the Queen Bee is 24 today!!

HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY TO MY EVIL SOLE SISTER, JOBIBEE!!


guess who we invited to your party, Bee



Geun Seuk is on his way...



and he tagged along with Yonghwa and Hongki for a special dance number..





Bi's sure to come...



but he had to shower first...





Jungmin is wearing his hanbok today...




and shouting that he LOVE'S YA, LOVE'S YA, LOVE'S YA!!






Taeyang is quite excited...



and ready to rip his clothes off if he can't come!!!



Minhossi is on his way, too...


he just had to get a cup of Dunkin' Donuts coffee..



so, stop sulking and blow your candles...

A Getaway

because this is how the future for Joongbo should be...

and to the sole sis who asked for an Island Getaway fic--I know this is not the story you had in mind, but you know I don't/cannot do pervy stuff, so you'll just have to be satisfied with this..

wa na koy utang ha, i already did three fanfics for you!!! THREE FANFICS INCLUDING A JUNGMIN FIC!!!!

~*~

They say there is no place like home, but when that place you call home becomes a raucous circus, it is only right that you seek solace somewhere else, somewhere safe, somewhere reposeful, somewhere free from judgment and harsh comments, somewhere where you can let your mind roam until the farthest regions of the earth.

But there are also times, when you just want to be faraway from the usual. A getaway is what you call it.

You draw in a deep breath as you squinted your eyes surveying the beach front—pristine blue waters, white sugar-like sands, fresh salty breeze, tall coconut trees dancing to the wind's hypnotizing rhythm.

This is how your afternoons are meant to be—falling asleep under a coconut tree in a Nipa and Bamboo cabana, surrounded by clean white linens and soft fluffy pillows.

It's not your first time here. In fact this has become your escape route when you just want to get away from it all. You fell in love in and with this place. It's not that the locals do not know who you are, after all you've become a big Hallyu star when you graduated from your Idol image. It's just that they respect your privacy. Teenage girls still talk in whispers when you pass them by, but they do not go as far as taking your pictures, screaming and begging for signatures like their life depended on it. The elders are nice, and you admired how simple their lives are.

You wipe the sweat trickling on your forehead as you sat to face the wide sea. There's not a cloud in sight and it promises to be a beautiful afternoon. You look around appreciating the fact that the island has not changed much—there was still the watch tower from the Spanish era that you visited when you first came here, the floating house you stayed in for a few days on your second visit which was owned by another foreigner who fell in love and re-married in the island, and the seaside grill where you frequently ate chicken and hanging rice on your third visit.

You looked around and fixed your gaze at the woman whose back was facing you.

She was seated on a stool at the resort's bar animatedly talking to the bartender. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail with some soft curly tendrils falling on her bare shoulders. Her long pale yellow maxi dress hugged her slim figure as she sat, and from where you are, you could tell just how tiny her waist was. The dress exposed her back where her name and a lotus flower were stamped.

She belonged to nobody but herself, the tattoo screamed.

She climbed down the tall stool and thanked the bartender who seemed to have been captivated by her beauty. He had that school boy grin, and you smirked—the teenage boy seems to be challenging your active jealous hormones. She grabbed the tall glass of Mango shake from the counter and turned around. The edges of her dress swayed as the Goddess turned. She had that air of elegance but the kindness and gentleness of her smile made her look like a humble queen. Her hips swayed to a sexy rhythm as she walked. The locals stared and the fisher men's jaws dropped as she walked, smiled and greeted everyone she met.

“Maayong Hapon (Good Afternoon)!”, she greeted the women untangling fishnets by the shore as she passed them by, and they smiled adoringly at her.

You rubbed your sleepy eyes with the back of your hand. You wonder in silence, 'Is it real? Or am I daydreaming?', as the woman walked towards you. As she drew nearer, you smile in awe. She was amazingly beautiful. There was no trace of make-up on her face nor surgery marks, she was all natural—a Goddess, a Queen in her own right.

“You're finally awake, sleepyhead!”, she said, handing you the tall glass of cold Mango shake.

'Those scumbags must be jealous...', you gloated in silence as she sat down beside you and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Shillang...”, she purred, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Can we go for a swim? It's a beautiful day, and the weather is warm. Please??”, she said intertwining her fingers with yours.

On all four times you came to this place, you were with her. It was your private getaway. Apart from the enticing beauty of this island, you needed her beside you because she was your solace, source of strength and the only woman you will love as much as you love yourself.

The first time you came here was to escape the busy Idol life, so she took you here.

The second time was to think of your future as a solo artist and the offer Bae Yongjoon made, so you asked her to come with you which without second thoughts she agreed with.

The third time was before you entered the army. You want to spend this lifetime with her, so you asked her to join you on that trip and proposed on the very night you arrived, under the twinkling stars beside the bonfire and locals playing Falling Slowly through their ukulele and banjos.

You looked at the golden band on her finger. This is the fourth time you are here with her. Now, you are tied together through that special knot and bond called, marriage.

You smiled thinking, how blissful it would be to come for the fifth, sixth or hundred thousandth time with her.

“Kim Hyunjoong...”, she purred again, giving the sleeve of your shirt a light tug, “Let's go swimming... I promise, there aren't any sharks today...”

You nodded drinking the very sight of her and her intoxicating beauty.

She clapped her hands and smiled like a happy little girl. She quickly tugged on the hem of her dress and took it off in one motion, revealing a very skimpy two piece white bathing suit with a strapless top.

You used to panic every time she had her swim wear on. You wanted to hide her away from those hungry, lusty male eyes, which was always the source of argument for the both of you. She would normally give in after a heated conversation, and you usually ended up giving her a good massage each time to appease the Goddess in her.

This time it was you who chose this skimpy suit. At first, she hesitated and made a fuzz, but you convinced her anyway.

She gave you a tight-lipped smile and shook her head. “I look like a Ursula in those..”, she argued, refusing to wear the suit.

“No you don't!!!”, you retorted, “My wife looks sexy in anything, especially now..”

“It's humiliating wearing that with such a big belly...”, she continued to argue..

You laughed, “That's exactly my point, Buin. Those men should know your somebody's wife, so they better stop looking!! What's wrong with letting everyone know that you're pregnant anyway??”

She smirked then took the white bathing suit with haste..

With a proud smile on your lips, you watch her head to the shoreline.

'Yes, she's pregnant with my child.. and yes, she's off limits punks!!', you wanted to yell at all those men still checking her out and sighing after seeing her six months very pregnant belly.

You felt your cheeks burning when you recalled Jaejoong's reaction.

“Little Kim Hyunjoong actually works!!”, Jaejoong yelled in the studio when you called to tell him your very good news, you could hear the DBSK boys laughing and chanting their congratulations, except Micky who sulked because Noona was still his ideal woman.

You laughed as you remembered that proud moment.

“YAAHHH!!”, Hwangbo called out, “AREN'T YOU JOINING ME?”

You quickly took off your shirt, and ran towards her, “I'm coming, Buin!!!”

IT STARTED WITH A KISS (because I really think it did)

My alter ego paid me a visit today..at work!!! It's never amusing to have Migraine Girl around, so I hope I did this fic some justice. It was supposed to be just 100 words (a sorta challenge for the wordy me), but I guess I had the hardest time finding words for this.

Tell me what you think. Uhm, I wish the anon commenters left their names, well at least a hint of who they are. All comments are welcome anyway (even the hateful once, promise!!)





~*~
No one is entirely sure how things happened, except him and her.

No, it did not start after the 100th day wedding pictorial as some of the people suspected, and it definitely did not spark in Japan.

Although feelings began to grow somewhere between takes, neither him nor her had the courage to make the slightest move.

The woman put up the thickest walls from the very start, and the man was an icy, glum person who had no idea how to express his emotions.

It was a beginning only the two of them knew.

It was not a magical day. It was nerve wracking and emotionally exhausting. The tension and anxiety grew stronger as the minutes passed. Their final decision was to be made.

The production team decided to hold a farewell episode to make sure each artist participating in the reality show was happy enough to continue on with their so-called married life. They have been criticized to promote divorce on national television when they decided to do this, but it would be much worse to keep fooling the viewers with unhappy couples in the show.

The production team was certain Crown J and Inyoung, and Shinae and Alex will continue. Both couples have expressed it multiple times during the filming of the farewell episode. But Andy and Solbi, and Hyunjoong and Hwangbo seemed unsure. Many of the production staff made a bet, they said it was sure that the Ssangchu couple will leave the show. Jung PD was sad that the staff felt that way. That couple had been pulling in more and more viewers each week, but if they were not happy doing this, she felt it would be better to have them exit the show.

The couples sat nervously. Hwangbo kept fidgeting, and Hyunjoong was expressionless.

“Saranghamnida..”, the words kept ringing in his ears.

He said he has only said those words less than 20 times in his life, but he said it.

“Saranghamnida”, she could not believe he said it, too.

Alex and Shinae, Crown J and Inyoung, and unexpectedly Hyunjoong and Hwangbo will continue in We Got Married.

The entire crew, the audience and the couples grew quiet as Solbi started to break down on her seat. It was a mutual decision, but neither Andy nor Solbi were ready to let go.

That was the something Hwangbo had been fearing. She went to console her friend together with the rest of the ladies.

“Kenchanayo..”, she kept saying to Solbi and to herself, too, but the words Hyunjoong said during his black room interview had not sunk in entirely yet.

When she headed back inside her dressing room, it finally dawned upon her. Somehow her fears of never seeing him again dissipated, the longing for utterly four dimensional talks vanquished when he said those words, “Saranghamnida”.

She opened the white cabinet absent-mindedly, questions and random thoughts filling her brain. She stood there still unable to wrap her head around his words and the events that will come in her life with the Ssangchu couple still continuing on the show.

She had not noticed someone clearing his throat after closing the door.

“Bu-in..”, he said her pet name softly, but she seemed lost in her thoughts.

“Buin!”, he said again, louder this time and more stern.

She almost jumped when she heard that familiar voice.

Hwangbo quickly turned around.

All the while, she thought he had left the building already. She was trying to avoid him after the taping. Suddenly feeling shy for being selfish and wanting to spend more time with him, she skirted away from him, making comforting Solbi and Andy an excuse.

“I thought you left..”, she quickly said avoiding his eyes. She fidgeted even more, opening then closing the cabinet door behind her.

“I was waiting for you..” Hyunjoong said, his tone was serious, his eyes intently watching her every move.

'He was waiting for me?', she asked herself.

'Wae?', she wanted to ask him, but she did not want to burst the invisible happy pink bubbles floating around in the room.

Hwangbo looked everywhere just to try and avoid his gaze.

He took one step closer, then another one—entirely moving on impulse. Taking two or three more steps, he finally covered the distance between them.

Her heart was pounding wildly. His scent, his warmth, his closeness was making her float on air.

She tried to step away before her walls and defenses start to crumble, but he trapped her in his arms, in his warm, soft embrace that melted her ability to think and react.

In the past, she would have pushed him away easily. But being trapped inside Hyunjoong's arms was addicting, she wanted to be inside his embrace forever.

“Komapta..”, he whispered in her ear.

She put her hands on his chest and gently pushed him away, “What for?”

He did not speak, he just dipped his head forward and let his lips brush hers. His lips glided ever so gently on hers—slow but steady.

Now was the time to push him away, but she did not.

Instead, Hwangbo opened her mouth as if entirely accepting his gentle, persuasive kisses.

He would have stopped if she pushed him away, but she responded to his kisses.

She let him lead, finally accepting her surrender. This man-child has done wonders to her. He seemed to have uncovered all things she has hidden or concealed from the rest of the world.

His slow kisses had become more provocative, more sensual, hungrier.

It shocked her that he stopped before things could have gone further out of hand.

“Komapta..”, he said again when they were able to catch their breaths.

For the first time in the months they have acted as a married couple, she looked into his eyes, “For what?”

He smiled, his boyish grin melting the steal case she put her heart in to.

“For choosing to stay even when you had the opportunity to walk away. For not giving up and putting up with me. For staying no matter how hard it must be for you and those anti fans--”

She quickly silenced him, “Saranghamnida..”, she said.

She tiptoed and planted her lips on his. Another round of the sweet, succulent kiss.

Finally, she broke free from his hungry kisses and rested her cheek on his chest.

Hyunjoong tightened his embrace, “Komapta.. and na do..but I think I love you more, Hwangbo Hyejung..”

“Your kisses..”, Hwangbo said, “They can be addicting you know...”, she continued, her cheeks burning.
~*~
And oh Bee, advance Happy 30th Birthday!! I turned myself pink for you!!

Mianhe, I couldn't do the Island Getaway fic, too difficult..too pervy..

So, this is for you, from Migraine Girl and THE Bruha.

Ain't I the sweetest evil sole sis evah??! No offense Pam...Nyahahahhaha...

Jaded

The nosy, kill joy, anti social people in the office should be banned from all social networking sites!! Grr!! Now, I have no access to Twitter, Facebook, Chatango, h.ell even the Shoutmix in my blog!! It's not like it's affecting our work!!! But oh well, here.. Some jabberwocky--a diversion for me and my deep loathing for that busybody!!

THIS ONE SUCKS!! BELIEVE ME!!
~*~

In a matter of minutes, twilight will come. Soon the cold darkness will engulf this city. But soon streets will come alive with the glow of man made lights.

It had been raining for days and days now. Although the lightning and thunders have stopped, the rain continued to shower without signs of stopping nor hints of slowing down.

He sat on the couch that faced the tall glass windows overlooking the city. Buses, trains, cars, people, buildings, houses are all he sees. From where he sat, it all seemed like he did not exist. From where he was, it seemed like he was a million light years away from the rest of the world. It seemed like he was disconnected from it all.

The rain continued to pour, and he continued to submerge himself neck deep in melancholy and reverie. There was a certain peace in his new found loneliness. His dim, cold apartment was like a deserted island within the busy city of Seoul. The peace and happiness he found in Cebu seemed to fleet as quickly as a bullet train because when he came back to Seoul, he realized he was back to reality-no more blinding morning sun, no more mango juice, no more chicken served with rice, no more morning swim, no more island hopping, no more basking in the sun like a little boy. When he stepped on Korea's soil, he knew there was a reality and a news-hungry mob he had to face alone. It was not an easy decision to make, but he had to step up, put himself on the line, and rise above all adversities

He stood up, walked towards the glass windows. He touched the cold surface, wrote his name, and watched as the moisture and droplets slowly erase the markings, slowly erasing his name. His whole body shivered just thinking about it. He loved his job, but he knew it won't last forever, that he won't be Kim Hyunjoong forever, and soon, he would fade away as every star will soon lose it's light.

He touched the glass again. SS501, he wrote. They were his brothers, and it hurt him that it had to be this way. He never really wanted to let go of them. They've been through it all and they stuck together, and helped each other overcome every hardship and celebrate every triumph. He was willing to do almost everything for them-he got married to save the group from extinction and boost their popularity, and this decision he just made was for them, too.

Attacks on him had been harsher than what he had prepared for. They said he had become greedy for thinking only of himself. They said it was his fault that's why Double S was in the verge of breaking up. They said he was a monster for fame and money. Sometimes, he asks himself, are they really fans? Because at this time and point in his life, it did not seem like they were. And, that disheartens him. It was like fighting a battle that he had already lost.

As he stared blankly ahead at the gray, heavy clouds, a name popped inside his head. How she endured their attacks, he will never know. He wrote her name on the glass, there was a certain warmth and grace in her name that made him smile-a first for the day. Somehow, she gave him reassurance. It made him feel like despite all these, there was a home he could go back to.

~

The silence in the hallway was deafening, the only sound that seemed to echo and bounced on the white walls was the sound of her labored breathing and the rapid beating of her heart.

She ran seven flights of stairs, and her leg muscles tightened, like she was about to have cramps. She pulled the beanie that Brian gave her from her head, and shook off the water droplets on her trench coat.

She reached for the key in her pocket and twisted the knob. She slipped inside quietly.

Her heart was sent crashing to the floor, shattering it to a million pieces when she saw his back.

From where she stood, she could see his pain and distress. She walked towards him. She knew there was not much she could do to alleviate the pain and the hardships he was going through. She wished she could take half of his pain, but their life was no movie nor was it a fairy tale.

~

He felt someone hug him from behind, he could feel her hart pounding. He smiled. The warmth she provided him was like the sudden burst of sunshine after the cold, harsh rains.

“Hey, you!”, he whispered. He untangled her arms from his upper body and tuned around to face her.

He smiled at her, “You're drenched!”

He looked deep into her eyes that were filled with worry. He looked away, then started to walk. “Lemme get you a towel..”, he said.

“I'm fine... Just lemme catch my breath and don't let Yongjun Oppa catch me here.. ”, she laughed. They had been warned by Bae Yongjun to stay away from each other until the netizens and anti fans keep quiet. It was bad enough that Hyunjoong was being grilled, if they were seen together, Hyejung might be blamed for everything even if she has nothing to do with anything that's going on.

She grabbed his arm, “But, are you? Are you okay Hyunjoong?”

He turned to look at her, he raised his hand to wipe the water that trailed from her wet hair to her forehead. He looked into her cat-like eyes and wished he was lost in it forever. Somehow, her being here made him feel safe and secure. No matter how deep the wounds the rest of the world was causing him, it did not matter anymore.

She wrinkled her nose, suddenly conscious as his gaze wandered on every corner of her face.

He pulled her closer and imprisoned her in his tight embrace. She seemed so small and fragile against him. 'How was this woman able to endure the anti fans?', he wondered.

'They must have hurt her so badly', he thought. And for that he was sorry because he caused her pain, because the anti fans must have done the same things to her.

“Are you okay?”, she asked again, worried.

He let out a deep sigh, “Mianhe...”

“What for?”, she pulled away from his tight embrace.

“Just because..”, he answered, admiring her strength to have endured it all. Hyunjoong realized how much he needed her because he loved her so much. “Stay with me always Hyejung, please?”

She watched him curiously, “Of course! Where do you think I'd wander off to?”

She snuggled inside his embrace again. He could breath easy now. Everything is going to be alright, he was jaded no more.