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Hello-ello-llo-lo-o.... echos >>;

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Mon, 09 Apr 2007 04:17:19 GMT

I haven't posted here since, when, like last year? >>;

New layout = new start? 8D;

I spent a whole day on it, but I'm happy with the way it came out. 83

A lot of stuff ~~(although plenty unfinished)~~ have accumulated over the months. I hope I'll start posting again soon. <3

Art Fart.

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Wed, 11 Oct 2006 04:14:59 GMT

Fanart. Yunho this time.

Fanart

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 15:36:57 GMT

Yup.

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Wed, 30 Aug 2006 00:52:02 GMT

Hello everyone! *waves*

For the past 3 and a half weeks (I've missed so much regarding DBSK ;_;), I've been in Korea--family, catching up, roaming, fangirling, you get the idea.

On August 6 (or was it the 7th? Shame on me. :x), I went to see DBSK's "Vacation" at YunSae University.
I don't know if anyone posted pictures from there yet, but for those who are curious about the place, I have some. They aren't great pictures, but you'll get the idea of it. - -;

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The entrance to the University was right up ahead. Yes, those girls were on their way to see "Vacation" too.

Almost there. :D See the fans eagerly waiting?

The tents are where you sign up for the fanclub (for fanmeetings) and shops where they sell DBSK merchadises. (They were selling the clothes they wore during the movie. I was so close to buying Jae's pants but I was short 5 bucks on money. *sobs*)

Waiting on line--a long line.

One of the tents to sign up for the fanclub. SuperJunior and TVXQ signed that poster on the left.

Just a shot of DBSK and their autographs. I think they wrote a message but I couldn't read it. ;_;

The Gateway To Heaven. x3

OMG, Junsu's chilling by the van! *squeals*

Fooled you. I think. But he does look life-like no? The others do too!

Changmin!

Jae! *foams*

Yoochun! *_*

And last but not least--Yunho!

It took me a long time to take these solo pics; the fans were busy taking pics with these still-lifes (standing, posing, kissing, hugging, holding imaginary hands, etc). A girl practically bit me because I was taking too long. ;_; Crazy fangirls...
...But of course, I didn't leave the place without taking pics with each and every one of the members myself. *smiles sheepishly*

A (almost) full picture of the 5 images above.
Couldn't get a clear shot--I left out Junsu! *weeps* Darn those fangirls bustling over 2D images...darn me! D:

This is the pamplet they give out before the movie. Basically it has the drama summaries inside.

Although I couldn't buy Jaejoong's pants, I did buy his poster. Spiffy.

"Vacation" was very good, probably better than I expected. All the episodes were fantastic, but I liked Jaejoong's episode the best for obvious reasons. It was funny, sad, dramatic, and action filled all at the same time. I won't get into summary, maybe next time, but I'll say one thing: For those who believe Jaejoong would look gorgeous dressed like a girl, you're sadly mistaken. *hides*

Hopefully it will come out on DVD so the audience won't be limited to only those in Korea. :( And then we can all freak out about the episodes together. :x

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pale.opacity@gmail.com — Wed, 05 Jul 2006 01:05:33 GMT

Title: Remedy
Author: Mina pale_opacity
Rating: G for fluff.
Pairing: BickeringFluffy!Yoosu.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own TVXQ.
Author’s note: A very quick drabble off the top of my head, because I just had to write something. :x

***

He’s overanalyzing.

A slight sag at the shoulders and immediately, he thinks I’m sick.

That dumb blond claims I’m overworking myself, hunched over the keyboard and composing music day and night.

I tell him to stop being so paranoid and the other merely nags some more.

What a dummy.

I’m fine, I’m not weak and he needs to stop worrying.

***

I’m not overanalyzing.

Although he might think I am.

He told me to stop being paranoid.

I can’t help it.

I can’t help that he’s no super-being and he’s going to get sick from stress.

I’m just concerned.

***

He burned a CD for me.

Nineteen songs by various artists.

The package it came in was an ugly hard cover case covered with girly stickers from god-knows-where.

Childish.

He tells me that listening to other people’s songs instead of my own all the time will help relieve some unneeded stress.

I merely laugh at him.

***

I had to borrow Jaejoong’s stickers.

I hope he doesn’t mind.

I thought he should listen to other artists more on his free time, instead of composing his own.

So I gave him a burned cd as a gift last night.

He laughed.

I think he liked it.

***

The CD was laughable.

What kind of songs were these? The names were outrageous.

He asked me if I had listened to them yet.

I told him no and I never will because it won’t help me get rid of stress.

He just pouted and told me I’ll regret not heeding his advice.

What a child.

***

What an irritable man.

How would he know without ever giving it a try?

That idiot.

Jaejoong was looking for his stickers today.

Apparantly they were important.

I hope he doesn’t see the CD case.

***

Okay, I’ll admit it.

I was curious to what the songs were like.

So when he wasn’t home, I popped the CD in the stereo.

I climbed onto my bed.

The first song wasn’t bad so I left it on.

Propping my hands underneath my head, I laid there listening.

***

I come home today and I hear the songs I had burned for him.

I walk into the bedroom and I see him on his bed listening to the CD.

Well he was…he fell asleep.

I turned off the stereo and placed a blanket over him.

Admiring how peaceful he looked—now that he’s resting early—I grinned.

I’m gonna rub it in his face tomorrow.

***

I wake up next to an ugly CD case.

I must have fallen asleep but it was still dark outside.

The stereo was off and a blanket that wasn’t there before now covered me.

…

Damnit.

He’s gonna rub it in my face tomorrow.

***

-FIN-

Definitely not one of my best fics but…I hope you enjoyed? 8D?

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Fri, 30 Jun 2006 02:39:05 GMT

Title: Fleeting Scandals
Author: Mina pale_opacity
Pairing: JaeHo
Rating: R
Fandom: TVXQ (Dong Bang Shin Ki)
Theme: #9 - Dash
Disclaimer: I do not own TVXQ. I just write fictional stories.
Written for 30_kisses

***
The clock was ticking and time was scarce.

An unexpected call had interrupted their affair and they wanted nothing more than to finish what they had started.

Seconds were dripping away much like the sweat off their bodies—there wasn’t time for small talk.

Hands clasped together, lips locked, they rocked together in rhythm. Cream colored fabric lay crumpled beneath them, its contours leaving behind the evidences of fierce love-making.

Raven locks spread themselves out on satin pillows, contrasting the pale material. Dark chestnut hair meshed with the other’s as lips met in a passionate and hungry kiss. Porcelain skin entwined with sun-kissed, as Jaejoong and Yunho met thrust after thrust, their moans becoming more distinct by the minute.

Burying his head in the nape of Yunho’s neck, Jaejoong ran his hands over the other’s back, pulling him closer. He heard Yunho’s soft grunts by his side, and felt his warm breaths on his neck as it was showered with gentle kisses.

Jaejoong tilted his head to give Yunho more access while running his fingers through Yunho’s hair. But Yunho wanted to taste Jaejoong once more and went for his lips instead.

Nails scraped at sweat-slicked shoulders while cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room. The thrusts became faster; the scratches became deeper; the breathing became heavier, and finally the climax came crashing for both when Yunho plunged into Jaejoong for the last time.

Jaejoong’s arm slid off from Yunho’s shoulder weakly and fell to the edge of the bed as the series of spasms subsided.

Sweat-slicked bodies laid on top of one another, and dark eyes lifted to meet. Chests heaved up and down in an effort to catch their breaths as the two exchanged satisfied smiles. Fair slim fingers reached up to graze flushed cheeks and stopped when the ticking clock made itself known after its voice had been muted by lustful moans.

A regretful smile emerged from full lips and reluctantly, the hand retreated.

The couple climbed out of bed, reaching for the clothes they had carelessly tossed onto the floor. They quickly dressed, and attempted to fix each other’s hairs to its pre-sensual form. They wished for more time but they knew the fun was over for today and warm lips kissed Yunho’s as Jaejoong helped him finish buttoning his shirt.

The walk to the front door felt much too brief and before they knew it, Jaejoong had the door opened and his shoes on his feet. With a curt peck on the cheek, Jaejoong said goodbye and turned to leave.

But Yunho wasn’t satisfied—a few more seconds wouldn’t hurt. So Yunho grabbed Jaejoong’s wrist and forcibly turned him around before he could even take a second step out the door. Wrapping his arm around Jaejoong, their lips met in a feverish kiss, making it last long, but not too long to let time slip away forgotten again.

When the kiss finally broke, their breaths hot and heavy, Jaejoong threw a mischievous look at Yunho. He smiled and planted a soft kiss on Yunho’s cheek before running down the hallway.

***
Jaejoong exited the apartment and made eye contact with her as she entered. She gave him a bewildered look when he let a smug smile curve his flushed lips.

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Tue, 30 May 2006 06:23:29 GMT

Title: Nostalgia
Author: Mina pale_opacity
Pairing: JaeHo
Fandom: TVXQ (Dong Bang Shin Ki)
Theme: #29 - The Sound of the Waves
Disclaimer: I do not own TVXQ. I just write fictional stories.
Written for 30_kisses

***

Jaejoong stood there, for only a moment, mesmerized by the large ocean. Bringing his hand up to his eyes, he covered the bright orange glare from the setting sun in the sky. The warm breeze kissed his cheeks ruffling his hair and Jaejoong reached up to tuck it back in place. He let out a sigh.

They had watched the sun set for endless days as part of their daily routine, leaving two pairs of footprints behind them each night. Some nights, there was only one pair of footprints—and those were the days when he had carried him on his back.

Not so much have changed since he was last here—last here with him. The sun was still setting while the sand cooled under his feet. The ocean rippled amongst the shrill cry of seagulls. There was still a single pair of footprints every evening—but they were his own, and no one else’s.

He bent down onto the soft untouched white sand. They had sat on this very blanket of sand, as they watched the sun set beyond the horizon day after day. Dipping his hand into the fine sediments, he sifted it, easily passing through his palm like liquid. It was so fine, he observed…it was almost like ashes—and then he smiled.

He remembered when his ashes were scattered in this ocean just a few days ago. He watched them be carried away by the summer breeze as white-gloved hands unclenched. They flew away like seraphic beings and landed gracefully on top of the very blue waters that had so unexpectedly taken away his lover’s life.

He whispered his name. Yunho.

A deep, soothing voice would always answer to the call and Jaejoong realized how much he actually missed his voice—how much he really missed him.

It was only until Jaejoong glanced at the nearly set sun, did he realize he’d been reminiscing for quite some time. Quickly smoothing out the sand, he slowly stood up. He heard the waves rippling noisily behind him, and noting how restless the ocean was today, he turned to leave.

Jaejoong.

Stopping in his tracks, Jaejoong immediately turned to the familiar voice. Orange and grey-blue reflected from his dark eyes as he stared toward the endless ocean.

But Jaejoong was still alone.

The deep, soothing voice stirred nostalgia in Jaejoong and he gazed at the ocean through dark lashes. Defeated and heartsick, Jaejoong turned once again to retreat back home.

Jaejoong.

It had been much clearer this time. Jaejoong turned to the voice and the ocean stared back at him once again. Jaejoong’s heart skipped a beat and tears began to well up in his eyes as he heard his name being called once more.

He had known all along. Yunho was still alive. He promised Jaejoong that he would never leave him alone, and Yunho never broke promises.

Making his way towards the ocean, he started to call the other’s name in response. Searching the ocean surface, he tried to find the one he has missed for too long. He began calling his name repeatedly, becoming desperate in finding him—so desperate, Jaejoong did not realize his feet were no longer on dry land.

Void of all other senses, Jaejoong sank deeper into the ocean blues. As if in a fixed trance, he kept on walking, kept on sinking, calling his name and following the voice. He treaded the water beneath his bare feet, not realizing the steadily rising waters, and oblivious to the gentle splashing of the waves beneath him. Heart-pounding, he stared intently at the horizon where he knew he’d find him. Golden orange reflected off his dark eyes and skin as he chased the voice he had missed so much.

Amongst the rustle of the waves, the whisper of the breeze, and the cry of the seagulls, Jaejoong called his name one last time.

As the sunset marked the end of the day, there was nothing but the ocean, the ash-white sand and the darkened sky. And when all was deserted, the sound of the restless waves silenced and receded, leaving only a memory of what had been there that day—a single pair of footprints entering the tranquil ocean.

-FIN-

***

I hope you all enjoyed it. I really hope you guys understood what was going on in the story; I'm afraid I might not have portrayed it well enough. If you're terribly confused, just ask. Thanks for reading. ♥♥♥

Mina is on hiatus! D8 Regents and finals are coming up, so I have been lurking around for a while. I have so much wonderful fanfics and what-not to catch up on. Rawr. I'll delurk when the chaos is over. Ciao for now~ ♥

#15 -- Perfect Blue

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Apr 2006 18:20:57 GMT

Title: Saturday Afternoons
Author: Mina pale_opacity
Pairing: JaeHo
Fandom: TVXQ (Dong Bang Shin Ki)
Theme: #15 - Perfect Blue
Disclaimer: I do not own TVXQ. I just write fictional stories.
Written for 30_kisses

They spent their Saturday afternoons cloud watching. Jaejoong claimed it was good for stress, and how it created a calming sensation. Yunho begged to differ. He thought it was boring and a waste of perfectly good air; but when Jaejoong was beside him, he didn’t seem to mind it at all. Using one hand for his head and his other arm as a pillow for Jaejoong’s, Yunho laid on the familiar green grass, lazily watching the clouds roll over the sky. Jaejoong briskly directed a finger at a particular cloud of interest and Yunho peered to the direction of where the other had pointed.

“What do you think that cloud looks like?”

Yunho always pretended to ponder over each question.

“You.”

“Hmm, how about that one then?”

“Me.”

“Okay…Then what about that one?”

“A bed. Do you see where I’m going with this?”

Jaejoong playfully punched Yunho’s arm, and light laughter filled the spring breeze.

And on those Saturday afternoons where there were no clouds to watch, they would simply gaze at the perfect blue. And with nothing to poke fun at, Jaejoong decided to gaze at something much more fascinating. Rolling over to Yunho, he placed his hands on the grass on both sides of the other, blocking his view. Yunho smiled as Jaejoong leaned over and seal their lips with a soft kiss.

With eyes closed and his lips pressed against his lover’s, Yunho wished for more perfect blue skies.

Goodnight.

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Apr 2006 20:53:19 GMT

Title: Goodnight
Author: Mina pale_opacity
Pairing: JaeHo
Fandom: TVXQ (Dong Bang Shin Ki)
Theme: #24—Good night
Disclaimer: I do not own TVXQ. I just write fictional stories.
Written for 30_kisses

***

A soft echoing melody indicated the clock had struck midnight. Jaejoong tapped his foot impatiently in the dark living room floor and rubbed his hands together to warm himself of the cold winter night. He grew restless on the leather couch, glancing up at the digital clock every few seconds.

He was late again.

Sighing, Jaejoong decided to avert his attention to the outside world, prying his eyes away from the honest clock. As he was starting to get lost in the night sky, there was the click of a lock, and Jaejoong knew he was home. Dark eyes averted to the door and Jaejoong watched him enter the house.

“Yunho.”

He looked up startled, not noticing Jaejoong in the dark. Yunho glanced up at the clock.

“You didn’t have to wait for you me, you know.”

“I always wait.”

Smiling, Jaejoong walked up to him and kissed him. When Jaejoong realized Yunho was not returning the kiss, he pulled back. Suddenly, Jaejoong couldn’t bring himself to look at Yunho in the eyes. With his hands now in his pockets, he spoke up.

“Work?”

Yunho nodded.

However, in the depths of their heart, they both knew the harsh truth.

Yunho brushed past Jaejoong.

“It’s late. I’m going to bed.”

Jaejoong stared at the door that Yunho was blocking shortly before. He heard Yunho walking away behind him.

“Okay. Goodnight.”

His voice seemed to speak to no one in particular.

Finally, Jaejoong heard the bedroom door close, and he fell to his knees and cried.

***

~FIN~

JaeHo!

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Thu, 30 Mar 2006 01:09:22 GMT

I finally find time to draw! 8D So I bring you JaeHo-ness.

I'm starting to dislike my choice of coloring. Ugh. D8

Yeah, Jaejoong's frowning. Well, he had a long day.

x-posted to jaeho_yongwonhi
x-posted to hug______

Mute

pale.opacity@gmail.com — Mon, 20 Feb 2006 06:14:51 GMT

Title: Mute
Author: Mina (pale_opacity
Rating: PG-13
Word count: Roughly 1,500
Disclaimer: I don’t own DBSG. ;_;
Pairing: Yoosu
Warning: angstangstangst
Note: I don’t have a beta, so you are most likely going to see some grammar mistakes here and there. I proofread it many times, so I’m hoping it will be decent. I apologize sincerely. ^^;;

***

Recently, I bought a new cell phone. It only had one number on it, yet that number meant more to me than anything else. I tried calling him many times…

“Hello?”

But I did not speak.

“Who is this? Speak up! Stop calling me if you aren’t going to respond!”

I had nothing special to say. I laid on my bed, eyes closed with the phone pressed against my ears.

I was at a loss for words…

He had such a beautiful voice…

***

If I told you that it was love at first sight, would you have believed me?

Time seemed to stop when I first laid eyes on him.

In the crowd of hundreds of boisterous students, I saw only him—a beauty with warm chestnut hair that complimented a fair complexion. He would never know that fifty feet away from him, an admirer stood alone in this world and thought he was the most beautiful person one had ever seen. My soulful eyes blinked once and he was gone. He disappeared into the crowd as quickly as he appeared. My heart dropped.

It was the first day of high school--his high school. The campus was overcrowded and disorderly. However, in the bustling grounds, I saw an angel.

It was love at first sight.

***

We were both in the same classes. I supposed it was a stroke of luck rather than fate. In the dark corner of the classroom, I sneaked glances at him whenever I could. However, he was too smart and caught me staring at him, meanwhile, I mentally kicked myself for being so obvious. I immediately looked elsewhere for an escape—it must have seemed like I have suddenly found my shoes very fascinating.

Before I knew it, someone was standing in front of me. I already knew who it was and I knew what was coming. I raised my eyes and was awestruck by his stunning looks.

“Hi there. Are you new here?”

I remembered thinking how he had such a suave, intimidating voice. I wondered how one voice could bring color to my cheeks. Swallowing hard, I gave a meek nod. This beautiful man gave me the warmest smile back, as he ran his hand through his perfectly messy hair. It took every will of my being to tear my eyes away from him.

“I’m Park YooChun. What’s your name?”

I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks and with my head hung low, I responded softly, “It’s Kim Junsu.” I wondered if he had heard me at all.

He offered his hand. “Pleasure to meet you. Welcome to our school!”

I accepted it. His hand felt so warm and comforting against my cold and clammy hands, and I found myself profoundly disappointed after the brief contact broke.

I managed to mumble a barely coherent, “Thank you.”

“Pretty lame school if you ask me, but hey, you’ll get used to it.” He gave a pleasant chuckle. How I loved that laugh. I smiled and he left, returning to his group of friends whom he left behind for the last thirty seconds.

That was the extent of our conversation. We hardly spoke after that. He resumed being popular, and I continued being a quiet ‘A’ student. There was always a hushed veil between us.

The silence seemed to play strange chords at my heart.

***

The book on my desk laid neglected as my mind roamed elsewhere. I was turning the pages every now and then, but it was only a trick in hopes of making my distraction a bit less obvious.

One table of the room was always surrounded by people. Park Yoochun’s. The classmates, the friends- they all gathered around his desk during break time, listening to Yoochun’s humorous stories. I listened to them too, I wanted to laugh with him, but I was only Kim Junsu.

“Hey Yoochun! What are you doing over the weekend?”

He tossed his head to the side, hair brushing his forehead. One could only ponder how his actions were so flawless.

“I thought we can all crash at my place again.”

Cheers followed his simple response.

He was always surrounded by people, he was untouchable—a weak person like me would never be able to break through such a barrier. I thought to myself then, that I would admire him from afar. Even then, I was content. We were just too different.

Inevitably, this unrequited love took a deep toll on me.

But I was afraid of being hurt.

***

It was a Friday.

“Hey Junsu.” A voice called out from behind me.

I laughed to myself. I must be thinking of him too much—to actually hear his voice call my name. I turned around, fully expecting a fellow classmate to ask me a question on the math homework.

No words could express my feelings at that moment.

I stood there dumbfounded as he casually asked me to come along for one of his weekend parties.

I was never the type to drink and party. But he made it seem like everything was going to be all right. It would have been foolish of me to decline such an offer—or should I say—a chance. I was going to be with Yoochun. I nodded an answer immediately followed by a blush when he smiled.

He gave me his phone number, just in case I needed to call him if anything came up. From the moment he wrote his phone number on my hand, I never forgot those seven-digits.

“Hope you can hold your alcohol, Junsu.”

He departed right after that, and I wished I had said something more to keep him by me longer.

That night, I dreamed of him like I did every night.

***

In Yoochun’s small apartment, the floor was sprawled with limp bodies and bottles of booze. I was the only sober one, alongside a drunk yet partially awake Yoochun.

With everyone blacked out from alcohol, no one would have believed me if I said that Park Yoochun held me in his arms willingly. No one would have known that he, the notorious Park Yoochun, had kissed me without any qualms.

”Let me kiss you, Junsu…”

He didn’t need to say anymore. I wholly accepted his full lips with my own, eyes closed and I went into pure bliss. This was meant to be, I told myself. It was perfect how his lips locked into mine like two pieces of a puzzle that went together. There could not be a better fit. I still remembered how soft his satisfying lips felt against mine, and how I had this unfamiliar sensation in my heart. I placed my arms around his back, as he topped me, devouring my thirsty lips.

However, this ecstasy did not last forever as reality took over my mind. This was only out of drunken stupor and there were no real feelings behind it. Euphoria quickly turned into despair, but there was no one else to blame but me. I had brought this upon myself.

“You’re so beautiful Junsu…”

I felt something slide down the side of my face—a single tear that had escaped my closed eyes. It had burned. There were no real feelings—it was just the spur of the moment. But the kiss wore on, all night long.

We never spoke after that day.

***

The effects of nostalgia left me bitter and longing.

Did I make the right choice back then? I still couldn’t help but wonder.

He would never know I had something to tell him. An undying confession of love that would surely make everyone melt. A confession that would put soap operas to shame. A confession where I would just hold his hand, look deep into his eyes and tell him—I love you.

But not all stories can have a happy ending.

In the end, I was only left with his voice.

Gazing at the cell phone that laid next to me, I realized I wanted to hear his voice again. So I dialed his number one last time.

“Hello?”

I closed my eyes and smiled softly. Patiently, I waited for the other line to continue, but I only heard silence. My heart shattered as I wondered if this was truly the last time I would ever get to hear his voice. It was inevitable that this phone game would eventually come to an end, but this seemed too soon. Heart bleeding, my thumb moved toward the off-button.

Suddenly, a sincere, pleading voice called out from the other line. A voice that was all too familiar.

“Junsu—please don’t hang up.”

My eyes flew open and a wave of emotion soared through my chest.

It was then when I realized I had so much to say. So much that I have kept inside and it was long overdue, waiting to be freed.

I grasped the phone harder and found myself speechless once more.

I wanted to say something.

Only this time, I didn’t know where to begin.

-fin-

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