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  <title>&quot;Oh Mah Gaaahd, I&apos;m So Hoooot!!!!&quot;</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Sep 2009 21:07:33 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;I know I&amp;nbsp;said I wouldn&apos;t be posting on my journal any more, but I&apos;m so upset and pissed off that I just need to get this off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-large&quot;&gt;NETIZENS&amp;nbsp;WITH&amp;nbsp;NO&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;LIFE,GO&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELVES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;STUPID&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUICIDE&amp;nbsp;PETITION&amp;nbsp;CAN&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;DIE DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, like what the fuck? &amp;quot;Oh, we didn&apos;t know he would actually quit&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;YOU! What did you think he was going to do you bitches? Just laugh it off?&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m sorry, but when a country that I&apos;ve been living in for the past 4 years tells me to go and die, I&apos;m not just going to get over it. IT&amp;nbsp;WAS&amp;nbsp;4&amp;nbsp;FUCKING&amp;nbsp;YEARS&amp;nbsp;AGO! And, *gasp*, big surprise, America is different than Korea, so people who don&apos;t know what the fuck they&apos;re talking about should just keep there fucking mouths shut! Jesus Christ. Oh, and one more thing:&amp;nbsp;KOREA&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;GAY. Bitches can go suck balls, you made an awesome talented young man that just wanted to sing and dance feel like he was a burden, and I can never forgive them for that. How can you claim to hate someone when you don&apos;t even know them? Saying you hate Jay is like looking at a puppy and going &amp;quot;puppies are cute, and therefore I hate them&amp;quot;. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note:&amp;nbsp;JAEBEOM, PLEASE&amp;nbsp;COME&amp;nbsp;BACK&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;US! We still love you and support you, and whatever decision you make I&apos;ll be behind it 100%, even if I wish you had done something different. Come back after you&apos;ve been with your family for awhile, catch up on your school, and then show these haters why so many people love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go turn off all the lights in my dorm and cry for like an hour now T.T</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 01:01:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Hi, it&apos;s me again. For those of you who actually see this post (which I doubt any of you will), I&apos;m letting ya&apos;ll know that I&apos;m not going to be posting in my journal anymore.&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m still going to have an LJ account, I just don&apos;t remember to update this journal often enough to keep it active. If you want to get a hold of me to talk and catch up or whatever, I&apos;m now exclusively posting macros at the following 3 communities: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_kpop_macros&apos; lj:user=&apos;kpop_macros&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/kpop_macros/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/kpop_macros/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kpop_macros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_kpophumor&apos; lj:user=&apos;kpophumor&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/kpophumor/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/kpophumor/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;kpophumor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_capslock_vip&apos; lj:user=&apos;capslock_vip&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/capslock_vip/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/capslock_vip/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;capslock_vip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So if you want to talk or say hi, just leave me&amp;nbsp;a comment under one of my posts! And hopefully you&apos;ll enjoy my macros too XD&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve found myself to be quite good at them~</description>
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  <lj:music>The One - SS501</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 05:12:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Holy crap you guys, how long has it been since I&apos;ve last been here????? Like, forever! So much has happened, I&apos;m sorry I just dissappeared like that, but sometimes life just sweeps you up and then sets you back down wherever the hell it wants. But anyways,&amp;nbsp;I&apos;m so glad I finally have time to post and catch up with people. Graduating in 1 week, WOOT&amp;nbsp;WOOT! Got my new laptop today, so I&apos;ll be able to keep up with everything when I go to college, double WOOT&amp;nbsp;WOOT! So, about my new and recent obsession:&amp;nbsp;Big Bang. I am IN&amp;nbsp;LOVE with G-Dragon. Period. I love that boy so much, it&apos;s ridiculous. He&apos;s such a diva, it&apos;s hilarious. And a new hobby I&apos;ve taken up is making macro&apos;s... of mainly GD and Junsu, big surprise there -.-; How is everyone doing? I really miss talking to people... try not to have a heart attack when you see this post on your friends page, I know it&apos;ll be shocking to see one from me since I&apos;ve been gone so long :(</description>
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  <lj:music>a fool&apos;s only tears by Big Bang</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">a fool&apos;s only tears by Big Bang</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 09 Mar 2009 03:48:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Eh-hehehe... guess I didn&apos;t make it back like I said I would... sorry :( Well, some good news is that next week is Spring Break! Yay! Me and my mom are going to Washington D.C. as a graduation present. I&apos;m really excited about it&amp;nbsp;XD Okay, so most of you don&apos;t know this, but ever since I was six, I&apos;ve kept my hair really long, like down to the middle of my back, and I haven&apos;t had bangs in 12 years... well, today, I got it cut&amp;nbsp; above my shoulders AND I got &lt;em&gt;BANGS!&lt;/em&gt; Gah, I&apos;m starting to remember why I got rid of them in the first place ^^; Argh, 4 days until the boys come out with their new album! I&apos;m so excited, I can&apos;t hardly stand it. And when are they gonna make a DVD for the Mirotic concert??? I&amp;nbsp;WANNA&amp;nbsp;SEE&amp;nbsp;XIAHTIC&amp;nbsp;IN&amp;nbsp;HIGH&amp;nbsp;DEF, DAMMIT!!!!!!! *Ahem* On a side note, does anyone want to murder my Brit. Lit. teacher for me? She has us reading stories that are in Middle English, and hell if I can read it &amp;gt;:( I&apos;ll give you an example:&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;A&amp;nbsp;Monk ther was, a fair for the maistrye, a n outridere that loved venerye, a manly man, to been an abbot able.&amp;quot; If anyone can translate that, I&apos;ll give you 1,000,000,000 cookies. Ridiculous. Anyway, can anyone help me remember how to post my story up? I can&apos;t remember how to do all the link stuff anymore... I&apos;ve been away to long&amp;nbsp;:(&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>Gravity by John Mayer</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 22:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Wow, it&apos;s been freaking FOREVER since I&apos;ve been on here! Gah, so much going on, I&apos;ve missed my f-list soooooo much!!!! So I got a job, yay me. Working at Blockbuster is okay I guess, not much pressure that&apos;s for sure. Oh, even more exciting than that is that&amp;nbsp;I&apos;ve been accepted into all three colleges that I applied for! And got scholarships for all three. Shweeeeet. OH, even more exciting: I&apos;ve started working on my story again! I&apos;ve got another chapter done, but... ehehehe, I seem to have forgotten how to post it correctly ^.^; Oops? Argh, I&apos;m so pissed at my boss. I was supposed to have the day off today, but NOOOO, another store needs someone there to help them close, so instead of my nice nap that I was planning to take, I now have to work for 5 hours! WTF is up with that?!?!?! And get this, he texted me during my second period class to tell me! Stupid, jerky, gay SOB. Uh, he is gay, btw. Oh the irony. Well... not really any irony, but still! I&apos;ve got to go work, I&apos;ll be back on either later today, tomorrow, or on thursday! Bye~</description>
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  <lj:music>None coz i&apos;m at work!</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 05:58:04 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, I got a new header... YAY!!! All credit goes to my babe Tin. I was really wanting a new Yoosu header, but I can&apos;t find anyone to do one for me... I guess I&apos;ll just have to bribe them! Planning on working on my fic this week since it&apos;s Thanksgiving break, so look forward to that (I&apos;m actually working on it right now, XD)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaannnnddddd... oh! I&apos;ve become very recently OBSESSED with House, M.D. OMFG, this show is the shit! It&apos;s even, dare I say it, better than Heroes&amp;nbsp;*gasp*! My mom&apos;s birthday is soon, and I asked people to get her the first 2 seasons of it so I could watch them&amp;nbsp;XDDD He&apos;s just the sexiest bastard I&apos;ve ever seen, and it&apos;s H-O-T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&amp;nbsp;I have to take Government AND&amp;nbsp;Economics both in the same trimester. Ugh! Hatehatehatecan&apos;tstandhate both of them! I don&apos;t know shit about either, and I&apos;m totally going to fail T.T There goes my GPA of 3.915... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHINee is also a new obsession :)&amp;nbsp;I knew they had debuted this year, and I adored their song [Replay], but I just kinda brushed them off for awhile because I couldn&apos;t find any subbed videos of them. Well, I still can&apos;t (=.=), but I watched their AMIGO and Love Like Oxygen MV&apos;s, and their just to adorable to ignore any longer XDDDD Key is my snuggle bear, he&apos;s so pretty&amp;nbsp;*squeezes*</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 03:30:22 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Wow, once again it&apos;s been awhile! So much is going on, I literally don&apos;t have time to do anything :(&amp;nbsp; Spent last weekend in San Antonio for a band contest (which we won, yay!) then came back on Sunday, only to leave again at 3:30 on Monday, come back Wednesday morning at 5, just to go to school 4 hours later -.-; And this Wed., we&apos;re leaving for Indiana for our last contest. And we&apos;re leaving on my birthday!&amp;nbsp;T.T But the good news is when we come back, it&apos;ll be even closer to winter break~ Yay! I can actually work on my fic, and start the one I promised &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_tinseltown16&apos; lj:user=&apos;tinseltown16&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tinseltown16.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tinseltown16.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinseltown16   (so she can make me a sexy junsu header ^^V). I have an essay due Wed. on abortion, I need to have a certain amount of points of view for it, so if you want, you can tell me how you view it? I don&amp;#39;t want to start any debates, I really just want to know your personal opinion on it so I can use it for my essay :) Shari, I&amp;#39;ll let you know when my winter break starts, coz when it does I&amp;#39;ll be online all the time and looking for you! Love to my f-list whom i haven&amp;#39;t talked to in a while~ ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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  <lj:music>This is Halloween</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 01:08:24 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt;user=&amp;quot;ilovessyou&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium&quot;&gt; &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;!!!!!!!!!!! DEARIE, IMU SO MUCH, AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *twirls*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Wow, it sure has been a while. Sorry =.=; I&apos;ve just been really busy lately; I haven&apos;t had time to work on Sweet Dreams or the Yoosu fics I promised Shari and Tin... T.T I have three more band contests coming up, one on Saturday and the other on Tuesday, both in San Antonio. One&apos;s for BOA (Bands of America) Super Regional and the other is for UIL (U-something Interscholastic League) State. I hope we win so bad, I&apos;m more worried about winning State than Nationals -.-; *sigh* I&apos;m so stressed. Where&apos;s my Su-babe to cheer me up? Oh, there he is! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002tcz0/&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; style=&quot;width: 243px; height: 238px&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002tcz0/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know WHAT they did to his hair, but he looks like he&apos;s in a gang =.=; But now our dophin has a dorsal fin XDDDDD I saw these screen caps, and the dirties thoughts popped into my head, and i just HAD to share them: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;208&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002w5rt/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Ahhhhh, you wish to know how it is done, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002x4qt/&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;208&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002x4qt/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Well, Yoochun&apos;s about yea big, so...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002ycb0/&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;180&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002ycb0/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;First, you have to stretch the muscles.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002z2r5/&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;208&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002z2r5/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Then, you just put it like so and...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00030x76/&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;208&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00030x76/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;*CHOMP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDD I&apos;m a bad person, a very, very bad person XDDDDDDDDDDDD Yoochun must be a very happy hubby &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDD I&apos;m a bad person, a very, very bad person XDDDDDDDDDDDD Yoochun must be a very happy hubby &amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, happy birthday to Shari babe, and I&apos;ll try and get on to your present as soon as possible :) !</description>
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  <lj:music>Mirotic by DBSK</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 01:32:40 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>ADSADSWAJKLJDOISAJFKLEJRJKHSDAKJHDAA, BE&amp;nbsp;STILL&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;BEATING&amp;nbsp;HEART!!!! SUSU, LOOK&amp;nbsp;WHAT&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;DO&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002r2cg/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;161&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002r2cg/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002sdd7/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;294&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002sdd7/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;MY&amp;nbsp;SU-BABY&amp;nbsp;HAS&amp;nbsp;RED&amp;nbsp;HAIR! RED&amp;nbsp;HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;IT&amp;nbsp;LOVE&amp;nbsp;IT~~~~~&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;HE&amp;nbsp;STANDS&amp;nbsp;OUT&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;MUCH&amp;nbsp;NORMALLY, BUT&amp;nbsp;WITH&amp;nbsp;THAT&amp;nbsp;FIERY HAIR&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;CAN&apos;T&amp;nbsp;SEEM&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;TAKE&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;EYES&amp;nbsp;OFF&amp;nbsp;OF&amp;nbsp;HIM&amp;nbsp;FOR&amp;nbsp;ONE&amp;nbsp;SINGLE&amp;nbsp;SECOND (as if that&apos;s anything new&amp;nbsp;XD). &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;Whew, sorry about that, but I just had to get it off my chest&amp;nbsp;:) He just lights up my life in ways I can&apos;t properly express without capital letters XD I&apos;ve been away so long, I miss all my friends&amp;nbsp;:( Shari, shari, where for art thou, Shari? I miss you so much babe, it seems like forever since we&apos;ve last spoken T.T &lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my band went to a contest last weekend, and we won! Yay! A good start to the new season, hopefully we can continue the winning streak all the way to Nationals! I&apos;ve tried to fit time in to finish my story, but I have so many essays to do, it just can&apos;t seem to get anything done. Being on haitus sucks &amp;gt;:(&amp;nbsp;(is that even how you spell it? O.o) Well, this is all I have time for today, will try to get on more often, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;F-LIST~~~~~~~~~&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts; AND&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;ONE&amp;nbsp;TRUE&amp;nbsp;LOVE,&amp;nbsp;XIAH&amp;nbsp;JUNSU!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <category>junsu</category>
  <category>band</category>
  <lj:music>Crazy Love by DBSK</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 05:14:41 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;Still sick as dog :( But something happened today that made me feel better:&amp;nbsp;MIROTIC came out!!!! WOOHOO! I LOVE this album. My favorite songs are&amp;nbsp;Crazy Love, Afterglow, You&apos;re My Melody, and Flower Lady. Afterglow is my #1, because Junsu is just divine with his vocals in it (not to mention they&apos;re his lyrics&amp;nbsp;XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002kykw/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;173&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002kykw/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;JAWLINE!!!!!!! *licks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002p14q/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;288&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002p14q/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy muscles&amp;nbsp;*chomps* Yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002q8yg/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002q8yg/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* I have to write an essay this weekend... I don&apos;t feel like it :( I&apos;ll try and work on my story some, but it may or may not happen. Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;Love to my f-list &amp;lt;333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <category>mirotic</category>
  <category>sexy junsu</category>
  <lj:music>Afterglow by DBSK</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 23:52:36 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;All right, here I am back again for round two! I apologize for my fevered babble earlier this morning (i went and re-read what i wrote -.-; apparently i get really hyper when i have a fever ^^) So I&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;visiting &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ccff&quot;&gt;tin&apos;s&lt;/span&gt; page (&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_tinseltown16&apos; lj:user=&apos;tinseltown16&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tinseltown16.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://tinseltown16.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;tinseltown16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;), and i saw a fancam of Chunnie unbuttoning Junsu&apos;s shirt!&amp;nbsp;ADSFLKDHFEIORUJEJHRJKLDFHLKJ!!!!!!!! Oh ma gah! *nosebleed* and she also posted the translation to it: &lt;br /&gt;Translation (Credit: ginaaax3 @ Soompi)&lt;br /&gt;YC: I think Jun Su&apos;s become more manly!&lt;br /&gt;MC: So his concept is?&lt;br /&gt;YC: A Man!&lt;br /&gt;MC: So Jun Su&apos;s style is just a man... so in English a &apos;boy&apos;.&lt;br /&gt;YC: No, it&apos;s not boy. It&apos;s man!&lt;br /&gt;MC: I&apos;m sorry, Yoo Chun teacher. My English is... So he&apos;s a man!&lt;br /&gt;YC: Yes, if you look at his hair, it makes him look quite arrogant and shows some bad boy stuff BUT he gives off kindness from his heart!&lt;br /&gt;*unbuttons shirt*&lt;br /&gt;MC: And yes, his buttons were all closed, but Teacher (YC) you just unbuttoned one?&lt;br /&gt;YC: No, no, we have to continue to unbutton like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH~ MY&amp;nbsp;YOOSU&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;COMING&amp;nbsp;BACK&amp;nbsp;WITH&amp;nbsp;A&amp;nbsp;VENGANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dayum Shari, we just keep missing each other don&apos;t we? :(&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could send me your schedule so i can guestimate when i should get online, then it might not be so hard to catch each other ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wrote this poem last year during my English class (it was our &amp;quot;Moment of Peace&amp;quot;, at least that&apos;s what my teacher called it), and nobody has read it but my&amp;nbsp;mom, so I thought I&apos;d share it with you guys and see what you thought of it.&amp;nbsp;If you don&apos;t like it that&apos;s okay, it&apos;s not gonna hurt my feelings or anything&amp;nbsp;XD I just figured I&apos;d let my bb&apos;s be the first people to read it. And now... dugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugundugun... here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff&quot;&gt;A silent grove&lt;br /&gt;Pivoting on the core of pure oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Beclouded skies&lt;br /&gt;Blossoms of grief bloom in fields of charity and sin&lt;br /&gt;Serpent sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Fine silk a dark silver on every branch&lt;br /&gt;Spent harvest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff&quot;&gt;Meadows aleaf spread twilight around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff&quot;&gt;Summer mood&lt;br /&gt;Every leaf sparks bliss in me&lt;br /&gt;Golden opinions&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving the past and future&lt;br /&gt;Idle dreams&lt;br /&gt;The bliss of solitude mounted into light&lt;br /&gt;Wounderous guiding star&lt;br /&gt;An angel nightly tracks&lt;br /&gt;Faith unstained&lt;br /&gt;Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle&lt;br /&gt;Morning&apos;s birth&lt;br /&gt;Bring all to love the sun&lt;br /&gt;The skylark&lt;br /&gt;Happy child of the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3366ff&quot;&gt;A phantom shield&lt;br /&gt;Silence unrolling as hearts start to sing&lt;br /&gt;Fatal thing&lt;br /&gt;With mind forged manacles to all I am bound&lt;br /&gt;Eternities immaculate bow&lt;br /&gt;A turn in the winding road&lt;br /&gt;Here is your jewel&lt;br /&gt;This is your longed for day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;Whelp, there you have it. Please tell me what ya&apos;ll think of it, kay? This will probably be my last post for today (unless I start sleep-typing&amp;nbsp;XD).&lt;br /&gt;*huggles f-list* you guys rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Is it weird that I like the song Hey! Don&apos;t Bring Me Down Better than Mirotic, but I like Mirotic&apos;s dance better? I just think (and this is MY opinion, so nobody start freaking out on me) that Junsu sings A LOT in Hey! (he does in Mirotic too, but more so in Hey!), and they really do give him the spot-light in Mirotic (coz his &lt;strike&gt;body&lt;/strike&gt; dancing is so SEXY). Oh, and even though I love Jae-bear to death, I kinda thought that his part in Mirotic where he was tied to the wall just looked like he was about to get raped O,o and not by Yunho, either, by that creepy witch/sorceress chick thing... ewwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <category>junsu</category>
  <category>poem</category>
  <category>yoosu</category>
  <lj:music>Hey! Don&apos;t Bring Me Down</lj:music>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 09:23:25 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Well, right now it&apos;s 4 o&apos;clock in the morning here, i have a fever, and i have to wake up at 6 to get ready for morning rehersal. Gah, i feel horrible. BUT!!!!! I&amp;nbsp;finally watched the&amp;nbsp;Mirotic MV&amp;nbsp;and it was SKDFOAWEIJOREIJRFIAJRFEOIRJOWIJIHSADJKHLKJHFKLJSAHFIU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;GAHD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002gxcg/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; width=&quot;241&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002gxcg/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Let&apos;s play a game called:&amp;nbsp;How Many Times Can&amp;nbsp;She Use&amp;nbsp;The Word &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When Referring To Junsu&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;i think i wet myself i was so excited! dayum, my Susu babe was so &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;! They totally featured him in this video (well, i think they did&amp;nbsp;XD). I was like:&amp;nbsp;OH&amp;nbsp;MA&amp;nbsp;GAHD, JUNSU&amp;nbsp;BEING&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;! THERE&amp;nbsp;HE&amp;nbsp;IS&amp;nbsp;AGAIN&amp;nbsp;BEING&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;! OH, MORE&amp;nbsp;JUNSU&amp;nbsp;BEING&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;! HE&apos;S&amp;nbsp;SO&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;! I did have one question though: Why is everyone else like tied up or captured in something while they have Junsu doing a &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt; dance in green lazers&amp;nbsp;O.o? Not that I didn&apos;t think it was &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;, just didn&apos;t really see the relevance. So sad, they cut out his &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt; &amp;quot;Omona&amp;quot; part :( oh well. And and and, I saw them do the Hey! Don&apos;t Bring Me Down dance, and Su pretended to lick his hand and I&amp;nbsp;was like ZOMGAKLFJEORJIERJLRIEJROLI! I&amp;nbsp;WANNA&amp;nbsp;LICK&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;HAND&amp;nbsp;TOO! It was &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt;. Saw a Yoosu moment in an interview where Su made Chunnie say that he liked the new song &amp;quot;Afterglow&amp;quot; because Su wrote the lyrics, and Junsu was all quiet and&amp;nbsp;innoccent like &amp;quot;Thank you.&amp;quot; So adorable&amp;nbsp;those two XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I&apos;m really delirious, and on a Junsu &lt;span style=&quot;color: #00ff00&quot;&gt;SEXY&lt;/span&gt; high&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;:] To all of you waiting for my fic update, I promise I&apos;ll try to get on it this weekend when I actually have time. I didn&apos;t mean to make you wait this long, sorry again! LOVE&amp;nbsp;TO&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;F-LIST!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;33333333333 Shari hon, we&apos;ve gotta talk soon, i can&apos;t stand being without my girl for this long :(</description>
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  <category>mirotic</category>
  <category>sexy junsu</category>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 13 Sep 2008 22:28:37 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&amp;nbsp;GOT&amp;nbsp;MY&amp;nbsp;COMPUTER&amp;nbsp;BACK&amp;nbsp;YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everything&apos;s on it... including MSN!&amp;nbsp;SHARI&amp;nbsp;NOW&amp;nbsp;WE&amp;nbsp;CAN&amp;nbsp;TALK&amp;nbsp;FOREVER&amp;nbsp;AND&amp;nbsp;EVER!!!!!!! Omg, I&apos;m so relieved. Now I can actually get back to my life without going crazy with boredome XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i don&apos;t really know what quixotic means, but i thought the image was awesome, so i put that as my mood :)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2008 04:59:02 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>BIG&amp;nbsp;NEWS!!!!! My computer is finally fixed! YAY!!! But here&apos;s the thing: everything on it is gone. I have a back-up hardrive, which means I have to re-download everything. It doesn&apos;t even have Microsoft Word on it anymore.&amp;nbsp;It&apos;ll take a while, but at least it&apos;s fixed and&amp;nbsp;I can get back to my fic and friends! XD Woot woot~ I&apos;ll be back soon my babies, isn&apos;t that wonderful??? Love to my f-list! &amp;lt;33333</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 11:38:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Yah, it&apos;s been a while. Sorry about that ^^; *sigh* my computer is still gone (even though it&apos;s been like 2 weeks), so i haven&apos;t been able to do anything like update my fic or talk to friends. it really sucks, coz i&apos;m having to do this on my mom&apos;s laptop at 6:30 in the morning before she wakes up. =.=&amp;nbsp; gah, i&apos;m in so much pain right now. i have shin splints, and it hurts so bad i can barely walk. yesterday i had to park my car in like the farthest spot from the school, and i couldn&apos;t walk fast so i was like 5 minutes late to class T.T luckily my teacher is awesome, and he saw that i was having trouble with my leg, so he didn&apos;t give me a tardy. Guess what i did all weekend?&amp;nbsp;i watched the whole first season of Heroes, and I. LOVE.&amp;nbsp;IT. it&apos;s become my second obsession (coz&amp;nbsp;Susu will always be my first and only XD). god, it&apos;s so good. i can&apos;t wait till season 3 starts (i still have to watch season 2 though). so yeah, when that starts that&apos;s pretty much all i&apos;m gonna be talking about besides my baby~ hopefully, i should be able to get my comp back soon, coz i think my mom found all the backup discs that she lost -.-; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f-list, i miss you guys!!! *sends love* wait for me please, i&apos;ll be back soon (i hope)</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:51:16 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I officially HATE my computer. It was working fine earlier today, and then when I tried to upload pictures into my gallery, suddenly my window went away, and I couldn&apos;t re-open the internet! I logged onto my mom&apos;s account, and it worked fine! It only wouldn&apos;t work on mine! So I tried everything: restarting the computer, shutting it off, running virus scans, removing programs that we never use, etc. Still wouldn&apos;t work. So, after like 5 hours of this, finally I can get on the internet. Well guess what? Now, every minute a stupid pop-up appears! &amp;gt;:( WTF?!?!?! I really HATE this computer, I can&apos;t wait until I get my own laptop. *sigh* Anyways, school started today T.T Honestly though, it&apos;s not that bad. Here&apos;s my schedule: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st period: Marching Band &lt;br /&gt;2nd period: Psychology (I was gonna drop out of this class, but I LOVE my teacher. He&apos;s awesome XD) &lt;br /&gt;3rd period: Office Aide (I get to choose which lunch I want, it&apos;s crazy!) &lt;br /&gt;4th period: Dual English (this is my college class) &lt;br /&gt;5th period: Release (means I can just go home XD) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeeeeeallllly easy, right?&amp;nbsp; Gah, since I&apos;m so pissed off right now, I&apos;ll post some pictures I found that make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Some Yoosu Lovin&apos; This Way...&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002dzqp/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;230&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002dzqp/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smooth Su, real smooth~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002er6k/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;243&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002er6k/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, too cute! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002bqgq/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;168&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002bqgq/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o Chunnie, don&apos;t molest your wifey in public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002cpwr/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;309&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002cpwr/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is adorable :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002fgg5/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0002fgg5&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: Come to the dark side... we have Yoosu.&lt;br /&gt;Micky: OMG, I&apos;M BLIND IN ONE EYE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Dorks! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001bg5g/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001bg5g/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chunnie, don&apos;t look at Dolphinnie like that! I&apos;m afraid he might get pregnet... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I feel better! It won&apos;t last though, coz in the middle of posting those pictures my computer froze again &amp;gt;.&amp;lt; *sigh* Oh well, I&apos;ll try to fix it again later. Shari dear, if you&apos;re reading this, I might talk to you later or I might not, it all depends on wether I can get this stupid piece of crap to work. If I&apos;m online, you&apos;ll know&amp;nbsp;I fixed it XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 18:43:03 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;Whew, I finally have time to update my fic! YAY! Here it is, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Title: Sweet Dreams Ch. 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Author: Still me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Rating: PG - NC-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Pairing: Yoosu (minor YunJae, MinSu, and YooMin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: I wish they were mine&amp;hellip; but they&amp;rsquo;re not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Summary: Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst. Some evil!Chun in this one, but don&amp;rsquo;t worry, he doesn&amp;rsquo;t stay a bastard for long ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outside the room, one Park Yoochun stood frozen, shock and that strange emotion he had been feeling lately coming over him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;Changmin and Junsu? In LOVE?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;/Dream Sequence/&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;/The sound of soft panting filled the air, occasional groans interrupting the continuous creak of bedsprings. On the bed, two forms writhed together in ecstasy, flesh glistening with sweat, connected in the most intimate of ways. Candlelight filled the room, flickering over the two lovers, seemingly creating a soft halo of light around them. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yoochun&amp;rsquo;s hands gripped shapely hips as they moved on top of him, digging into pliant flesh, leaving red finger prints in their wake. He couldn&amp;rsquo;t bring himself to care. This was amazing, overwhelming. The hot velvet heat that surrounded him robbed him of all coherent thought, the only thing running through his head being &lt;b&gt;&amp;lsquo;so tight, so good, oh GOD&amp;rsquo;&lt;/b&gt;. Bending his knees slightly so that the form on top of him had something to lean back against, the new angle caused him to slide deeper, balls meeting the delicious globes of the others ass. The other cried out sharply, throwing back his head in pleasure, delicate auburn hair plastered to a face filled with ecstasy. Almond eyes were shut tight, full pink lips parted with gasping pants and soft mewls leaving them with every thrust of Yoochun&amp;rsquo;s hips, every time he pushed back against the thrusts, riding Yoochun with a fevered abandon that far surpassed anything Yoochun had ever experienced with any lover before.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, oh yes, Yoochun, harder, faster, oh &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;...&amp;rdquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c0c0c0&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;One twist of his hips later, and the other was coming, a loud cry of &amp;ldquo;YOOCHUN!&amp;rdquo; escaping into the quiet of the glowing room. Seconds later, Yoochun was coming as well, the contractions around his cock from the tight heat and the beauty of the other too much for him to take. As he emptied himself into his lover, once again a name was cried out into the night&amp;hellip;/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Junsu!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Yoochun shot up, breathing heavily, sweat trailing down his face. As he sat their, realization dawned on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh my god&amp;hellip; Junsu&amp;rsquo;s the one I&amp;rsquo;ve been dreaming of. Shit&amp;hellip; it all makes sense now!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;The way Jaejoong and Yunho had been behaving after hearing that Yoochun couldn&amp;rsquo;t remember who he had been dreaming of, and the way Changmin had reacted when Yoochun had hurt Junsu&amp;rsquo;s feelings&amp;hellip; Changmin. That name brought back the nameless emotions Yoochun had been feeling the past few days, only this time, he had a name for them: anger, guilt, and jealousy. Guilt over hurting Junsu, for every time he took his teasing a bit too far or every time he ignored the resident dolphin. Anger over the fact that nobody had thought to tell him that MinSu was now a reality, and not just fan service anymore. And jealousy, over that fact that Changmin had taken what was rightfully &lt;i&gt;HIS&lt;/i&gt;, and had the gall to flaunt it in front of his face! Well, two could play at that game&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff0000&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;Next Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;GIVE HER BACK, JAEJOONG!!!!!!!!!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;lsquo;Another typical day in the home of DBSK&amp;rsquo; Yoochun thought sarcastically, sidestepping Jaejoong as he flew past, nearly knocking himself out on Yunho&amp;rsquo;s flying limbs of mass destruction as he tore after the eldest, screaming like a 5 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;GIVE ME BACK BAMBI!!!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No!&amp;rdquo; Came the heated response, Jaejoong diving over the couch to put space between him and the irate leader, clutching the doll under his arm in a death grip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You spend more time with this stupid doll than with me, and I&amp;rsquo;m sick of it! Either you spend more time with me, or I&amp;rsquo;ll&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;ll&amp;hellip; give it to Junsu!!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Yunho paled. &amp;ldquo;No. You wouldn&amp;rsquo;t.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Jaejoong smirked, sensing inevitable victory. &amp;ldquo;Oh, but I would.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;But you know how Junsu is with cute dolls; he hordes them! Once he got her, I&amp;rsquo;d never see her again! Please Boo, I&amp;rsquo;ll do anything, just don&amp;rsquo;t give her to Junsu!!!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;A slender brow rose. &amp;ldquo;Oh? Anything?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yunho nodded vigorously. &amp;ldquo;Anything.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoochun shivered as an evil sounding cackle followed the two back into their room, Bambi lying on the ground, forgotten for the moment. As he stepped into the living room, he turned towards the couch, freezing at what he saw. Changmin was reclined back, his long legs extended, a tender look on his face. Junsu was with him, lying horizontally across the sofa, cuddled up to him, sleeping peacefully. But that&amp;rsquo;s not what made his blood boil, oh no. It was the fact that he was cuddled up to &lt;i&gt;Changmin&lt;/i&gt;, with&lt;i&gt; Changmin&amp;rsquo;s &lt;/i&gt;fingers threading through silky hair, head cushioned in &lt;i&gt;Changmin&amp;rsquo;s&lt;/i&gt; lap! For a moment, Yoochun saw red, but he quickly calmed himself down. An evil thought had popped into his head, and though at first he was reluctant to follow it all the way through, one look at the angle on Changmin&amp;rsquo;s lap cemented his resolve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Min, can I talk to you for a sec?&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changmin started, having been absorbed in petting Junsu. Junsu had been upset that Yoochun still wasn&amp;rsquo;t paying attention to him, had come to Changmin once again for comfort, and had ended up falling asleep in his lap. He looked up at Yoochun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sure hyung. Hold on a second.&amp;rdquo; He rose, and gently eased a pillow under Junsu&amp;rsquo;s head, &amp;lsquo;aww&amp;rsquo;-ing to himself quietly as the adorable boy snuggled up to the pillow in his sleep, a small smile coming to his face. Changmin turned and followed Yoochun into his room. Holding the door for Changmin, as soon as they stepped inside he slammed it shut, startling the youngest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hyung? Why did you do that?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Shut up. Don&amp;rsquo;t you dare talk to me like everything&amp;rsquo;s just peachy.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What are you talking about hyung?&amp;rdquo; Changmin was getting nervous, the look Yoochun was shooting him making him shiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You know &lt;i&gt;exactly&lt;/i&gt; what I&amp;rsquo;m talking about, Shim Changmin. You and Junsu.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;What about me and Junsu?&amp;rdquo; Now Changmin was getting angry, his confusion only feeding into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;You took Junsu from me.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;And just how did I do that?!&amp;rdquo; came the flabbergasted response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I heard you two talking. About how you love each other. Well, I&amp;rsquo;m going to show him just why he shouldn&amp;rsquo;t love you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Love me? Are you crazy? There&amp;rsquo;s nothing to show Yoochun, he loves-&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;His angry outburst was cut off when Yoochun leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes widened comically, and he froze, his mind in shock and refusing to believe this was real. He was so shocked that neither of them noticed the door opening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Minnie, what&amp;rsquo;s going on? I heard a door slam&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; The newly awoken Junsu trailed off, hand stilling as it came up to rub his eyes. The sight before him made his breath catch in his throat, and an icy chill settled in his chest. A few heartbeats later, and he felt his heart shatter. &lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;Minnie and&amp;hellip; Yoochun? I didn&amp;rsquo;t know&amp;hellip; I didn&amp;rsquo;t realize&amp;hellip; oh god.&amp;rsquo; &lt;/i&gt;He fled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Changmin saw the door open, and when he saw who it was, he panicked. He began to thrash, finally throwing Yoochun off of him. &amp;ldquo;WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!&amp;rdquo; He screamed, furious at the elder man. Yoochun just smirked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Like I said. I&amp;rsquo;m showing exactly why he shouldn&amp;rsquo;t love you.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;*SMACK*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Yoochun&amp;rsquo;s head flew to the side, hand coming up to hold his stinging cheek, which was quickly turning purple. He looked back at Changmin, angry words on his lips, but when he saw the venomous glare and shaking form of the scary youngest, he gulped and wisely kept his mouth shut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;How dare you. How. Dare. You. Do something like that to Junsu. I always thought you were a jackass, Yoochun, but I never realized what an ASSHOLE you were! How Junsu could have ever fallen in love with you, I&amp;rsquo;ll never know!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey, I&amp;rsquo;m not a&amp;hellip; wait, what? Junsu&amp;rsquo;s in love with&amp;hellip;me?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;YES, YOU DUMBASS!!!! He&amp;rsquo;s been in love with you since this band first formed, and it&amp;rsquo;s been tearing him up inside because he was afraid that if you ever found out that he loved you, you would hate him! I was the only one he could turn to for help, and now you&amp;rsquo;ve gone and done this! He might never recover from this, Yoochun-&lt;i&gt;hyung&lt;/i&gt;. I hope you&amp;rsquo;re happy, you asshole.&amp;rdquo; Done with his rant, he rushed out of the room after Junsu, hoping to be able to rectify the damage that had been done. Yoochun sank to the ground, heart beating painfully in his chest. &lt;i&gt;&amp;lsquo;What have I done?&amp;rsquo;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Junsu fled, running into his room, his haven. Tears streamed down his face, each one containing a piece of his broken heart. He collapsed on the bed, unable to hold himself upright with his weakening legs. He sobbed, clutching at his chest as if to stop the pain from crushing him. This was the soul-shattering scene Changmin walked in on as he came to repair this broken being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Suyah&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; he whispered, stepping closer to the bed, uncertain as to whether or not his touch would be accepted or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Junsu jerked upright, quickly wiping his face, trying to hide his tears from the youngest. Once his face was clean, he faced the tall prince, pasting a false smile on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Hey Min. Sorry about earlier, I didn&amp;rsquo;t mean to intrude.&amp;rdquo; His smile wavered. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;m so sorry, Min.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Su&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;No, let me finish.&amp;rdquo; He took a deep breath. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;hellip; never realized that you&amp;hellip; liked Yoochun too. I&amp;rsquo;m so sorry Min. If I had known, I would have stopped trying to get his attention a long time ago! I&amp;rsquo;m sorry&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; A tear slowly made its way down a sharp cheekbone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Junsu, there&amp;rsquo;s nothing to be sorry for!&amp;rdquo; Changmin exclaimed, worried over the defeated look he saw in Junsu&amp;rsquo;s eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yes, there is. If I hadn&amp;rsquo;t been so selfish, only thing about myself, I would have noticed earlier&amp;hellip; instead, I forced you to help me try to get the one you love to fall in love with me&amp;hellip;. I&amp;rsquo;m sorry for being so selfish, Minnie.&amp;rdquo; Another tremulous smile. &amp;ldquo;I guess I was right, huh? He never loved me&amp;hellip; and he never will.&amp;rdquo; He stood up, walking past Changmin towards the door. He stopped right before the exit, and turned slightly, allowing Changmin to see one last tear trail down a drawn face, before it closed off completely. There was no joy in that face, no happiness or innocence. Just pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;ldquo;I know you two will be very happy together, Minnie. I&amp;rsquo;m so glad you got to be with the one you love finally. And&amp;hellip; I&amp;rsquo;m sorry.&amp;rdquo; And he quietly turned and walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;TBC&amp;hellip;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999&quot;&gt;Whoo, that was rough! Poor Su&amp;hellip; Damn you, Yoochun! No worries everyone, things will get better soon, I promise! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <category>sweet dreams</category>
  <category>yoosu</category>
  <lj:music>In Paradisum by Sarah Brightman</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">In Paradisum by Sarah Brightman</media:title>
  <lj:mood>accomplished</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 04:18:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;I was talking with my girl Shari (&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_ilovessyou&apos; lj:user=&apos;ilovessyou&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ilovessyou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) today, and we got into a discussion on Su&apos;s *chomp*-able butt, so I decided to make a list of all the times his butt has been mentioned by the members or on TV somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some radio show, I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;MC: I heard JunSu has a S-Line, did it bother you in some way?&lt;br /&gt;JunSu: Bothers me (Thinking)...No!&lt;br /&gt;JaeJoong: But I do!...Every time I wear JunSu&apos;s underpants, it&apos;s always so big.&lt;br /&gt;JunSu: Hyung~ so embarrassing... (His face turns red)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;BUDOKAN CONCERT&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CM: Our leading character tonight, Junsu.&lt;br /&gt;JS: *makes dramatic bow*&lt;br /&gt;CM: In conclusion, this person is taking care of the sexy image when Tohoshinki debuted.&lt;br /&gt;JJ: Sexy, sexy~&lt;br /&gt;YC: Sexy Junsu, Junsu Sexy~&lt;br /&gt;JJ: Mystery charisma~&lt;br /&gt;JJ: Then, where has your &quot;mystery&quot; gone?&lt;br /&gt;YC: *looks at JS butt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;School of Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Yunho: When we are on the elevator, Junsu is behind me and as soon as the doors closed a hand touched my butt. (but he doesn&apos;t seem to upset about it XD) &lt;br /&gt;*sexy music plays*&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: *raising his hand* Can I say something?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: No.&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: *dejectedly puts his hand back down*&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: So I looke back. The other members are doing a pokerface because they really didn&apos;t do it. But Junsu really did a good job with his pokerface. Next time I decided I was going to catch the criminal. But in 0.1 seconds, a hand touched my butt quickly and left. Starting then the case became a mystery. Now he started touching Jaejoong&apos;s butt and had the same pokerface. So then I started thinking &apos;why does he like butts?&apos; &lt;br /&gt;Junsu (explaining): Because they are like family and this can be done only in a family. Sometimes I wanted to make sure and sometimes I wanted attention. (awww, he admits it XD)&lt;br /&gt;Yunho: Out of the members Junsu has the prettiest butt. (OoO!!)&lt;br /&gt;Host: The current trend in guys right now is a sexy butt.&lt;br /&gt;Junsu: *hangs head*&lt;br /&gt;(members surround Junsu)&lt;br /&gt;JJ: *puts hand on JS hip*&lt;br /&gt;YH: Oh~ But his butt is still sexy~ *pats JS butt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;I found this on a post somewhere and just had to put it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;This is a message from Junsu&apos;s ass to all of his fans:&lt;br /&gt;NO DIET GONNA GET THE BEST O&apos; ME, BITCHES!! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to our sponsors at Hotties &apos;R&apos; Us.&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bigeast ep.21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;YC: The question is: &quot;You are walking along the street on a rainy day.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;YC: &quot;A car comes from a far distance, causes mud to spalsh on you, and then drives away.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;YC: &quot;Which part of your body will the mud splash on?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;YH: Which part?&lt;br /&gt;JS: My butt&lt;br /&gt;YC &amp;amp; YH: Your butt?&lt;br /&gt;JS: Many... not only cars, many... drive away after splashing...&lt;br /&gt;YH: My chest&lt;br /&gt;YC: Chest. Oh oh~~ Really? Is it okay? Is Yunho okay with that?&lt;br /&gt;YC: Is Junsu okay with this? You can change if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;JS: I&apos;ll stick with my butt&lt;br /&gt;YC: That part of your body that got splashed by the mud is the part which you are the most confident of.&lt;br /&gt;JS: AHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YC: I think butt is still okay. Chest...&lt;br /&gt;YC: Junsu&apos;s butt.&lt;br /&gt;JS: If it was Yoochun, which part will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;YC: If it was me...&lt;br /&gt;JS &amp;amp; YC: Forehead.&lt;br /&gt;JS: As expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;I forgot what TV show this was from... =.=&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;junsu: My mother was walking. A farmer came by. He was holding many fruits. But there was a huge peach and a huge bunch of grapes. A peach and grapes. So my mother predicted that she would have twins. But because of the peach, they though it&apos;ll be a boy &amp;amp; a girl. But it turned out to be 2 boys. &lt;br /&gt;host: so it&apos;s male twins.&lt;br /&gt;junsu: yes&lt;br /&gt;host: so, you&apos;re the peach or the grape?&lt;br /&gt;junsu: *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;jaejoong: by looking at junsu&apos;s butt, you&apos;ll know that he&apos;s the peach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#000000&quot;&gt;That&apos;s all I can think of right now ^^; Send me some info if you know of more instances where they talk about Susu&apos;s hot @$$ :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <category>duck butt</category>
  <lj:music>Doushite Kimi wo Suki ni Natte Shimattan Darou? by DBSK</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Doushite Kimi wo Suki ni Natte Shimattan Darou? by DBSK</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 03:59:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>God, I&apos;m so worried...</title>
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  <description>&lt;strike&gt;I feel awful. Horrible. My grandpa went&amp;nbsp;missing a few hours ago, and they still haven&apos;t found him. Please help me pray that we find him soon. I&apos;m so worried... Please be safe,&amp;nbsp;Papa, wherever you are, and please&amp;nbsp;watch out for him, God, and&amp;nbsp;help him find his way home.&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp; Edit: We found him this morning, on the side of the road. He had been drinking, and got lost trying to get back home. Thank you to those who helped me pray that he would return safely, you guys are awesome! &amp;lt;3</description>
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  <category>pray</category>
  <lj:music>none</lj:music>
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  <lj:mood>relieved</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 04:08:13 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Okay, I have to talk about this: I went to see Tropic&amp;nbsp;Thunder yesterday, and it was A-MAZING!!! I was expecting&amp;nbsp;it to be kinda like&amp;nbsp;The Love Guru, &amp;nbsp;where my recation was &quot;Well, it&apos;s definately a Mike Meyers movie...&quot;, y&apos;know? I was expecting to be like &quot;Well, it was definately a Ben Stiller movie.&quot; Instead, I was like &quot;This is awesome!!!&quot; No joke. EVERYONE SHOULD GO SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&apos;s a picture I saw and felt like posting because it makes me smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00025trc/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00025trc/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Day! Here&apos;s a meme &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; found at &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_salgu&apos; lj:user=&apos;salgu&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://salgu.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://salgu.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;salgu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s journal, who found it at &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_imaii&apos; lj:user=&apos;imaii&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://imaii.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://imaii.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;imaii&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&apos;s journal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ccff&quot;&gt;o1. Choose one word to describe me... just one single word. &lt;br /&gt;o2. Leave it in my comments. &lt;br /&gt;o3. Then post this message on your journal (or not) and see how many strange and interesting things people say about you.♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;And to end my random entry, some life-altering questions that everyone should ask themselves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ffcc99&quot;&gt;If a turtle doesn&apos;t have a shell, is he homeless or naked? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since light travels faster than sound, is that why some people&lt;br /&gt;appear bright until you hear them speak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it&apos;s zero degrees outside today and it&apos;s supposed to be twice&lt;br /&gt;as cold tomorrow, how cold is it going to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come Superman could stop bullets with his chest, but always&lt;br /&gt;ducked when someone threw a gun at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 04:31:06 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Here we are, the promised next chapter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Sweet Dreams Ch. 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Author: Still me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Rating: PG - NC-17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Pairing: Yoosu (minor YunJae and MinSu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: Not mine… yet. &amp;gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Summary: &lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;(Was inspired today when I hear Chun talking about how he recently went swimming with Su! Just imagining them wet and topless… together… *dies*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Chapter 3&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: gray&quot;&gt;“You don’t know who he is?” Jaejoong’s voice slowly increased in volume with each word. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHO HE IS?!?!?!?!?!?! PARK YOOCHUN, I OUGHT TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: gray&quot;&gt;Yunho quickly jumped up in time to intercept Jaejoong, who had taken a flying leap towards Yoochun in an attempt to physically remove his face. Yoochun scrambled away in fear, knocking over the chair he was sitting on in his haste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: gray&quot;&gt;“Yoochun, run! I can’t hold him much longer!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: gray&quot;&gt;That was all the prompting Yoochun needed, and he flew out of the kitchen and back into his room, locking the door as Jaejoong’s almost inhuman howls followed after him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: gray&quot;&gt;‘What the hell was &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; about?!’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: gray&quot;&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yoochun decided it wise to stay in his room, fearing for his life when Jaejoong was like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘What could have set him off like that?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;All I said was I didn’t know who he…was…’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“That’s it!” He exclaimed, jumping off of his bed in his excitement. “They must know who I was dreaming about! I’ll just go ask them…” He paused, already halfway across the room to go ask the two lovers who his mystery man was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Umm… maybe I’ll just wait until Junsu and Changmin get back…” The thought of confronting an angry Jaejoong without backup made him shiver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;/An hour later/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“We’re back!” Changmin called out, stepping through the door with a pouting Junsu in tow. Yunho, catching sight of Junsu’s pout, felt a headache coming on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“What’s wrong now, Junsu?” He asked, almost instantly regretting it when Junsu immediately began to pout even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;*sniff* “Minnie ate my ice-cream!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I did not!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“You did too!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Nuh-uh! You offered it to me!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I only offered you half!!!! You ate the whole thing!” Junsu’s face slowly changed from pathetic to angry the more they argued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Did not!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Did too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Did NOT!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Did TOO!!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“DID-”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“SHUT UP YOU TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yunho had had enough. Junsu and Changmin instantly quieted. It was rare that Yunho lost his cool, and for him to have blown up so fast, something must have happened. The leader sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off his headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Sorry. I didn’t mean to explode like that. Just… please stop arguing?” His apology faded into a plea, as the pounding in his head grew worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Junsu and Changmin realized that their arguing had given their leader a headache, and they immediately felt guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Sorry, hyung.” They said, hanging their heads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“It’s fine. Just try to get along the rest of the night, okay?” He asked, grinning as Jaejoong, who finally noticed his hubby was in pain, rushed over and began to coo over him, massaging his temples with oh-so-talented fingers. Instantly, his headache was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Ah, Boo, you’re fingers are magic~” he sighed, relaxing into the massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I know,” Jaejoong replied, a smug grin on his face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“What’s going on in here?” Yoochun, having heard the loud argument from his room, had deemed it safe to come out of his sanctuary to investigate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Jaejoong leveled him with a glare. “Nothing. It’s time for dinner, everyone sit down and eat!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Dinner was a normal affair: Junsu going on happily about whatever happened to pop into his mind, while Changmin sneakily stole bits and pieces off of his plate without him noticing. Jaejoong nodded intently at Junsu’s ramblings, scolded Min when he caught him stealing food, rubbed Yunho’s thigh underneath the table, and glared venomously and Yoochun the entire time. Yunho pretended to ignore Jaejoong’s hand, and ate stoically, also nodding at random intervals when Junsu would ask a question. Yoochun, on the other hand, was quite, and picked at his food, lost in thought. Junsu, once he paused for air, noticed how little Yoochun had been eating, and concernedly asked “Chunnie, what’s wrong? You’ve hardly eaten.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yoochun snapped out of his thoughts, and replied evenly “Oh, nothing, I’m just not feeling that great right now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Hmmm… I know! Let’s go play soccer! That should cheer you up!” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Junsu hopped up, grabbing Yoochun’s hand and attempting to pull him out of the kitchen and into the living room with him. Yoochun jerked his hand away, not noticing the hurt look in Junsu’s eyes as he did, and said “Not right now Su. I need to talk to Jaejoong and Yunho.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Okay…” Junsu replied in a small voice, and headed towards his room, shoulders slumped and head bowed. Changmin frowned at Yoochun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Nice going, &lt;i&gt;hyung&lt;/i&gt;.” And he then proceeded to follow Junsu into his room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yoochun ignored the slight pang he felt as he watched Changmin go into Junsu’s room, instead turning towards the couple in the kitchen. Jaejoong’s glare had turned deadly when he saw Junsu’s reaction to Yoochun’s rejection, and Yunho had a similar frown on his face. Yoochun gulped, intimidated, but he needed to know who the person in his dream was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Yes? Was there something you wanted, or do you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; what you’re going to say?” Came the scathing remark from the band umma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Look, I know you angry that I don’t know who I’m dreaming about (I don’t know &lt;i&gt;why &lt;/i&gt;you’re angry, though), but I know you know who it is. So?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“So what?” Yunho asked, knowing what it was Yoochun wanted but unwilling to make this easy for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“So… who is it?” Yoochun demanded, getting fed up with the evasive pair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“We’re not going to just &lt;i&gt;tell&lt;/i&gt; you, Yoochun. You’re going to have to figure it out yourself, which shouldn’t be too hard, since the answer has been staring at you in the face this whole time! And I swear, if you hurt that boy, I will personally see to it that you’re life becomes a living hell!” Jaejoong whispered menacingly, and then as one, the two turned and headed out of the kitchen. Yoochun was left stading alone, in shock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘What does he mean the answer’s been here this whole time? I just don’t understand him…’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;And he headed back into his room to contemplate the mystery that was his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;-------------------&lt;b&gt;Meanwhile, in Junsu’s room…&lt;/b&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Suyah?” Changmin said softly, stepping into the dark room, spotting a small figure curled up on the bed, quiet sobs filling the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Aw, Susu, don’t cry. He didn’t mean it, you know that.” He comforted, sitting on the bed and pulling a weeping Junsu into his arms. “He was just being… well, himself. You know how oblivious he is.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I know,” Junsu sniffled, cuddling closer to his comforter. “But I’ve been trying so hard to get him to notice me, and every time I try to spend time with him, he just blows me off! I’m starting to think that maybe…” He trailed off, face become pained and more tears starting to fall from deep brown eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Maybe what, Su?” Minnie questioned quietly, hugging Junsu closer to himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Maybe… he’ll never love me.” He said quietly, letting out a soft sob.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Don’t say that Su!” Changmin pulled away, lifting Junsu’s chin and forcing him to meet his eyes. “Of course he’ll love you, he’d be an idiot not too! It’s just taking him a while to realize what his heart has been telling him all along.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Thank you, Minnie,” Junsu sniffled, smiling tentatively up at the giant prince that held him in his arms. “You always know the right things to say to make me feel better.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Of course I do,” came the smug reply. “I’m Changmin, how could I not know?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Junsu smacked him on the shoulder, giggling at the indignant “Hey!” it produced. Then he sighed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“It’s just… so frustrating, Min! I’ve tried everything! The other day, we even went swimming together, and I wore really clingy swim trunks, and he didn’t even look at me! And all I could concentrate on was him, with all that water and topless-ness… What am I doing wrong?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Well, for starters, stop talking about Yoochun being wet and topless. That’s not something I want to picture, thank you very much. Now, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; on the other hand…” He said with a cheesy grin. Junsu laughed, hitting Changmin on the shoulder again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Minnie, stop teasing me! I know you have a crush on me, but we both know it’s just a friendly one.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”I know, I know,” Changmin sighed. “But it’s just so much fun to tease you!” And with that, he tackled Junsu and began to tickle him again, pinning him to the bed with his larger frame. Once Junsu’s laughter had subsided, and they had curled up together on the bed, Junsu released a happy sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I love you, Minnie.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I love you to, Suyah.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“You know you’re gonna have to help me find a way to win him over, right?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Of course. I am a genius, after all.” Another smug smirk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;A giggle. “You sure are.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Outside the room, one Park Yoochun stood frozen, shock and that strange emotion he had been feeling lately coming over him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Changmin and Junsu? In LOVE?’&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;TBC…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Cliffhanger! Mwahahaha!!!!!! *gets bricked* Sorry, sorry, I know it’s a horrible place to stop, but I’m going somewhere with my family in a minute, and I had to stop somewhere. Next chapter will be up soon, so don’t kill me please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, enjoy and let me know what you think!&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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  <category>sweet dreams</category>
  <category>fanfiction</category>
  <lj:music>Weekend in New England by Barry Manilow</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Weekend in New England by Barry Manilow</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 20:10:38 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I JUST REALLY NEED TO VENT RIGHT NOW.</title>
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  <description>&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;SORRY ABOUT THIS, BUT I JUST REALLY NEED TO VENT. I&apos;m sick and tired of underclassmen (or first year marchers) arguing with me when I&apos;m right. I&apos;M SICK OF IT! It pisses me off, because I&apos;ve been marching for 3 years, so I think I know what I&apos;m talking about, but NOOOOOO, apparently they know everything about everything to do with EVERYTHING! And there&apos;s this one girl in particular, ooooohhhh she just makes me so mad! Yesterday, we were playing through our music, and our director had us hold out the first note in one of our measures. We, the flutes, played a C. And yet, all four people to the right of me (including her) were playing a B flat. She turned to the rest of us on the left side and said &quot;You guys, it&apos;s a B flat.&quot; And &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;said, &quot;No, it&apos;s not.&quot; She was like, &quot;Who said that? Was it you?&quot; And I was like &quot;Yeah.&quot; She goes &quot;It&apos;s a B flat.&quot; And I said, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;, &quot;No, it&apos;s not, it&apos;s a C.&quot; &quot;We&apos;re playing a B flat.&quot; &quot;No, it&apos;s a C.&quot; &quot;Whatever, I&apos;m not going to argue about it.&quot; I was like &quot;Then stop arguing about it and learn your music!&quot; I mean seriously, we&apos;ve had this music for like 3 months, she should know it by now! And then during a break, I can hear her playing through the music, and as soon as she realizes she&apos;s wrong, you know what she does??? She turns to everyone else and says, &quot;Hey guys, it&apos;s a C.&quot; like she was right the entire time. WTF IS HER PROBLEM??? And we have the same argument&amp;nbsp;EVERY SINGLE DAY. &quot;This is my spot, you guys.&quot; &quot;No it&apos;s not, your spot is over there.&quot; &quot;No, we&apos;re on the 20, this is my spot.&quot; &quot;No, we&apos;re on the 40, you&apos;re spot is over there.&quot; &quot;.......Hey guys, we&apos;re on the 20! This is my spot!&quot; NOBODY F-ING CARES ABOUT YOUR STUPID SPOT! WE&apos;RE TRYING TO FIND OURS, WE&apos;RE NOT WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH! It just pisses me off. I try to be nice to her, I really do, and I&apos;ve only made her cry once (and it was last year, and she totally deserved what I said to her coz I wasn&apos;t even being that mean), but I&apos;ve had it up to HERE with her attitude. I&apos;m a senior now, so no more mister nice guy. *sigh* Again, sorry about souding like a bitch, but honestly, I am one sometimes, and I acknowledge this fact. I try to be nice, but I can only take so much stupid before I snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, *HUGS* to my f-list!!! You&apos;re all awesome! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone wants to see a video of my school marching, let me know, coz it&apos;s pretty freaking awesome! (well, in my mind ^^)&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <category>angry rant</category>
  <lj:music>Breathe by Anna Nalick</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Breathe by Anna Nalick</media:title>
  <lj:mood>pissed off</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 17:51:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ooooooookay, here&apos;s Ch. 2 of Sweet Dreams!!!! Thank you to everyone who convinced me to keep this story going, I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as the last one ^^&amp;nbsp; Dedicated once again to &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_ilovessyou&apos; lj:user=&apos;ilovessyou&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://ilovessyou.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ilovessyou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Shari, this is for you, girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;What was that about?!&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Title: Sweet Dreams Ch. 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Author: Me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Pairing: Yoosu (with a little bit of JaeHo and MinSu thrown into the mix)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Disclaimer: *sigh* Not mine… but maybe someday…?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Summary: &lt;span style=&quot;COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Note: Major bubbly!Junsu, oblivious!Yoochun, umma!Jaejoong, and crafty!Min for all sorts of fluffy funny goodness. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Minnie, stop it! AHHHHHHH!!!!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;As Yoochun stepped into the kitchen, the loud dolphin squeal hit his ears, and he turned to the other two members located in the kitchen; Jaejoong was bustling around the stove making who-knows-what, and Yunho was reclining at the kitchen table, watching his lover work. Yoochun raised an eyebrow at them in silent question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“They’re playing soccer on the playstation. Changmin is losing.” Jaejoong said without turning around, as if that explained everything. Yoochun gave him a flat look, used to Jaejoong’s sixth-sense about when the other members were about, then turned to Yunho for answers instead. Yunho sighed, annoyed at having been interrupted from his Joongie-gazing to answer what was, to him, an obvious question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“He figured that if nobody could beat Junsu in a fair game, he would have to cheat,” Yunho explained with a roll of his eyes. “Obviously, his plan seems to have some merit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yoochun decided it might be worth the risk to his health to see what exactly Changmin had classified as “cheating” (because as we all know, some of Changmin’s more… shall we say ‘adventurous’ ideas had resulted in various bruises and damaged furniture), so he cautiously poked his head through the door connecting the kitchen and the living room. What he saw, though, was something he didn’t expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Minnie!!!! Get… uekyangkyang … off!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Changmin had abandoned his controller and was now sitting between Junsu’s legs, tickling him without mercy. Junsu’s infectious laughter bounced off the walls, making Changmin’s already huge grin grow even wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Not until you say I’ve won,” he said, smirking down at the laughing dolphin boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Okay, okay, you… uekyangkyang… win!!!! Just stop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Changmin sat back with a triumphant and smug look on his face. As innocent as the scene was, Yoochun felt the faintest stirring of some emotion he couldn’t place. Was it anger…? Anger at what? At the fact that Changmin was in between Junsu’s spread legs with Junsu lying underneath him, flushed and panting from exertion and looking absolutely hump-able? Wait, what? Nah, couldn’t be that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Junsu was now pouting up at Changmin, looking so adorably put-out that Changmin couldn’t keep his smirk up. He leaned over and flicked the small nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Don’t pout Junsu-hyung. Let’s go get some ice-cream!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Junsu’s pout instantly turned into a beaming smile, blinding Changmin, who fell backwards from the awesome force of Junsu’s sparkle-sparkle mode. Junsu leaped to his feet, bringing Changmin with him, which was no easy task considering how much taller and heavier Changmin was compared to him. As he turned towards the kitchen, ready to tell the band-umma where he and Minnie were going, he spotted Yoochun’s head sticking halfway out of the door. Undaunted, he skipped happily over to Yoochun, who failed to notice as he was still lost in thought, swinging Changmin’s hand in his as he dragged him over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Chunnie, guess what?! Minnie said he’d get me ice-cream! Do you want to come with us?” Junsu babbled happily, still smiling his mega-watt grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Huh?” Was Yoochun’s bright reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Changmin rolled his eyes, impatient to go get that ice-cream he had promised Junsu (and maybe even have Junsu share it with him… hehehe).&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“He asked if you wanted to go get ice-cream with us. Really, hyung, you should pay more attention to your surroundings.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yoochun leveled him with a glare, but let the comment slide, writing his grumpiness off to being hungry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Uh, thanks Su, but not today.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Okay!” Not losing a beat, Junsu then called out to Jaejoong, “Yoongwong-hyungie, me and Minnie are going out to get some ice-cream!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“You’d better save room for dinner, or else! I’ve not been slaving over this hot stove all day just so you can go out and stuff yourself with ice-cream!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Boo, you know Changmin’s stomach. He’ll probably end up eating half of Junsu’s ice-cream, come home and end up eating at least 3 plates of your delicious cooking.” Yunho soothed his agitated lover. They heard a giggle, and then the front door slammed closed. Jaejoong sighed, and leaned against his hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Those two are going to be the death of me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“But you love them anyway,” came Yoochun’s comment as he stepped back into the kitchen, interrupting the moment. Jaejoong just sighed again, and went back over to his oven. Yunho watched him go, love reflected in his eyes, then looked over at Yoochun. “Decided not to go with them?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Uh, yeah. Listen, I have something I want to talk to you guys about.” Yoochun said, sitting down at the table and nervously running his hand through his hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Does this have anything to do with your dream last night?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“It… huh?” Yoochun was at a loss for words. “You, uh… you know about that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Oh please, Yoochun,” Jaejoong scoffed, looking offended. “Our room is right next to yours. We could hear you moaning through the walls.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Well, I could say the same about you two!” Yoochun shot back, a red flush creeping up on his cheeks. Yunho just shrugged, and stated calmly “We warned you when you took that room what we would be doing. Now,” Yunho began, seeing Yoochun about to protest, “I know you did it to keep the two “babies” innocent, but I’m sure that Changmin wouldn’t have minded all that much. He does have his ‘videos’, after all.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yoochun’s scathing remark died on his lips, as the truth of that statement sunk in. Oh well. The decision had been made, and he’d just have to live with it. He coughed, and began again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Anyways… you see… there’s this guy…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“A guy?” Jaejoong interrupted with a smirk. “Who woulda thought, Park Yoochun dreaming about a guy instead of some really, really, ridiculously good looking woman.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Shut up!” Yoochun growled, getting exasperated with Jaejoong’s teasing. Jaejoong raised his hands in a placating gesture, realizing he had been taking things to far. He turned back to his cooking, still listening to Yoochun speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“ANYWAYS, this guy… I think I’m in love with him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Really?” Yunho raised an eyebrow, surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Yeah. But the thing is… I don’t know who he is.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Jaejoong suddenly froze, becoming very still.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“What?” He whispered menacingly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“I said I don’t know who he is,” Yoochun repeated, oblivious to the imminent danger that now faced him in the form of Jaejoong’s wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“You don’t know who he is?” Jaejoong’s voice slowly increased in volume with each word. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHO HE IS?!?!?!?!?!?! PARK YOOCHUN, I OUGHT TO SKIN YOU ALIVE!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Yunho quickly jumped up in time to intercept Jaejoong, who had taken a flying leap towards Yoochun in an attempt to physically remove his face. Yoochun scrambled away in fear, knocking over the chair he was sitting on in his haste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;“Yoochun, run! I can’t hold him much longer!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;That was all the prompting Yoochun needed, and he flew out of the kitchen and back into his room, locking the door as Jaejoong’s almost inhuman howls followed after him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;What the hell was &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; about?!&lt;/i&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;Tbc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt&quot;&gt;a/n: Ohhh, seems like Jaejoong and Yunho know who the person in his dreams are too, and Joongie’s not happy about Chunnie not knowing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you guys think!</description>
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  <category>sweet dreams</category>
  <category>fanfiction</category>
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  <lj:music>Dreamer by Bethany Dillon</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Dreamer by Bethany Dillon</media:title>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 15:43:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&amp;nbsp;Okay, I told Shari I would attempt to write a fic for her, and I did! Hope you enjoy it, hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Sweet Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Author: &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser  ljuser-name_seekin4therapy&apos; lj:user=&apos;seekin4therapy&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://seekin4therapy.livejournal.com/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;17&apos; height=&apos;17&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://seekin4therapy.livejournal.com/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;seekin4therapy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Yoochun is having trouble sleeping. Who could the mysterious person in his dreams be? And once he realizes who it is, what will he do about it? Fluff, smut, angst…?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Please be gentle. It’s my first time :) (I don&apos;t know if this should be chaptered, or if I sould keep it a one-shot...)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Sweet Dreams&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black&quot;&gt;/He stroked the hot, throbbing organ, sliding his finger over the slit and smearing pre-cum around the head. The person above him gasped and panted, whimpering every now and then, twisting the bed sheets hard enough to tear. He lowered his head slowly, bringing the erection to his mouth. His lips closed over the tip, and the person cried out…/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“SHIT!” Yoochun shot up, nearly falling out of his bed. He looked around frantically, searching for what had woken him up. His gaze finally came to a rest on the tent in his pajama bottoms. “Oh man,” he groaned, smacking his forehead. “It was just a dream. A damn good one, I might add.” He cursed the fates for waking him before he could see who the beautiful boy was. The dream had seemed so real, as though he was actually there, doing it (A/N: no pun intended). He shut his eyes tightly, trying to recall the vivid images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black&quot;&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;Slender legs wrapped around his waist, hugging him closer to that small, lithe body. A perfectly chiseled chest, slightly muscled with rosy nipples hardening to little peaks, rising and falling with each panting breath the boy took. Shapely arms clung to his neck, delicate fingers threading through his mussed hair. A long porcelain neck arched up gracefully to meet a sweetly heart shaped face. His lips were full and pink, trembling with suppressed passion. A slight nose curved gently up, not to big and not to small; perfect. Messy auburn hair fell around the boys shell shaped ears, soft to the touch, maybe even softer than HIS hair…nah. Just as he saw the almond shaped eyes…&lt;/i&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black&quot;&gt;“DAMN!” Yoochun once again cursed his luck. The image had faded away just as if he was trying to hold water in his cupped hands. “Double damn.” He had another problem to take care of. He got out of bed and grabbed a towel, stepping out into the hallway and looking around to see if any of the other members were up, before rushing into the bathroom. He slipped his night shirt off over his head and discarded it on the floor along with his pants and briefs. By now, his “problem” had diminished a little, but enough was left to annoy him. He turned on the water, the hot spray soothing as well as burning his tanned skin. He stepped in, wondering how he was going to deal with &lt;i&gt;this &lt;/i&gt;one. An idea struck him. He picked up a sponge and lathered it with lavender soap. As he slowly caressed his body with it, he closed his eyes and imagined the boy was in the shower with him, bathing him and running the sponge tantalizingly over his flushed skin. He traced light circles on his stomach, pretending it was the boy’s tongue lapping up the water and sweat. He groaned, seeing that hot pink organ trailing down his stomach, dipping into his navel, working its way maddeningly towards the point of his desire. Yoochun dropped the sponge, wrapping a hand around his shaft, hissing as he finally acquired the friction he craved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black&quot;&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;To hell with it all!&lt;/i&gt;’ he thought, and started pumping himself for all he was worth. He imagined the boy’s heated mouth surrounding him, swallowing him whole, delving deep into that hot, sweet cavern. He moaned, a deep vibration in the back of his throat. The heat was throbbing all around him, and as he pulled back and slammed himself deeper, the boy hummed deep in his throat, strumming the chords of Yoochun’s desire. It was too much, and with one last thrust he came, crying out with the force of it. It seemed to last forever, and when it was finally over, Yoochun felt as though his brains had liquefied and shot out with his seed. That had been one of the most amazing experiences he’d ever had, and it was only a dream! “Damn is my sex life non-existent,” he mumbled to himself, turning off the shower and stepping out. As he toweled himself dry, pulling on his pants and exiting the bathroom, the single word he had cried out when he orgasmed echoed back through the bathroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt&quot;&gt;“Junsu!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;FONT-SIZE: 9pt; COLOR: black&quot;&gt;Tbc…?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo~ *blushes* Tell me what you think, okay bb?</description>
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  <category>fiction</category>
  <category>yoosu</category>
  <lj:music>Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis</media:title>
  <lj:mood>hopeful</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 02:53:21 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Allright, another day of band over (omg, it&apos;s so HOT outside! like, &lt;strong&gt;102&lt;/strong&gt; degrees!). I finally got signed up for my college English class (took for-freaking-ever just to register). I was going to take Sociology and Psychology this year, because I have so many free spaces in my schedule, but now I think I&apos;m gonna take Photojournalism and/or Sign Language. I discovered on my&amp;nbsp;vacation to Maine that I can actually take pretty&amp;nbsp;good pictures of scenery. Here are some of the pictures I took:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Yes, I actually took ALL of these...&quot;&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid2&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Yes, I actually all of these...&quot;&gt;You&apos;ll have to forgive me, I know there&apos;s a lot of&amp;nbsp;flowers. But&amp;nbsp;you just don&apos;t see many of these flowers in Texas, so I just&amp;nbsp;had to&amp;nbsp;have pictures of them.&amp;nbsp;^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001h6wp/&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001h6wp/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001khcx/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001khcx/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001pret/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001pret/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001qhtq/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001qhtq/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the island we stayed on from on top of a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001ryp0/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;This is a picture of the island we stayed on from on top of a mountain.&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001ryp0/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001sdha/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001sdha/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001tw85/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001tw85/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001wxrq/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001wxrq/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001xb75/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001xb75/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00023pxk/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00023pxk/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/000244d3/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/000244d3/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001yt3k/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001zxxw/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/0001zxxw/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00020twk/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00020twk/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00021xkg/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00021xkg/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00022x0s/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;240&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/seekin4therapy/pic/00022x0s/s320x240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aigoo~ I know, it&apos;s a &lt;em&gt;ton&lt;/em&gt; of pictures! Tell me if they&apos;re good or not, I can&apos;t tell... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was thinking about writing a fic, but I don&apos;t know if I&apos;m gonna have enough time... hmmm. It would be my first one... we&apos;ll see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here&apos;s another question from the newley self-appointed &lt;strong&gt;Computer Idiot&lt;/strong&gt;: What do I use if I want to view .rar files? Everyone and anyone that knows how, please help me. *&lt;em&gt;FAILS&lt;/em&gt;* God, I even annoy myself with all of these questions... but hey, if I get an answer, that&apos;s one less thing I have a question about!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Fear is being stuck in traffic and you just had two cups of coffee and a bran muffin. - John Mendoza</description>
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  <category>vacation</category>
  <category>computer issues</category>
  <lj:music>Purple Line by DBSK</lj:music>
  <media:title type="plain">Purple Line by DBSK</media:title>
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