35. Silhouette of a

Singers were what they used to be. s wasis what they're called. And so they decided the best way out, would be the easiest one. 

"They want s, give them s."

It didn't make sense, yet it made all the sense.

It was that simple.

They just wanted a sweet, quick and simple revenge.

They just want to shut those people up.

Even if it means they'll be burned along in the fire they set.

It was stupid yet satisfying, they believed.

But what if the fire began to caught up with the silhouettes of their existence as s - their real selves, lives, loves and dreams,

and threaten to burn it all into ashes?

---

❃❃❃

"What a ."

"Huh? ? You describe me perfectly. Do you know what a is? A woman who sleeps around. And you know what I'll do to thank you for your wonderful and perfect description? I'll sleep with that cute boyfriend of yours latest by the end of this week, since I'm busy. Maybe your dad too, while we're at that."

"Why do you have to do this?"

"Why are you only asking that now? Why didn't you ever ask them to not call me a ?"

"I'm living my dream, but why am I still feeling empty? I have my career, my family, my sisters, my revenge, but why do I still feel lonely?"

"Hey, sweety, why are you always eating sweets, aren't you afraid of being diabetic or getting fat?"

'Cuz they taste so much better than your , stupid old man.'

"Of course not, oppa. You're much sweeter than this candy. But I still haven't gotten fat, have I?"

"You're always cool even when somebody take your role, how'd you do that?"

"Life is a stage. No matter what role I play, once you get onstage, you are not yourself, but your role. Just give your best acting, no matter what your role is. That's the job of an actor."

"You said life is stage...so when you're not onstage..."

"I'm not really living."

"I don't want to grow old doing this."

"Then, what do you want to do?"

"That's the thing. I don't know."

"We meet again. Seems like you're always taking flight and travelling. Work related, I guess?"

"No. I'm just trying to run away."

"From who? Or what?"

"...Myself."

❃❃❃

36. Heart-Warming, Thought Provoking & Refreshing Fanfic Recommendations (not fic, fic-recommendations)

- no relevant description

37. Unlock the Devil Fourever

It is a known truth, that kindness can thwart evil,
yet many overlook the fact that likewise,
evil can perish kindness,
because one will inevitably have to choose one, over the other.
So, which one will you choose?
Which one will you choose, Shin Hyun Rin?

Shin Hyeon Rin is your average girl whose life revolves around her four siblings, and her best friend (and maybe, her crush). No, she's not even average, but below average. No pretty face, no flawless skin and height, no great body, no impressive intelligence(the opposite in fact), no reputation, no status, nothing. Though she does have wishes and desires for the better. The only strength she owns that is above many people, would be her 'kind' heart. And the greatest weakness of hers, you guessed it - her heart. How far will she have to go in order to protect her loved ones and herself from evil that preys on hearts like hers? Will she be able to be more than just average and stupid to save people around her and her once perfect heavenly world that has begun  crumbling down into dusts of hell?

Romeo is a devil on his quest, the one he deems the most crucial. The one that will lead him to his destination. A few deeds need to be settled in order to make way for his journey. Some humans to be manipulated would be useful. Or maybe one stupid, weak-hearted young girl would be enough. But what if she resisted? What if she challenged his beliefs? Would it make him angry? Or would it make him smile? Would it surprise him? Or a part of his plan?

"Will good or evil prevail?"

In the end, that's all that matters, at least to others; those who never experience, only observe, only judge.

What would be the price of the key, to unlock their freedom, then?

38. Too Perfect for First Date

A female idol with endless charms and talents - drawing, cooking, baking, designing, sewing, blending and making her own makeup and skincare sets, scented candles, detergents, teddy bears, jewelries, and every other random items, and with perfect appearance as well as social and communications skills to boot. and a bright personality and determination to learn whatever she couldn't do until she can. Never give up in the face of adversity and never lose her smile or her vibrant can-do attitude and never afraid to go to great lengths for the sake of her group.

A male idol who is the epitome of perfection. Perfect face, skin, manners, plays musical instrument, intelligent engineering student and perfect brains and perfect rubik cube record, with great business sense and fashion sense, even perfect record of not having a first love yet, and coming from a decent family background even if he's no conglomerate heir. Simply put, a modern day prince who's not born with a silver spoon in his mouth but rather, work for and bought his own spoon and feed himself and others with it.

Two perfect individuals. Surely their first date will be a scenic walk in the majestic park, right?

Besides, what could possibly go wrong with being perfect and going on a date with someone just as perfect?

Wouldn't it be...twotoo perfect?

But is too much perfection always a good thing?

❀

Can we fulfill this silent vow,
If we can't be together now?
Will we still walk different grass,
If a thousand years pass?

❀

I know not if we could keep this vow,
But what I'm sure, no matter where or how,
Our love will remain clear as glass,
Even if a thousand years pass.

❀

Don't ever forget that kiss on your brow,
Don't ever let go of all that you feel now,
For there'll come a day we're no longer parted by gender and class,
For I will wait, even if a thousand years pass.

❀ ❀

42. 365 Strumming Scents

She never knew the meaning of life direction or how passion felt, till she heard the sound strumming its way into her soul, filling her with the scent she never knew existed. The scent intoxicated her, lured her, led her to their first encounter, where her small fingers made contact with the rigid steel threads. They were brusque, sharp, harsh, merciless as they grazed against her fragile skin. Electrified. But she was satisfied. It was inexplainable. But she was quick to understood, that it was the scent, leaking from every pluck. She was engulfed. Then she knew her life was no longer about being mindlessly wanting to excel in studies and life whatever that meant. For since she inhaled that scent, she wanted to live breathing it forever as her air. She couldn't imagine losing it ever again, not even for a single day. And the need only grew stronger and bigger, just as her life and later on, career as a guitarist grew bigger with the success of her band.

But what if one day, she was told that the band would take a break from performing for a year? Sure, she still would have her stringed companion. But she would have nobody to play it for, and herself was no longer enough to endure the intoxicating scent alone. She needed her audience, her bandmates or anyone to share the overwhelming aroma. She needed the blinding lights illuminating the stage in order to shade her from the judging eyes of the world. But that would only happen if she have someone to work with, she's never one to take all limelight for herself. How would she survive the year? Mourning for being left alone in hunger of the scent, or sighing for all the new people she's about to meet? Will they be able to relish the scent, or will they bring in new scents she never knew into her life?

She will write it all in her journal...well, maybe not all. But yeah.

---

P R O L O G U E

"Tonight's show, let's make it our last."

"Yeah, of course it's the last for this year." I stuck out my tongue at our band's leader. He always had a way with trying to make a joke, that came out totally, not funny. He was a boring guy when I first met him. Still is. But when it comes to making music and lyrics, he's a genius. So I stuck with him, we stuck with him. We remained together. Because of that one thing we love. Years passed, but some things never changed. Our foundation never changed.

"No, what I mean is...for real, well, for now, not forever."

I exchanged glance with our drummer, she seemed just as clueless as I. For some reason, that, brought comfort. Though not enough to slow down the rapid pace of the drumming inside of me.

"He meant, we're going to take a break for a year."

"Unnie, you already know it?"

She nodded. Of course she would, they're best friends, and they're the seniors in this band. They discusses and make the best decisions together. We're the maknaes. We're just supposed to follow.

But am I supposed to just follow when this decision is just going to  throw my heart onto the floor, broken and splinters of wood scattering everywhere?

I remained speechless, the multi purpose van's atmosphere darkened in silence.

"After I got married, I realized the things I never noticed, the things I've missed in my life, our keyboardist here has a boyfriend. I'm not worried about her. But I'm worried about you two. Especially, you. I've never seen you hang around with anyone else but the guitar."

That's because he never even bothered.

"I used to think music is the only thing that mattered in life too, but now I have second thoughts, I want all of us to take this break to see that world we've been blocked from seeing by being confined together, playing instruments and making music all the time."

Had he gone crazy? He would never said this before. So, marriage took him away from his love for music, was that what he's trying to say?

"Let's all take each of these journals, and I want us to write our experience surviving this one year apart, just write whatever you go through, your feelings. anything."

He didn't even care that he's throwing us into hellholes alone like this. He's sick of us, of being musician like this, right?

"Hyanggi-ya..."

I tilted up my face slightly to meet his eyes. Or rather, so he would think I was looking at him. How could I? I was so mad. All because of him and his 'life discovery after marriage'.

"It's hard for me too."

43. Intensely Subtle

Sight, hearing, smell, taste and touch,
In everything Kwanghee does, Kevin finds his flatmate is just too much,
He's just so insanely sick of it, that he wonders what it is that still keeps him alive,
Well, a proverb says, 'Habit is the sixth sense that overrides the other five.'

Little does he know,...

---

"Here I am Here I am, Here I am Here I am..."

"Kwanghee..."

"Come on Kevin, sing with me."

"Shut up."

"There you are there you are, there you are there you are..."

"Kwanghee..."

"What? Why are you so serious?"

"I'm trying to think, and write, here. Just...shut up, or I'm going to kill you."

"Oh my gosh, really?! That's so shocking!"

Why does he always have to screech in the highest voice possible?

"You wouldn't dare."

I hate how he even knows me too well.

He's not wrong.

Never.

-

"Here I am Here I am, Here I am Here I am"

Is it really that hard for you to be subtle for once?

'It is.'

44. Teddy Bear; It's You (never published)

Hyunjoong needs help to impress the person he likes. 
Who's the best person to help him learning more about the person he likes; and if that person likes him back or not?
Kim Kyujong of course.
Why?

45. Bukan Sendirian [completed]

Kau bukan sendirian.

Dan kau takkan pernah sendiri, selagi kau masih bernafas.

Sebab aku takkan pernah berganjak dari sisi kau, selagi aku masih menghela nafas.

Kau dan aku wujud, bagaikan bintang-bintang yang berkerdipan gemilang menghiasi dada langit yang hitam, kelam. Walaupun tanpa sebutir mahupun dua bintang, langit masih diterangi kemilauan bintang-bintang yang lain, namun semuanya takkan sama, andai berkurang walaupun satu sumber cahaya.

Jadi, bertabahlah, walaupun sukar.

Sebab kau bukan sendirian.

Dan kau takkan pernah sendiri.

46. Twinnieverse: The Youngsaeng Hunt (co-wrote, but description by me)

It all started with a comment/reply. It progressed into a game/challenge.It escalated into twinwars/hunt, battle of life and death. Will Youngsaeng, his twin, Oldsaeng and also his clones, ok fine and another one Midsaeng be the hunter or the ones hunted? Who will survive this cruel battle of wits and ruthless twists and turns? And what are everybody else doing in this Youngsaeng and twinnie centered tale? Will any of them steal the limelight? And the bigger question is, who will win in the end? The one who stops/gives up first, loses(of course)

Oh, but there's one catch

There's no place for logics here.

Do you still dare to enter?

/You'll never see Youngsaeng or anyone else, or the world, the same way again.../

*actually the other writer never declared it complete, but i'd love to declare it's complete n i won since she has abandoned it after i last updated it....:p...since it's been months i declare myself the winner. xD

47. Love Song in May [completed]

When I was nine, I first learned the pain of falling,
It was on a brilliant morning on a sunny day.
When I was nineteen, I first learned the woe of wordless rejection without even confessing,
It was on a beautiful noon's concert I couldn't pay.
When I was twenty-nine, I first learned the sorrow of hating,
It was on a cold evening, when the sky was gray.
I am thirty-nine, when it seems unending, the sufferings,
It was then I heard the song nobody sings,
When we met, it was a silent night, in May.
It was then, I learned the fear of what I couldn't say.

I had grown weary from the years of waiting,
But he's still as beautiful as ever, shining.

He promised that if I endure for just one more day, the one I wait for will come.
I believed his words, but I wasn't sure if it's still the same prayers I hum.

48. The Green Giftbox - not fanfic n co-wrote but i did the description...;) [completed]

THE GREEN GIFTBOX CONTAINS THE GREATEST GIFTS IN THEIR LIVES, IN OUR LIVES.

FROM IDOL TO FANS, FROM FANS TO IDOL.

FOR SUPERSTARS SPARKLING IN GREEN, BURSTING WITH SHIMMERING LIGHTS THROUGH THE DARKNESS.

THANK YOU FOR THE LAUGHTER, THE TEARS, THE JOY, THE HAPPINESS, THE PAIN, THE EVERY LITTLE EMOTIONS, THE MEMORIES, THE JOURNEY, THE MUSIC, THE LOVE.

NINE YEARS IS A SHORT JOURNEY.

LET'S KEEP WALKING AND SHARING MORE GIFTS WITH EACH OTHER AS WE WALK ALONG.

BECAUSE LOVING SS501 IS A BLISSFUL THING^^.

HAPPY 9TH ANNIVERSARY SS501

8 JUNE 2005-8 JUNE 2014

49. June's Promise [completed]

In the final residue of May,
He appeared amidst the remainder of Spring breeze,
Bringing along a promise for the Summer,
Buried underneath diminishing sparkling pulses,
Feelings that shouldn't be,
I believed in his promise,
I believed anything and everything he said,
Even if I knew believing is a grave mistake,
But what do I do when he disappeared before I could admit it,
What do I do when I let him break into my protected refuge and robbed my sanity,
What do I do when his promise came fulfilled in the first bell of June, disappointingly,
When all I want now is what i couldn't have?
When all I want is all that has left?
When all I wanted is no longer what I want?
When all I want is...
him?

50. My Little Songbook (not fanfic, just my song translation works)

- no relevant description

51. Juliet of July [completed]

"Unnie, what kind of love do you want to experience?"

Do I even still have a chance at love? Chances don't come and go everyday. And now, I'm back to where I was. Back to square one. No where.

I only shrugged it off.

"What about you? What kind of love do you hope to experience?" I felt bad asking it, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment to take the subject away from myself. I regretted it.

But surprisingly, she responded with her ever bright smile.

"I was waiting for you to ask that! Me...I want...a love like Romeo and Juliet. Ommo, so romantic! My Romeo~" She clasped her pale, skinny hands together as if not worried they would break, when it gave me such fright.

"But why...what's so great about Romeo and Juliet? They're young and stupid, reckless. And they even died together for ridiculous reason."

"That's the reason! Someone who would be with me and accompany me even when I die...wouldn't that be perfectly romantic?"

"But...they don't even seem like they know love."

"Does it matter?"

For, thy Juliet hath pledge her shining eyes for a foolish lover

Oh Romeo, oh Romeo, wilt thee come and with thy Mistress,

be sprinkled with flowers,

Under the same cover?

52. Halted Steps

Big journeys are what life's all about.

Big achievements.

Big discoveries and revelations.

Big words and deeds.

Big people(as in, reputation mind you, not size).

But often we forget,

That small journeys are just as relevant as big ones, if not more.

That big strides begin with small steps.

That you'll never be able to run before you learn to crawl.

Often I forget.

Now that my steps are halted,...

What will be of my life?

Maybe I'll learn to crawl again, or rot and disintegrate in stillness.

Meet Aminah, who found her steps in life halted when she woke up one day, on a hospital bed after miraculously surviving a tragedy. Far away from the comfort of her family, friends and all things familiar, she was left stranded, alone in a land and community that seemed so alien, when the people in her life were thousands of miles away, her first Ramadhan that's different than any other, for as long as she has lived, and maybe for the rest of her life.

53. An August to Cherryish [completed]

Life is a mystery,
Love, sweet as cherry,

When you're hit with sore misery,
Will you quit or be more wary?

If yesterday, a spilled history,
Tomorrow, will it be filled with merry?

Life is a mystery,
Love, sweet as cherry,

No matter what, do not perish,
No matter what, always cherish.

54. My Bandmate's Wedding Singer [completed]

They resent it, but I'm happy even just for it, even just to be able to sing.
Even better, I get to sing, for my bandmate, ...on his wedding day.