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Ai no Thema




I'm not sure whether or not I'll leave the fiction posts on this journal active, but I might for some time, for the sake of people you put one of my stories in their memories.
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Me, my sister, dad and our neighbor went on holiday together. We decided on Thailand, since the 3 of us had already been there and liked it and our neighbor wanted something more adventurous. He had never been out of our country before and we wanted him to have a nice adventure. We had booked two different hotels, which were right beside each other, directly at the beach (there were more hotels at that place right beside each other, but each of them wasn’t really big, so I guess that’s the reason for getting two different hotels that time). Me and my sister shared one room and my dad had his own in one hotel, our neighbor was in the hotel beside ours.

One day, it was around noon, me and my sister decided to go swimming. We spent some time on the beach, swimming around, when we thought, we saw the fin of a shark somewhere in the water. We weren’t really sure, but better be safe than sorry, so we got out of the water and walked along the beach. We stayed there quite some time, just going around the water, before we decided to head back. We passed a rather narrow way, which had water on one side and a fence on the other, when we thought we saw the shark coming closer to us. Scared, we entered the very next building there. We found ourselves in another hotel and walked around, trying to find another exit to it, so we could go back to our own.

We entered and left several rooms. Like a lobby, a place with tables and a bar and then a nice big room, which had huge windows on one side, showing the pools and garden and the back of the hotel. We found our neighbor there, among other guests from the hotel, which were getting all a massage. We went over to him and talked to him.

“Oh hey, what are you doing?”
“I thought of getting a massage today,” he answered. “I went bowling yesterday, which was really a lot of fun.”
I was really excited about it instantly, I did want to go bowling. “So, maybe we can meet tonight and play all together? We’ll let our father know,” I said.
He nodded at that and my sister promised to call him, when we decided to come over this evening. With that we left again and stepped out into the garden. The gardens of all hotels were in a row, separated by fences and low walls. All pools were outside and from there, one could walk down a nice, wide beach.

Me and my sister walked along those gardens, trying to find an entrance to the one of our hotel, to get back to our room. We were both wearing some kind of bathrobe, just not in white, but in colors, and our swimsuits underneath, but it was definitely time to put on some other clothes now. We walked past our hotel (we couldn’t really recognize it from the other side yet, since we had been there only for one day). I did realize though, that we were too far already and I turned around, to look back at the different hotels, trying to recognize ours among them. We were standing beside another garden now, separated from the path of the beach by low stone walls. I looked over and saw a group of people getting ready to play in the pool. The strange thing was, they were mostly other Asians, not Thais. I looked over again and recognized Han Geng among them, with spiky, light colored hair, laughing and joking. There was Leeteuk as well and Siwon, from what I could see.

“Let’s go over,” I said and walked straight down to the entrance through the wall. My sister had not much other choice than to follow. All I could think of at this moment was, how to approach Geng and talk to him. he looked so young, as if he was still caught up in 2007, so what should I address him with? Hankyung? Han Geng? But that was so hard to pronounce! I’d just make a fool out of myself.

A little intimidated by everything, I just stood at the side and watched them for a while. They had a hammock, which they held with their hands and Geng tried to climb into it. They were cheering for him, but it was hard, he nearly fell down from it once and then, when he was on top of it, the others had trouble holding him up with just their arms’ strength. Siwon was trying the hardest and suddenly his robe started ripping from the chest down. I jumped over and prevented the thing from ripping all the way, since he couldn’t just let go of the hammock and let Geng fall down. They put it down slowly, while I held Siwon’s robe and he thanked me for it, when he took over. I just nodded, smiled a bit stupidly (hell, who wouldn’t?) and wanted to retreat already. But Siwon urged me to stay and wait a moment, while he went back inside to change clothes.

At least with Siwon I could talk in English, as for the rest… not possible. I watched Leeteuk talking with some other guys, as well as Geng retreating back into the hotel and I just stood there, awkwardly and sighed. My sister came up to me and asked what was wrong, why didn’t we go back to our hotel already. I motioned with my arms that we couldn’t yet, but decided to stay silent, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of her. She knew I liked some Asian groups, but that was about it, she never been interested in any more details. And I doubted she would understand if I told her, who I had just met (and how strange it still was, that all of them looked so young).

Soon Siwon came back again and held 3 coffee to go cups in his hands. He gave me sister one and then another one to me. We thanked him and he smiled again, before he asked, where we are from. My sister’s English has never been the best, so she was pretty uninterested in having a conversations all in English, so she wandered off again to the pool and I saw her go to the cocktail bar at the side, maybe to get something alcoholic to drink. I smiled apologetically at Siwon and then told him where we are from and that we decided to spend our holiday here. We talked a bit more and I mentioned at some point, how interesting it was, that they all looked so young again, even though it was already 2011 and that they were in good relationship with Geng again, enough to even spend some free time together.

Siwon just stared at me, confused by what I had just said. Okay, so it really wasn’t 2011 for them? Did that mean I had turned back in time? Or what was wrong here? I stared at Siwon and then at my coffee (which I had barely touched, since I don’t like coffee). We had sat down at a table and as I looked around, I realized that my sister, along with everyone else, had gone back inside of the hotel, because it was slowly getting dark outside now.

“Sorry for confusing you,” I said after a short silence. “For me, it’s 2011 already. I guess… I might have come from the future… then?” Saying it out loud was really strange like that, because I did sound a bit crazy. I really shouldn’t have started that, I thought, as Siwon looked at me as if I really had lost my mind. Then, he laughed though, probably thinking I had only made a joke. He went along with it.

“Tell me about that future,” he asked of me and looked at me expectantly.

Okay, what to tell him? I should be honest, sure, but still, he wouldn’t really believe me anyway. “Super Show… in that year you start your 4th tour. Going around in all of Asia and other parts as well even,” I finally said.

He seemed rather delighted at that. “Oh really? That sounds great.”

“Yeah…” I sighed, “though, you won’t be with all members than anymore.” His questioning gaze made me pause. “You will be down to… wait, let me count a second,” I said, “9 members. You weren’t able to stay all together.” I wasn’t sure if he started believing me or not, but I didn’t want to tell him any more of that subject than I had. It was amazing, that they had lasted that long, but still, it was obvious that Siwon had hoped for more (judging from the way he looked at me now). But he did seem to understand, that this was all I was willing to tell him.

“Apart from that… well, you’re getting quite successful with your dramas!” I told him, which instantly brought his mood back up again a bit. I knew it was his dream to become an actor, he had said so several times, so maybe telling him he would play the main role for different dramas would make him happy and make him work harder towards that goal. Though I wasn’t sure how my stay here would affect the future. “You’re doing some dramas in Korea, as well as in Taiwan.”

“Taiwan as well?” he frowned. Oh, maybe there was no Super Junior M yet? Maybe they hadn’t even talked about the possibility of it yet, I wasn’t so sure. But I nodded.

“Yes, even Taiwan. Though it makes you really busy. You go there for one month, com back home one day, then go away for another month again…” I trailed off. Not my business to tell him anything about upcoming promotions and him not being present here.

He was excited about the news and wanted to hear more. I talked to him about those dramas, that I had watched and enjoyed them and that he was getting better with every new challenge. I was honest with him and told him about his earlier mistakes, how he needed some time to get into his role and present it to the public better. But he never took my words as too harsh, he nodded and listened (and probably took some mental notes). Overall though, I said I was very content with his performance in all dramas and was sure that he’d get even better in the future. We kept talking about some things, just some light conversation, when suddenly he changed the topic, more mumbling to himself than really saying anything, that, if he knew the future, he could have a second chance in many other things a well. Namely love.

I realized that it was an important thing to him and that there must be something that had really shaken him and left him heartbroken. Never had I tried to pry for information, when it came to the boys’ private life, so I wasn’t really sure how to react now and what to say. So I lay my hand on top of his before speaking.

“I don’t know anything about your private life, I have no idea what has happened to you, but if you love someone, if she is that important to you, all you have to do is keep trying. I know it’s hard and especially distance can make things unbearable, but life means making compromises. You want to make the drama in Taiwan? Then you have to realize that you can’t be home often. And she has to accept those things as well. Love is life’s biggest challenge. Don’t give up and don’t despair. Just, try your best.” It was the best advice I could give him. Was he maybe talking about Stella? I knew they had been dating before debut, and if this Siwon was really still as young as it seemed, then he was maybe still heartbroken over not being able to spend a lot of time with her. They might have broken up at that point, I had no idea. I didn’t care either. Everything about Siwon’s personal live didn’t concern me at all.

He looked at me, then ordered another coffee. There was something behind his eyes, some emotions playing inside of him, which I couldn’t really put my finger on. Had he treated the things I said earlier still as a joke, he was now becoming a bit more interested in them. What if they were true? I wondered if I really should have told him what I had.

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have told you the things I did. I mean… I’m not even sure what this is. Did I go back in time? Or did in this special part here time just move slower than in the rest of the dimension? It’s strange, really, I’m not even sure if things I did here, will have any effect on the outcome of the future,” I sighed and was ready to leave again. But somehow I couldn’t. We kept sitting there, silent. Siwon drank at least 2 more coffee, still a deep frown on his face. As the 3rd coffee he had ordered, came, I pushed the cup down from the table. “Don’t drink so much coffee, that’s bad for you.”

He pouted a bit. “But that was my best coffee…” he sighed and I apologized. We were just both a bit tense because of everything. But he didn’t hold it against me. Soon enough he smiled again (though just a bit).

“I’m not sure if this will have any effect,” he said, “I’m not even sure if I can trust you on what you said, or if you just came up with all of that just now. But I feel like I want to trust you,” he said and before I could say anything in return, he took out two cards from his pocket and gave them to me. I looked at them and frowned deeply.

“But I-“ I couldn’t really say anything. He had given me a credit card, obviously with his name and everything, but why? As well as a card of something I couldn’t really understand at first. It was more of a small pamphlet in Korean. I turned it around and it said something about Baptist Church on the back, along with an address. I looked up at him again.

“That way I will know if I can trust you,” he said. “The credit card… if you use it to buy something or get money, I’ll know if you were trustworthy or not. And if you know where my church is, you can come and see me. If you bring the pamphlet with you, I can be sure that it’s really you and that we really met in the past,” he said and took the pamphlet from me again. He wrote down several times and dates, before he handed it back to me. “Usually I will attend church on those days at these times. Come and meet me in the future,” he said.

At that I just shook my head. “There’s no need for that,” I said. “It doesn’t matter if you can trust me or not, because… if this is just a bizarre, distorted part of my dimension, where already years have passed, I’m not sure if it will have any effect. And… you’re never going to see me again. I might see you, from an audience, too far away for you to notice me, so why give me those?” I motioned towards the card and pamphlet. There was no way I was going to end up in Korea and meet him there. And, even if, the time difference was far too great, so what good would it do? I sighed. Those things wouldn’t really help him find out if I was trustworthy or not. I thought about how to show him for some time, then I took the pen from him and pulled off a corner of the pamphlet, writing down the date of SM Town Paris. He already knew I was from Europe, so if I gave him that date, maybe he’d realize later on, that I had said the truth. I didn’t tell him what the date was for, I just smiled and told him to keep it.

That moment my sister came back from inside the hotel and asked me, if we should go back, since we had promised our neighbor to go and play bowling with him. I nodded. I stood up from the table and was ready to say my goodbye, when it seemed as if Siwon couldn’t see me anymore, as if I was fading. He stood up as well, looked around. The card and pamphlet still lay on the table, he took them and came some steps forward, searching for me and my sister, as if we had vanished on the spot. I could still see him, but when I tried to touch him, my hand went right through his arm. I managed to pull the card and pamphlet from his fingers, before he also seemed to grow transparent. I turned around and left the garden with my sister, going back to our own hotel room.

I decided to go to Paris by car. I knew going by train or even flying over might be less trouble for me, but I never thought I’d attend the two concerts anyway, but if I came by car I would at least have the freedom to leave whenever I wanted.
For the trip I borrowed the car of my sisters boyfriend, because it’s big and comfortable and had enough space to support all luggage I wanted to take with me (especially for food and water, because I just didn’t trust the French too much and didn’t want to pay for groceries in such a big city, knowing they’d be a little overpriced).
On Friday I rode my car to the venue and tried to find a good place to park. I drove around the streets some time, but wasn’t able to find a good enough place first. I stopped some streets away, because I found good parking space there, which seemed safe enough for me to leave my car there for one night, maybe two if needed.

I got out of the car and tried to get my things together. Because first thing that happened was, that I lost one show while getting out and stepping into a pile of water. sigh
Great way to start my time in Paris! My shoe had fallen into the water as well, so I had to change them (I was very happy at this point that I had taken a spare pair with me). Anyway, while I changed my shoes at one side of the car, some young people at the other side tried to get into it and maybe rob me off my groceries or other luggage I had still stored inside. I noticed them.
I started cursing at them, shying them away from the car, but they wouldn’t let it go. They kept lingering around me and the car, as if just waiting for me to leave. I was beyond pissed.
I took out my cell phone, but of course I didn’t know how to call the police in French and tell them to come. I asked someone who was walking the streets (a young couple) to call the police in my limited French (I kinda only said police and hoped they would understand). Luckily they did.

I had to wait for the police and was just so frustrated at the whole thing, because they wouldn’t come first, it all took so long and the other people were very rude as well. Nobody spoke any decent English and I was left on my own. At some point I started crying even (it was just too much for me). They had also damaged the car of my sister’s boyfriend and I felt so bad because of that, because he had been so nice to lend it to me for the whole weekend.
It was horrible. And on top of that I missed the concert. Yes, it took that long for the police to settle everything and get their things together.
In the end they did help me, but… I was just so sad about having missed the concert. It was so unfair. I only had a ticket for Friday, so there was no way I could make it to Saturday’s show. I deflated on a bench beside the car.

At this point I already thought about leaving, driving home and forget my dream of ever seeing Super Junior live. I tried not to cry again at this thought.
It was getting later and I thought I should better find some place to stay, when someone walked down the street and bumped into me. I apologized instantly, the police had just left and I didn’t feel like getting into more trouble right now. Maybe the man would be angry and scream at me? He didn’t though.
We shook hands and he told me how sorry he was that all of this had happened to me. He had heard about the police and sirens and my situation. He had driven by before and seen it. Now he was on his way back to the hotel.
I told him about the story, because I was still so frustrated and had vowed to never visit Paris or France for that matter, ever again. He laughed a little at my description and I was so glad he knew English.

He was probably around 40 years old, a nice man, he looked friendly and was very polite. I liked him. First it didn’t even register with me that he was Asian, I mean, there are many Asians in Paris, so why should that astonish me in any way?
We talked some more and I told him about my frustration at being unable to attend the second concert date, because I had missed the first one due to this horrible happening and that I would probably drive him this night already because I had no reason to stay anymore. Suddenly he looked very serious and shook his head.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of things.” He said. I was surprised and a little suspicious. I mean, who was this man? He hadn’t even told me his name yet or what he did.

He gave me the card of a hotel and told me to come to the venue before the concert started the next day. He gave me another card with Korean characters and said to show said card to the security. Then he left.
Dumbfounded I just stood there. What the hell had just happened? Who was this man? What was he trying to do? Why did he give me a card?
I was really curious as to what would happen if I really did stay the night and decided to go to the concert the next day. I had no ticket. The worst thing that could happen was, that they would send me home again. But I still could try.

I spent the night at a hotel, scared of being outside on my own. It was expensive, yes, but I felt better, since I could also park my car in the secure parking lot of the hotel. Since I knew I didn’t need to get to the venue early, I walked around town a little. I reached the venue at the right time, the concert would stat soon and I just wanted to check whatever the man had said would get me a surprise.
And what happened? I was really led inside the venue! No idea why or what was going on, by security made way for me and led me inside. I didn’t have a seat, I was required to stay at the side, not even in the main hall of the concert venue. I could barely see anything that was happening on stage.

There were a lot of people around me, both Asian and non-Asian, being busy, coordinating stuff. I figured I was put into the place of people maybe dealing with the audio engineering of the whole concert, but it was better than nothing.
I stood there up against the wall, watching the concert. I could see a tiny part of the stage and the right left side of seats for the audience. I saw some Super Junior members jump through the rows up there, singing and having fun. Unfortunately I was unable to enjoy the concert as much as I would have in the audience, but compared to not being present at all, it was definitely better.
Time passed and it was over way too soon. I felt very regretful, because I had enjoyed my time there and had wanted it to never end. Of course it had to at some point, I watched the lights go on inside the venue and then I turned back to the wall, waiting for some security guy to lead me outside again. But nobody came.

People just got a little more hectic around me and I tried to stay out of their way. Up a little stairway I saw the man from yesterday again. He was smiling, being happy, talking to many different people who seemed to be staff members of some sort. I wanted to wave, go to him and thank him for this opportunity when suddenly Siwon came through a corridor at the right, went up to him and hugged him.
Okay, I thought, better not get too involved in this, you have no idea who he is or why you were so lucky to get inside here, so don’t draw any attention to you and stay back, you might get to witness more things!
I stepped back against my wall and decided to stay quiet. Siwon left again. The man looked around and made his way down to my place, he recognized me as he passed me and turned around to speak with me. His face was glowing from happiness and I couldn’t help smiling back.

“How was it?” he asked, just as excited as I felt.

“Wonderful!” I answered. He gestured to a table that was a bit at the side. Not a normal table to sit down, but you know those higher tables, when you go to a bar or pub to stand and drink your beer? It was one of those tables.

I stood back against the wall, leaning beside the table, he stood at the other side, across from me. He gave me a bottle of water, I was so thankful. I was hungry and thirsty, indeed, but I didn’t want to say anything because I was grateful enough he had helped me get inside in the first place. He asked me more stuff about how I had liked it and I was still very excited, so most of it came out in a rush and later I felt embarrassed for fangirling so much in front of this man.
He just laughed and waved it off, telling me he really enjoyed me being happy and so excited. He was so nice and I enjoyed talking to him immensely.

At some point some minutes later he excused himself suddenly and told me he would be back later. I didn’t know where he went, but I kept standing at my place at the table. I drank water and played a little with my fingers, still unbelieving of the situation around me. I was just looking around when I heard a soft hey coming from the right side. He must be back.

I turned around to greet him again, when I looked into Kyuhyun’s face. Right there. Beside me. He stood at the table at my side. Still a little unkempt and tousled from the concert, but it was definitely him. He was wearing a light Tshirt, maybe in gray or some sort of beige, there wasn’t enough light to really tell. He smiled. It was awkward instantly, because I couldn’t even say hello properly. I just said Hi, my throat closing in embarrassment.
Luckily the man came back and introduced us (not that I didn’t already know who I had in front of me, but… okay).
Me and Kyuhyun shook hands. And you know what? They’re warm! But seemed so small in mine.

Well, great. What could I do now? I knew no Korean at all, what could I tell him? I couldn’t just start telling him how great I thought the concert was and everything, because he wouldn’t even understand that.
The man and Kyuhyun started talking in Korean and I just stood there, quietly and on my own, watching them interact. Looking at Kyuhyun’s face not even 1m away from mine enough, even without understanding a single word of what they said. Suddenly Kyuhyun left again. I stared after him as he made his way back to the stairs and disappeared.

God, was I disappointed. I had just shaken hands with him and told him my name (I think I did at least, I might have been too nervous and excited) and now he had already left. My disappointment must have shown on my face, because the man suddenly laughed a little and rubbed my shoulder quickly.

“Don’t worry.” He said and I seriously felt like huffing at him in frustration. That was easy for him to say, wasn’t it?

Luck was though yet again on my side, because Kyuhyun came back just a short time later, a plate of food in his hand. Yes, food. From the looks of it, it seemed to be Pizza. He came back and started talking to the man again. Kyuhyun seemed to be just as anxious as I felt, knowing he couldn’t really communicate with me. I tried at one point though, because I felt ridiculous just standing there and staring at him.

“You were fabulous!” I told him, way too fast and way too sputtered for him to actually understand. He stared at me, confused.

The man disappeared again suddenly and I was all asdlhlhaskfkhag why are you leaving now, don’t you see I need assistance here?. But he was gone already. Kyuhyun stared at me, waiting for me to explain or at least repeat what I had said. I sighed. This was horrible.

“Yesterday.” I gestured over my shoulder, like trying to make him understand hat I meant the day we had left behind. He stared at me, smiled awkwardly, but still didn’t understand. Okay, next try.
I grabbed his wrist (hesitantly, but he was wearing a watch). I pointed to it and then stretched the fingers of my hands two times, then held up four more fingers. 24 hours, that he should get, right? He tilted his head.

My god, why was this so frustrating. I felt like laughing and crying all at once. The man came to my rescue (why the hell did he always leave when I need him?). I told him that I wanted to tell Kyuhyun that he had been great and that I hoped he had enjoyed the concert yesterday as well. He translated for me.
Kyuhyun smiled at the words and said something back, the man smiled and both looked at me. What?
Why were they talking about me and more importantly what were they saying? I couldn’t really bring myself to smile back. Kyuhyun took the knife from his plate and cut the pizza on it into pieces. The man took one piece and bit into it, Kyuhyun munched on another.

He seemed to expect something from me, because when I didn’t move he turned around and looked at me, saying something in Korean, which I, of course, couldn’t understand. He turned back to the man, asked him something, whereas he only smiled and pointed into my direction.
When Kyuhyun turned back to me he was smiling a little shyly, he took the last piece of pizza on his plate and offered it to me.

“Hungry?” he asked, but it also could have been a different word entirely, he sounded horrible somehow, maybe because he was nervous, maybe just naturally so, but it was so damn awkward when I nodded shyly and took the piece of pizza to shove it into my mouth. It was kinda dry and crisp, but it was from Kyuhyun and that made everything better instantly. I guess I blushed. Of course. Who wouldn’t, seriously…
I didn’t even know what proper word of gratitude to use in this situation, I mean, what do Koreans say when they want to say thank you? I felt so stupid and just muttered thanks, which he seemed to understand though. At that point I vowed to take some Korean lessons when I got back home.

I had just taken my bottle of water to drink something, when Siwon came to our table from the left side of the hall. He hugged the hell out of this man, they obviously knew each other well and were good friends. Our table, sadly, was pretty small and was placed against the wall at one side, so the man, Kyuhyun and me had already taken all 3 sides of it.
Siwon, uncaring for that, found a high stool, which he pulled over to my side and sat down beside me there. Too good looking, smiling way too much. Yes, I was shocked and just stared at him for a moment before I could even utter a frail hello. He answered with the same greeting, smiling brightly. Aasldhjlaksjflhadg okay, I calmed myself again.
He and Kyuhyun started talking, the man said some things as well and I just sat there, being awkward, foreign and a girl. Which all added to me being unfitting for this gathering. But without notice Siwon suddenly took my hand, shook it earnestly and told me, while looking at me and still smiling brightly. “Nice to meet you!” I think my heart melted at this point.

I didn’t know where to look. Kyuhyun, who sat at my right side, or Siwon, who had taken my left side. Oh well, great… I took a sip from my water bottle.
Kyuhyun sometimes looked at me as if he wanted to say something or ask a thing or two, but didn’t know how to. The same for me, I would have loved to ask him some things, but it was obvious his English wasn’t good enough and my Korean was practically non existent.
The man seemed to enjoy our awkwardness, because he didn’t even offer any help, he just sat there, content with the world and watched us struggle. I made another attempt at conversation.

“I hope you enjoyed Paris and your time here.”

Kyuhyun stared at me. Siwon instantly translated. Omg Siwon, I just wanted to fall around his neck and thank him forever and ever, because he did it without being asked and his English must have been good enough to understand instantly.
Kyuhyun nodded, then turned back to awkward when he smiled at me to say yes, yes, I really did (at least from the looks of it, his Korean was still a rambling mess I didn’t understand). Sadly then he excused himself. He stepped back from the table and bid his goodbye. Before he still asked Siwon something, he answered back and then left. I did get to say goodbye when he looked at me again, but it was too soon. I watched him go. And yes, he does have a very nice behind, but it was the whole package of it that was just glorious. The light shirt, the dark jeans, the unkempt hair. What more could a girl want?

Well, I looked back at Siwon and he was perfection as well. I was a little too lucky, wasn’t I?
Siwon came a little closer and I noticed that he also had a plate of food with him. This time it was pasta, something close to spaghetti but it still looked delicious. And of course being himself he couldn’t just eat on his own without offering some to us as well. The man declined his offer, then he turned to me.

“Do you want some?” he asked, his accent pretty nice and decent. He smiled, I nodded shyly (I would have been out of my mind to decline such an offer).

He took another plate and placed some of his pasta on mine and gave it to me. I placed it in front of me on the table and just stared at it for a second. There was some meat in it and one lone noodle stuck to such a small, round piece, laying behind it like a tail. I took the noodle and raised it up, out of curiosity and well, it did look special.
Siwon beside me suddenly laughed and said something, to which the man started laughing as well. I stared at them in confusions (English please!). Siwon grinned suddenly, cheeky as one rarely sees him when he is on stage or in front of a camera and then he said, very seriously so, but still grinning like a little kid:

“It looks like a sperm.”

Asdkhljkasd did he really just say that?? Turning red I shoved said sperm and another portion of pasta into my mouth, munching on it. He kept watching me, grinning, being happy with himself and the world. Unconsciously I started mumbling to myself.

“When someone asks me I cannot tell them I ate some of Siwon’s sperm…”

Only when Siwon suddenly laughed beside me I realized that, yes, he had understood me. Was I grateful he didn’t feel offended by my words. The man laughed and grinned as well and I felt oh so retarded. Did Siwon’s presence make me dumb? Or had Kyuhyun taken my brain cells with him through some trick? I decided to stay silent until I had finished my pasta. Siwon did as well.
When I was finished he offered me a handkerchief to clean my hands with. Seriously, he turned from dorky kid to gentleman in mere seconds. I blushed, took it (and decided to never give it back again).
He turned then to me when I had put the handkerchief away again.

“Did you like the concert?” he asked me.

I nodded. “Yes I did.” I had even before watched some fancams from the previous date and even though I hadn’t been able to see all from my place, it had seemed that this day’s concert had been filled with more emotions. “It seemed that today… the connection between you all and the audience was greater. More feelings, more affection from both sides.” I tried to put my feelings into words.

He smiled and nodded, because he had obviously felt the same. “I’m glad you liked it.”

My heart was gone at this point. How could I not love this man, with his gentle, deep voice and his affectionate smile? I was very disappointed when he then told me he had to leave and hoped that I would spend more wonderful time in Paris (good thing he didn’t know about my adventure the day before and that I’d rather stay away from Paris now forever).

SM Town Paris 10. June 2011

( SM Town Paris Fanaccount - Part 1 )

Title: It was alone my Decision IX
Author: akita_ino
Length: oneshot
Wordcount: 6.291
Characters: Kyuhyun / Hangeng / Zhou Mi / Siwon
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, sexual references, angst

Summary: Kyuhyun is not the son his father wanted him to be. Afer everything his parents did for him he leaves school and follows a path nobody would approve of. Society rules and morals are broken and in the end, Kyuhyun finds out whether or not his decision had been right.

Disclaimer: I own nobody mentioned in this fic and claim nothing to be true. I don’t intend to make money with this and I probably will not get any, not even some charity cookies.


( It was alone my Decision IX )

hey guys!! someone any idea how to change the format of your entries in LJ? probably something with html, which I have no idea about... well, like in this entry:

http://quirke.livejournal.com/1747.html

it's much easier to read then when the text fills the whole screen. I haven't been able to find out how yet. something with columns maybe? or would it be called something different?
I seriously have no idea, I have tried several times and messed up my format beyond repair xD haha

so, if anyboday has any idea.............. please help me!



EDIT: okay, I kind of got it... still not perfect and I'm sure there's an easier solution out there, but well... as long as it works xD I hope I won't mess it up with the next entry, now that I finally got it right!

If one of you ever thinks about getting me anything (not that any of you has a reason to xD)
except from fandom related stuff, which I'm always happy about of course, THIS is what it's all about~ keke

( Because I'm a romantic fool and all the things you can do with those boxes and accessories ist just fabulous! )

First of all, this will deal with Twitter, Junsu's tweets, fandom seperation, finger pointing, SM Artists' replies to the controversy and Changmin and Yunho's comeback.

( Don't like don't read. All others, I invite inside. )