new show=happy fans


Hello everyone!! As many of you know, Hwangbo and SS501's maknae (and one of our favorite Young Masters), Kim Hyungjun, will be together in a show called Midnight Idol.

Let's show support by trending (in Twitter) #HB_HJB_M_IDOL on September 29, 2010 10:00-12:00PM Korea Time.


I don't know about you, but I am extremely excited to see these two on a show together.. It'll be a RIOT!!!

Beauty and the Beast

It'll take probably a week again before I update this blog.

Ahhh, work.. Owww, real life...

Anyway, not many of you will agree with nor like this fic. Yes, yes, I made HJ look bad again. It's a hard habit to break.. LOL..

Hmm, if you're up for the challenge, please continue reading and leave me some comments (love, hate, whatever).. If you spot errors, please please feel free to call my attention.

Much love and respect to LvK2010 for the lovely pictures.... Ate, I think I'll be using all your PSed pics for my fics from now on....
Thank you five hundred million times!!!!


Hyunjoong opened his eyes, trying to adjust to the new light given off by the morning sun.

He was never the type to wake up all bright, shiny and happy so early in the morning, but he felt a sense of urgency to open his eyes early today, perhaps fearful that there might be a moment he would miss.

He adjusted to his side and noticed his woman seated on the bed with her bare back facing him.

He quietly observed and listened to her calm, relaxed breathing. It was like glorious music to his ears—listening to her inhaling the fresh air and exhaling it almost noiselessly.

As a man, he had been showered with so many blessings in his life—too many that he could not count them using his fingers and his toes combined.

And if he had to choose one blessing as his favorite, it would have to be the very day he woke up and felt something pounding in his chest. He realized he had a heart capable of beating, capable of liking, capable of loving someone he once thought he could never have.

He watched as the golden rays of the sun hit Hwangbo’s bare skin. The once caramel tone turned into an exquisite shade of bronze. He smiled as his Goddess gleamed, like some heavenly apparition. She was a beauty, and he felt stupid for not having seen that from the very start.

There were many times he felt like hitting himself with a sledge hammer. Thinking about his stupidity and utter madness made him feel like a hideous, monstrous beast.

Hyunjoong sighed recalling the many times he must have hurt her.

He used to just watch her on TV with her girl group. And with that dot on her forehead, he was almost convinced she was a foreigner.

The first time he actually met her was on a variety show. She seemed to know everyone-guests, hosts and staff there. She was playful and friendly. Idols, like him, talked about her and talked to her like she was their friend for a long time. Many other idols confessed their admiration for her, including his friend Micky and DBSK leader, Yunho.

When asked about her one time on the show, he mocked her and joked about her skin being darker than that of a typical Korean. He even used that as an attack in one of the show’s segments.

When the show ended, it took some time before they met and were together again. He remembered his shock and surprise when he saw her driving the red top down car. At first, he thought being paired with an older, does-not-act-cute, hoarse-voiced woman was a cruel, evil joke played by We Got Married’s staff and crew. He loudly complained about not being paired to a cute, girly idol.

But it knocked some sense into him when during one of his hissy fits, the ever nice and respectful, Kyujong gathered his courage to speak up. He remembered his member’s words so well. Kyujong said, “Stop complaining, Hyung! Do you really think you are the only one whose made uncomfortable with your pairing? Have you ever thought putting up with you and your harsh comments about her is easy for Noona? Stop being an ass!!”

It touched Hyunjoong gravely that despite his comments in the past, she was as always nice and patient with him.

What turned everything around was her ability to take care of him and her genuine sincerity towards the ruthless, cruel Hyunjoong.

In no time, she gained his respect.

In no time, his admiration for her grew.

In no time, he woke up everyday eager to be with his pretend wife.

In no time, she made him realize he had a heart.

In no time, he discovered that the reason why he suddenly felt so alive was Hwangbo.

And soon, he realized he was falling for her ever so slowly.

During the time they spent together, he felt like he was slowly unraveling a beautiful treasure and at the same time, he was slowly shedding off his hideous, monstrous mask.

He quietly observed as she watched the morning sun slowly creeping up through the morning sky. Silently admiring how she seems to appreciate the minute things in life.

He began to wonder, ‘How in the world was it possible for this beauty to have fallen in love with a beast? How was it possible for this beauty to have transformed this beast to human with a heart?’

Hyejung quietly turned around to find Hyunjoong quietly staring at her. An easy smile broke on her lips. She touched his cheek with one hand, as the other held the blanket that covered the rest of her body.

“Good morning!”, she said tenderly.

Hyunjoong just continued to stare at her, silently praising and thanking the Gods for such a beautiful blessing. He caught her wrist and pulled her gently towards him.

“It’s not just a good morning, Hyejungssi. It’s a great morning”, he whispered before claiming her lips for a slow, succulent kiss.

Hwangbo exhaled when they ended their kiss and smiled shyly. She rested her head on his chest.

“I love you, Hyunjoong..”, she declared.

He smiled and stroked her long black hair.

“Can you hear my heartbeat?”, he asked her.

She pressed her ear on his chest and nodded.

“Every beat, every thud should tell you how much I love you..”, he said, “And just for the record, I think I am more head over heels in love with you, Beautiful…”

In the stillness of the new morning comes the promise of love and a happy ever after inside the Kim’s humble home.


It’s a tale as old as time..

A song as old as rhyme..

For this Beauty and her Beast-no more..

Just The Way You Are

This was originally a YunBru (the new ship to sink all ships).. LOL.. Nyahahaha... Joke!!

I was just thinking about what Belin214 said in Twitter about Plan B.

Here, our Plan B...

Comments are very much appreciated.

Don't worry Joongobers, I will definitely whip up something to make up for the angsty fic and this one..

Credits: Thank you oh sooo much LvK2010 for allowing me to use the PSed Pic!! I love you lots!!!


The idol takes a deep breath as he sits in front of his girlfriend who refuses to budge from her seat inside the shop until she finds the perfect shade of lipstick.

She probably already has a dozen in front of her and basket-full waiting on the next table.

Yunho rolls his eyes as she picks one up, puts it down and grabs another one. He quietly observes as she dabs a hot pink—almost fuschia shade lipstick on her full lips.

A smile twitched Yunho’s lips. He knew she was going to ask if it looks okay and when he gives her the same honest answer, she’ll wrinkle her nose, pout her lips and roll her eyes—perhaps the cutest expression he has ever seen in his entire life.

“What about this one?”, she asked with a serious expression and a gruff voice.

Yunho smiled. She won’t like his answer and he’ll probably get a bruise on his arm, but seeing her expression would be worth it.

“Very cute..”, he answered, trying to duck to avoid the fist that was about to hit his left arm.

He knew for a fact that Hwangbo—no matter how many times she denies it—is one cute creature. She hated the word and perhaps loathes the one who invented it. She says she was not cute and does not know how to be one. But what she does not know is that she is cute without even exerting a single effort.

She mumbles something incomprehensible as she wipes off the strong color on her lips and tries on another shade—this time fiery red.

Yunho could not help but laugh at her, “We’re not going to a club…”

Hwangbo’s aura turned into a gloomy shade of violet as she heard his suppressed chuckles. Her tears were about flow, but she tried her best not to let them fall.

“Arraso..”, she said stiffly wiping off the make up with the back of her hands.

Yunho sensed the tension and managed to stop laughing. He knew how nervous she had been about today. He also knew she had been preparing everything and wanted it all to run perfectly.

He quietly walks over to her, picking up a raspberry Chapstick on the way. Hwangbo quickly turns away. She was sulking, but she did not want anyone to see it, especially not her boyfriend.

Yunho easily turned the stool she was sitting on and smiled when he saw her gorgeous face. His heartbeat sped up as strands of her dark brown hair fell perfectly on her face and as she batted her eyelashes before looking up at him.

He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Hyejungah..”, he said, carefully running his index finger down to her long bridge nose then bending down to kiss the tip of her aristocratic nose.

“You don’t need to try so hard. You already won my sister’s heart the day I brought her to an Xman taping. You got my Appa swooning over when he saw you in We Got Married. Heck, he even gave me a lecture about not participating in shows like that. My Grandma loves you even in your Chakra days. And my Omma—Omma’s been asking me to bring you over when I told her of my intentions to court you and that was after our Loveletter episode together.”

Hwangbo’s cheeks turned red. She was glowing, radiant, beautiful as she blushed like a schoolgirl.

“So stop worrying so much about looking perfect when you meet them..” he continued, taking the cap off the lip gloss and carefully dabbed some on her lips. “My sister, my Grandmother, my parents—heck, even the ahjumma living next door loves you already.”

He collected her in his arms and squeezed her small frame into a tight embrace.

It felt like the sweet moment could last forever when a voice suddenly interrupted them.

“Oppa!!”, the girly voice called out.

Yunho quickly turned around to find his sister on the shop’s doorway with her hands on her hips.

“I don’t mean to interrupt”, she said with a smirk, “But you should not be too selfish. You’ve probably spent a lot of time being lovey-dovey.”

The teenager stomps her feet, walks towards Hwangbo and then grabs her hand. Her expression suddenly changed when she faced her Unnie. The frown was quickly replaced with a big smile.

“Let’s go Unnie. We’ve been waiting since this morning.”, she said, nearly dragging Hwangbo because of her excitement.

Yunho chuckled as he watched two of his best girls walking hand in hand.
“We’re here”, Yunho’s sister happily called out as soon as she opened the gates.

His Appa’s bright smile was the first to greet them, “Welcome to our humble home, Hyejungssi..”

He was followed by Yunho’s Grandmother, who gave Hwangbo a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek like the fan that she truly was.

Then, Mrs. Jung came out from the front door, her eyes were fierce and her expression glum.

Hwangbo nervously looked back at Yunho, who just gave her a wink.

“Here she is, Omma!!”, Yunho’s sister said, giving Hwangbo a slight push.

Like a lioness when seeing her trainer, Yunho’s Omma’s expression quickly changed. It was like Hwangbo was able to tame her with Hwangbo’s mere presence. The glum expression on Mrs. Jung’s face quickly turned to a happy smile. She wrapped her arms around Hwangbo, securing her in a tight embrace and said loud enough for everyone to hear, “My future daughter-in-law…”

Everyone laughed except for the nervous couple.

They all went inside, but Hwangbo walked slowly, waiting for Yunho to catch up with her.

When they were walking side by side, she quickly reached for his hand.

Yunho turned to her and their eyes met. Her eyes gleamed under the afternoon sun.

She flashed him a happy and sincere smile, “Your family is very warm and nice… Komawo….”, she whispered.

He watched as her eyes danced happily.

“I told you so.. They love you just the way you are..”, he told her, “I love you just the way you are..”

Yunho wondered why she even had to fret about getting the perfect lipstick and getting all made up for the occasion.

Because honestly, when he sees her even in her bare face, there’s not a thing that he would change, Hwangbo is amazing, just the way she is.


I'm back!! Well, not officially.. I'm just back for a little while, then I have to go back to reality again (yes, work work and more work)..

This was done on a whim. I didn't think about it much, I just came home one humid day and wrote because I could not get my tired b.utt to sleep.

I don't know about you, but September kinda always bring me down, hence the title. Hehehehe..

Again, I didn't mean to make Hyunjoong the villain, the idea just appeared..

Thank you Pam and Yawa for the artwork.

Anyway, please do leave me some love or some hate.. Whatever..
And oh, please do tell me if you spot errors.

She watched as the dawn slowly breaks through the lace-adorned windows. As the streaks of yellow light penetrates through the dark blue velvet skies, creating golden rays, it promises a new day.

Hyejung runs her fingers on the arm wrapped around her waist. Her back comfortably resting against the warm, muscular chest.

There’s no other place she’d rather be, no other person she’d rather be with. Somehow, despite the odds, despite the barriers and obstacles, when she’s with him, when their fingers intertwine, when their lips meet, when their bodies touch, everything seems all right.

She and the sleeping figure beside her are perfect for each other. But in this world that we live in, nothing is ever perfect. It’s not that perfection does not exist, it’s just that perfection is not achievable, never achievable.

As the light of the new day fills the four corners of the room, worries and fears start to rise inside Hyejung’s head. The screeching sound of reality gets louder in her ears.

It’s morning and it’s time to go back to reality. A reality that wreaks havoc between her brain and heart.

She ran her small fingers through his arm once more, enjoying the tingly sensation when their skin touched. One last time, she lets herself enjoy the warmth of their nakedness together.

Each time she was with him was like living in a fantasy, a dream. But dreams and fantasies end. Oftentimes, for them, it ends as the new fall morning paints new vivid colors over the horizon.

“It’s almost September..”, she unconsciously whispers. The other person stirs, detaching his arm from her waist and turned to the other side.

‘He must have heard me..’, she thought, ‘The words playing inside my head must have slipped through my lips.’

She took a deep breath and filled her lungs with air, hoping the oxygen entering her body would give her some courage to do what she has to do.

She cleared her throat before asking.

“Are you awake?”, she asked and immediately closed her eyes as if she’s afraid some sort of ghost will pop out.

Somehow, she wished he was still asleep, but the still, silent air inside the cold frigid room was answer enough. She could hear his breathing. It was not as relaxed as it was a while ago. He was awake, but he was trying to dodge the sudden confrontation.

“Hyunjoong, are you awake?”, she asked again just to make sure, but all the response she got was an gurgling sound that came from his throat.

“Did you hear what I said?”, she asked, this time her voice was no longer sweet. Now, it seemed strained, tense, trembling.

“I said, it’s almost September…”, she said again.

September—it was that time of the year when he relentlessly breaks her heart only to return at the peak of winter.

For two years now, he breaks her heart on September, and like a poor lost lamb shivering from the harsh winter weather, he comes back. And, no matter how many times her head battles with her heart, she accepts him with more than just open arms because she has fallen so deeply, maddeningly in love with Hyunjoong and she would take every risk and every pain just to have him hold her in his arms once more.

But Hyejung woke up with too much pain today knowing that it’s almost September and that he was going to leave her again.

She waited for him to respond, to give her some lame reason or perhaps the usual ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ type of reasons, but he lay in bed silently.

And she had no desire to probe for more, for she has made up her mind already.

A few more minutes passed, and her effort to clear the air between them fell on deaf ears.

As the pure, brilliant sunshine filled the entire room, Hyejung opens her eyes and lifts herself off the bed. She climbed down carefully so as not to wake the sleeping Hyunjoong and quietly put on her clothes before finally stepping out of the room.

She gathered as much strength not to look back and held her breath as she walked through the corridor. If she draws in one single breath, her tears might spill and that would be more tragic for her because she knows she just might turn around and beg him to stay.

Hyejung hopped on the first elevator available and was finally able to breathe again.

She has done it. She was finally the first one to leave. For two years, she was always the one left behind, but this time she wasn’t about to let her heart and soul get stomped on.

Hyunjoong opened his eyes to the sound of the clicking doorknob. The chambermaid quickly turned around upon seeing the man only covered by the think satin cloth sprawled in bed.

“Omo! I’m sorry, Sir. I thought you already checked out..”, she explained, a sheen of nervous sweat on her forehead.

“How’s that possible when I haven’t even paid for the room yet?!”, he snapped at the middle aged woman, scanning the room for traces of Hyejung, wishing she would not come out while the chambermaid was there, so as not to cause any scandal and at the same time wishing she hadn’t left him yet. There were so many things he still needed and wanted to say to her.

“Sir, the room has already been paid for by a lady. She left in a hurry and even paid in cash.”, the middle-aged woman said.

Her words rang on Hyunjoong’s ears because it could only mean one thing—that he was too late. He knew he should have asked her to stay last night. Now, the smell of regret left bitter tastes on his dry mouth.

“Give me 30 minutes. I’ll just take a shower, then leave.”, he forcefully said, and the maid left quietly.

Hyunjoong immediately scrammed for his phone and dialled her number, but the Blackberry Torch he gave her vibrated on the vanity. He left her and this time, she might mean goodbye.

He finally stepped out of the hotel, shielding his eyes from the vicious mid-morning sun.

He sighed heavily as his thoughts swarmed his brain, ‘It’s September and she was the one to leave this time. But when winter comes, will she comeback to me as I did many times before?’

An Almost Fairytale

It’s been awfully (almost creepily) quiet here, ei?? And it’s been a long time since I actually posted a fanfic (which btw, is supposedly the sole and only purpose of this blog, but it didn’t end up that way)..

So, I do not know if it’s any good. I haven’t written in so long, it feels like I don’t know how to anymore (not like I’m good at this..LOL). And this isn’t supposed to be Joongbo, because I honestly don’t know if it works for them, but I owe several people(Athena5914, Cookietook, LvK2010, etc.) a not so sad Joongbo fic.

Also, this fic is quite confusing—I wanted it to have a Greek Mythology theme, but I failed and got lost along the way, so I kept switching until I ended up with this.. Hur hur hur..

I’d appreciate it, if you guys leave comments.. *puppy dog eyes…*

As soon as her feet touched the earth’s brown soil and regained her composure after hours and hours of being airborne, Estella immediately hid her wings, making it invisible to human eyes.

She adjusted her pearl white tunic and dusted off her golden sandals. She started making her way out of the clearing and went through the thick virgin forest.

As soon as she stepped inside the boundaries of her father’s vast kingdom, a child’s voice caught her attention. He was a page in her father’s palace and was close enough to being her sibling.

He was out of breath and sputtering gibberish when he finally found her.

“Breathe first, lad.”, she told him, but he was in a hurry.

“You’re father, the king is fuming mad. He has been looking everywhere for you, Princess..”, he managed to say clearly.

Estella was alarmed. She promised her father that she was not going anywhere today. There have been threats to overpower the old king, especially since other rulers of nearby kingdoms are threatened by the knowledge that Estella’s father is a Demi God and has powers beyond compare. And, their kingdom was peace loving, all the more reason to hate them since they are obviously favored by the Gods for this reason.

“ESTELLA!!!”, her father’s voice boomed through the hallways and corridors as soon as she stepped into the courtyard.

“Good morning, Appa…”, she sweetly whispered.

“Good morning??”, he furiously asked. “I told you not to wander around in the forest, much less fly over to other lands.. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Estella casually stepped to her father’s side, “Appa, didn’t you teach me to always be kind and generous and selfless? The nomads needed my help. One of the Elder’s daughter gave birth, so I flew over and helped them..”

The King sat in his thrown still as red as a ripe tomato.

“Besides Appa, you taught me to fight well. Our enemies would not stand a chance. With my skill, sometimes, I wonder why I’m not the one leading your army instead of Oppa..”, she added with a smirk and a trace of arrogance on her face.

“Hejin-ah!!!”, he called his wife’s, the Queen’s, name.


“Appa..”, Estella tried to protest, but it was too late, her father already made up his mind.

Estella had been sulking in one of the corners of her room, holding a battle axe firmly. She cried her eyes out over her father’s announcement.

She knew those were not empty threats. She knew his mind was set in marrying her off.

“Estella…”, a gentler male voice called out.

As soon as he elder brother sat beside her, she started tearing up again and released the axe that she’ll fervently miss once she is married.

“Stop crying. It’ll be alright..”, he tried to coax her.

“Maybe it’s not so bad afterall..”, he said, “Your suitors, from what I’ve heard, are quite fine and have impressive backgrounds.”

Estella shook her head, “Shiroh!!”

“Well, I like Junjin for you, my princess. He’s your best friend, right? I heard from Omma that he’s one of the many in the list.”

Estella stayed quiet, still sobbing.

“Or Brian, from the next kingdom, he’s quite romantic and handsome, too.”

“Or Dongwan, the actor and the playwright”

“There’s also that young courageous Prince, Yunho..”

“Or the balladeer, Kyungrok..”

“And, the rich and famous, Bi..”

“Or Marco, the great warrior..”

“And there’s Hyunjoong, he has quite a four dimensional personality, maybe you’d match him well..”

Estella started sobbing again, the tears seemed to flow unendlessly as her elder brother took her in his arms.

“There, there..”, he stroked her long black silky hair, trying to pacify her.

She shut her eyes and tightened her embrace around her brother. Her father’s voice echoing in her ears.

“Oppa, I want to marry the man I love..”, she said between sobs.

“I want to marry the one I love..”, she said again.

This time her breathing was shallow and beads of sweat trickled down her forehead.

“To marry the one I love..”, her own voice echoed inside her brain. “Marry the one I love…”

Suddenly, a voice called her name.. Her real name..


She flickered her eyes open and stared at the handsome face beside her.

“I think you’re having a bad dream, Buin..”, he said.

Her heart calmed down. She was indeed having a bad dream.

She stared at the handsome face once more, then at his hand where a golden band gleamed under the moonlight.

It was a dream, a bad dream because she was in fact happily married to the man she loves and loves her in return.

HwangBo Month Ends with a BANG!!

I'm finally closing HwangBo Month!

Thanks everyone who participated in one way or another.

My heartfelt appreciation to the following, if not for these wonderful, generous people, this little project of mine would have been an epic failure:

  • PinkandPurple--for the awesome poem and HB's charity pics. You rock!!

  • LvK2010--for the fanart!! I think you almost made people believe it was a real magazine cover.

  • Belin214--for the fanaccounts (2) and the pictures. Really, I didn't expect those!! Thank you so much!!

  • Pamuness--for the fanfic!! I know it took great effort, and I'm glad my project and HB's birthday brought you out from your shell!! Write more little sis!! It's an honor to be able to have someone else's creations (ahem, first ever fanfic) in my blog.

  • Susan_Cali--for always supporting me in whatever..

  • Ann Lizaran, Cati_21, Cookie Took and MissAuditor--for allowing me to use their Pictures during the fanmeet. Note: I'm sorry, I was supposed to also credit JOONGBOHOLICS THAILAND, but my file got corrupted and i'm not really a whiz at windows moviemaker..If anyone has a problem with their pictures being used in this vid-slash-slideshow please lemme know, so i can take the vid down.. Thanks!!

  • My Lovely Friend who did not want her name mentioned--I love you, friend!! And thanks so much in a major major way!!!

  • Those who commented--thanks a lot!!

To finally end my little project, here's a collection of pictures of HwangBo Unnie during her fanmeet and charity event in Thailand.

First of all, I'd like to say sorry for the lousy video-slash-slideshow. I have no talent in this whatsoever!!

Anyway, credits goes to the lovely Thai and International Fans.