So far... I'm just being lazy due to schooling, so I'm sorry for not updating at all ><. I have school every day now, English tutoring on Saturday, Chinese and Mathematics on Sunday, and then regular school, to which I'm put into an exccelerated class for science and mathematics again.
Yes. I'm always tired lately. I can't quite write long stories anymore (I can barely manage to stay awake past 11 these days), however, I am able to write drabbles, so if anyone is interested, I'll make a new story for that. Also, as many of my stories are uncompleted, would anyone like to take charge or become a co-author? I wouldn't mind the company ^^.
Also, I've started an account on wattpad called 'Dangoya', that has a story just filled with my non-kpop drabbles, so if anyone's interested (http://www.wattpad.com/user/Dangoya)~. I've found a lot of inspiration in Lang Leav, and really want to publish a book like hers of poems and whatnot.

Anyhow, below is a Jaemin fanfic snippet, so please enjoy it and tell me what you think at the end~ ^^

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Changmin bit held back a growl and listened to music on his iPod. Jaejoong had waltzed into the room, innocently enough, but had targeted him. Again.

"Changmin-ah, wanna hug?" It was something that really shouldn't have been asked at this point of the relationship. Two and a half years successfully. Changmin glared with all his might and hissed back:

"Don't touch me."

To this, his three other hyungs, Junsu, Yoochun and Yunho, scowled.

"Changmin, you should be nicer to Jaejoong."

The maknae's brow twitched irritatedly as he stared back at Jaejoong, who was pouting simply. But Changmin wasn't an idiot. He knew that Jaejoong was less than innocent. Especially with that tiny smirk crawling to his lips and amusement dancing through his eyes. What a sadist.

Changmin stood up and walked out of the room, more than annoyed. To this, all eyes watched him, Jaejoong suddenly feeling sympathetic and wondering if he shouldn't have done that. Changmin was mad at him, after all, he had been abusing the maknae until the early hours of day.

Yoochun looked at him, "Changmin doesn't really treat you all too affectionately. Are you really okay with that?"

Jaejoong only smiled, "He's just being shy. Always is; don't worry." 

Then he walked off, in search of Changmin. 

It wasn't hard to guess that the younger was in his room, perhaps sulking because Jaejoong was being 'mean' and 'unkind'. Well, he kind of was. Jaejoong opened the door of their shared room and saw Changmin on the bed, head on two, stacked pillows, listening to his music, and ignoring his existence. The elder smiled as he walked to Changmin, an arm then wrapped around his shoulders and another across his stomach, and holding his waist. The younger didn't respond.

"Are you mad?" Jaejoong asked softly, pulling out an earphone.

Changmin scoffed and looked away, "You're a ing bully."

"My job is to bully you, and to you, so I think I'm doing pretty good." 

Changmin pushed Jaejoong off.

He growled, and moved inwards to the wall. "ing ."

Jaejoong smiled, "That's your job."

The maknae would have punched him, but lingering at the back of his mind was the fact they were dating. And in love.

"They always think I'm on top." Changmin then stated. 

Jaejoong raised a brow, "I thought that's what you wanted them to think. I've been perfecting my limp."

Changmin groaned, "Yeah, and I've been learning to walk straight despite the pain."

"I guess we should tell them."

The maknae nods. "Maybe, but how?"

Jaejoong just smirks, something he had learned from the younger himself, and somehow Changmin knows there's going to be trouble.

Damn smirk.

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