album means so much to us five. This award show means the world to me than anything else. You gave meaning to it. So much meaning… I’m sorry we failed, Yunhei… I couldn’t keep my promise…‘
“DONG BANG SHIN KI!”
The crowd went wild and screamed in delight.
Time stood still for Changmin. He sat still, refusing to believe his ears.
‘One award is enough, oppa…’
He felt a hand clamp his shoulders tight, snapping him back to reality. He turned and came face to face with Yunho smiling at him warmly. “Let’s go? Her award is waiting…”
Changmin stood up and followed his hyungs in a daze. Just when he was in front of the stage did he suddenly seem to wake up. He looked at the audience cheering, waving a sea of red balloons. And in the crowd, he saw a mirage of her face.
Unable to keep his tears in any longer, he cried.
Shim Changmin who had never cried before, wept. Hard.
“Thank you…God, thank you…”
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Changmin walked towards her grave, together with the rest of the members. Fishing out the trophy from his coat pocket, he settled it down on top of the gravestone.
“This is for you, for being the best of the best. Thank you.”
He traced the engraved words on the gravestone and smiled.
Lee Yunhei. Beloved daughter, friend, and fan. Born December 1993. Died January 2008.
“Rest in peace, litlle Yunhei.”
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*oppa – what a younger female addresses an older male
*Daesang – highest awards given to an artist (from what I understand)
*hyung – what a younger male addresses an older male
*mianhaeyo – Korean term for “I’m sorry.”
*arasso – Korean term for “understand”
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Based on the last MKMF awards where I have , for the first time, seen Mr. Shim Changmin’s tears =)
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To celebrate the blog’s opening, here’s a drabble I’ve been working on. I don’t know where this story going. I doubt I’d add more to it in the future. My hands are just itching to write and the cold outside is bothering me. Then I run into a title saying “You’re My Source of Warmth.” I suddenly got an image of Jaejoong frozen inside an ice! So viola!
Title: Eternally Frozen (Original Version) Winglin Link: www.winglin.net/fanfic/ikang4
Genre: magic, brotherhood, friendship, general
Length: 363 words
Characters: unnamed
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The figure came closer and bent down in front of him, cupping his cheek as a sign of brotherly affection. ‘Hypocrite.’ The warrior tried to fend his hand off, but in the process lost strength and completely dropped to the ground face down.
“You must understand,” he heard him say. “I love you, brother.
But there can only be one winner. There can only be one Ice Prince.”
That was the last words the warrior heard, before completely being enveloped with ice.
The figure grazed the surface of the smooth ice with his fingers. “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he whispered, knowing fully well the warrior inside will never hear his words. “This is the only thing I can do to save you from yourself.”
A white flower appeared in his right hand. Bending down, he placed it carefully at the base of the ice projection. “I promise to get you out of here once the war is over. Wait for me, my brother.”
He stood up and started to walk away.
But he never did come back.
His sword lay in the middle of the battle field, soaked in his own blood and ownerless just a few hours after the battle began.
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Kind of confusing, eh? It’s okay. I don’t really make sense most of the time xP
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