Sweet Revenge, Sweet Love, Sweet Irony, Ch. 10
Title: Sweet Revenge, Sweet Love, Sweet Irony
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaemin, YunJae, JaeSu and more ^^;
Summary: When a bitter Changmin finds an unconscious and almost dead Jaejoong, a headstrong delinquent, gets in over his head in a fight and ends up unconscious on the brink of death in between the apartments owned by Shim Changmin, the son of Korea’s richest man and a member of one of the most famous bands in Asia. When Changmin recognizes him from their school days, he decides to take him in and nurse him back to health, but not for free, of course. Changmin’s revenge for Jaejoong’s treatment of him in the past? Of course, Jaejoong will become his personal [s]sex[/s] maid.
Warnings (for now and later): Rape, sadistic Changmin, language, male-cross dressing, smex(later) and a newbie writer. :P
Story rating: PG13 to NC17
Changmin woke up the next morning, curled in the same corner he’d seen Jaejoong sleeping in the morning after he’d been so cruel towards him. He was in pain and felt utterly disgusting with his face covered in honey. Was this how he’d felt? He wondered as he extended his legs, his joints popping slightly. “I’d never imagined that he’d been hurt so badly.” He sighed, resting his head on his sore arm.
Changmin truly hadn’t thought of how much this could have affected Jaejoong. He had thought that it was babyish of his not to forgive him when he was truly sorry but now he realized that getting his forgiveness wasn’t going to be easy, considering everything he’d done to him. Having had his back facing the hall, Changmin turned and jumped slightly. There was Jaejoong, sitting on the staircase, watching him with an odd look. “Morning.” He ventured as he pushed himself off the floor, his body protesting as it was forced to flex tired muscles.
Jaejoong pushed himself from the stairs and walked down to stand in front of him, “Stop it. Don’t do this anymore.” he breathed, staring down at him with a mix of anger and frustration on his face.
“When I see you like this, I feel guilty like I’m doing something bad to you.” he growled, brushing a hand through his hair in frustration.
“You’re not doing anything to me, Jaejoong. Everything I’m doing is to get your forgiveness, it's all for myself.” Changmin muttered taking a step closer to him.
Jaejoong retreated two steps, “Why aren’t you angry?” he whispered, cold eyes boring into him.
“Because I have no right to be angry. Everything you’ve done to me, I’ve done to you.” He replied softly, his face falling slightly as Jaejoong moved away from him.
“Stop saying that, Changmin.” Jaejoong snapped, narrowing his eyes slightly. “I’m not going to pity you.” he growled, seeming more like he was telling himself rather than informing him.
Changmin took a slow breath, his eyes fluttering for a brief moment, “I’m not asking for pity, Jaejoong. I want you to forgive me.”
“Fine. I forgive you. So stop doing this.” Jaejoong gestured around the hall, his gaze never leaving him. He didn’t really feel like forgiving him yet, he just wanted him to stop. He was making his feel guilty when he hadn’t even done a single thing to him. Guilt was an emotion Jaejoong had thought he’d done away with years ago obviously he’d been wrong. Guilt still hurt like it always had. It was a gnawing pain in his chest, it caused his to be short of breath when he watched Changmin going through this, it was making him feel sorry for him.
“Don’t lie.” Changmin growled, seeming to become slightly annoyed. “I know damn well that you haven’t forgiven me yet.”
“I forgave you…please stop.” Jaejoong begged, stopping a tear trickle down his cheek, just to see if an emotional display would make him stop.
“I can’t stop. Not until I’ve been through it all.”
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Jaejoong cried, tears escaping and streaming down his face. “Why do you care if I forgive you? I'm just your maid remember! What could my forgiveness mean to you!?”
“Because I’m beginning to have feelings for you.” Changmin muttered without blinking. He was, of course, extremely nervous. He already knew that he was going to reject him. But he just hoped he could make some kind of impression on him that would change his mind.
Changmin had feelings for him? A look of disgust cut across Jaejoong’s face as he shook his head at him. He breathed, taking a few steps back, “If you like me, then making you do this is pointless because I know you’ll just sit there and take it.” Jaejoong snapped in an angry voice, hating the feeling of shock and nerves he felt at the confession. “I won’t and can’t love you. So don’t ever say those words to me again.” he muttered as he turned and walked away from him, not wanting to see his face again.
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“Jaejoong…Jaejoong!” A maid gushed as he ran up and grabbed Jaejoong’s arm.
Jaejoong pulled himself from the maids’ grip, a dark look coursing through his eyes. “What do you want?”
“M-Mr. Changmin is cleaning all the windows.” she breathed in a shocked voice, her hand trembling slightly. “He said none of us could help him.”
“Let the idiot clean all the windows. It doesn’t concern me.” Jaejoong growled, turning and walking down the hall.
“But Yunho said you would want to know.” The maid muttered, watching Jaejoong walk away.
“He what?” Jaejoong snapped, turning and look back at the maid who paled slightly at Jaejoong’s intense gaze.
“H-he said I should tell you Mr. Changmin was cleaning the windows.”
“Did he now?” Jaejoong growled as he turned and stalked away, his anger growing towards Yunho.
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“What are you trying to pull, Yunho?” Jaejoong growled as he strolled into the kitchen, an indifferent mask look hanging off his chin. Yunho looked up from his plate of cookies, his eyes growing slightly warmer when he saw him. “Don’t give me that look. Just tell me why you asked a maid to inform me about Changmin.” he growled, feeling untouched by his show of affection towards his.
“Have a seat.” He sighed, gesturing to one of the chairs sitting opposite him, wearing a look Jaejoong had never seen before.
Jaejoong sighed and took the seat, crossing his arms over his chest, “What?”
“I just wanted to talk to you. I figured the best way to do that was to get you angry at me.” He replied easily, before taking a bite of the cookie in his hand.
“Is there some important matter you need to discuss with me?” he growled in an annoyed tone.
“Well,” Yunho began, giving his a thoughtful look. “The story of what happened last night has already one through the entire house staff. Just wanted to make sure it was true.”
“Story?” Jaejoong asked, knowing that he was talking about his rampage against Changmin the night before.
“Playing stupid doesn’t suit you, Jaejoong.”
“Oh, but playing the nice guy really suits you, Yunho. You've tricked a lot of people with it, haven't you?” Jaejoong shot back, no change in his exterior showing at his words.
“Now that we have those thoughts out of the way, why don’t you go on to explain?” He asked causally, before taking a drink of his milk.
“Why are you so interested?”
“Just that the rumor says that you got pretty emotional with Changmin….” He trailed off and studied his blank face, “It couldn’t be that you have feelings for him, could it?”
“No, it couldn’t. So don’t ask stupid questions that you already know the answer to.” he snapped, annoyed at him for bringing it up. “Anyways, why would you care if I did? You're not my boyfriend.”
“I see.” He stated slowly before pushing the plate towards him.
Jaejoong silently sniffed the air for a moment before reaching in and taking a cookie. “Nothing spectacular happened.” he muttered, his gaze coming up to meet Yunho’s. “He’s trying to get my forgiveness.”
“Coming from Changmin. I would call that spectacular.” Yunho intoned lightly, offering him a napkin.
“You expect me to believe that he’s actually sorry?” Jaejoong scoffed.
“Well, yes,” Yunho replied, taking another cookie, “How often do you think Changmin cries?”
Jaejoong's eyebrow rose slightly before scoffing. “Changmin? Yeah right, there's a better chance of hell freezing over.”
“I walked past him laying on the floor last night and heard his muffled crying,” Yunho continued, ignoring Jaejoong’s previous statement, “He did it a lot after our mother died.”
“Are you trying to guilt me too, Yunho?” he growled as he popped off the lid of a beer from the fridge, ignoring the milk right in front of him, and took a large gulp.
“Is that what you think I'm doing?” He laughed, raising his hand to let his chin rest on it. “I'm just trying to enlighten you of his personality.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, turning to leave the room. “Right now, I'm still trying to figure out yours.”
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Three hours later found Jaejoong in his room, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling as he usually did however, this time he was just a little tipsy from the beer he’d had with Yunho and the three he drank while he got to his room. He had to admit, that as much as Yunho annoyed his, he could relate better to him than anyone else in this house. He knew that Yunho understood him more than himself. Too bad I can't understand what's going on with him... Jaejoong thought, shifting toward the wall.
“So how long have you been gracing Changmin with your presence in his bed? Was it before me? Or did you start when you got bored of me?” Yunho growled, pulling within inches of his face, an angry heat pouring from his body in waves.
Jaejoong thought he saw a playful smile starting at the corner of Yunho's mouth. Not a sadistic, rape smile-an almost joking smile as if they were playing a game. Jaejoong shifted slightly in shock. Was he remembering correctly? Had Yunho actually smiled back then? Jaejoong sighed and placed his hand over his forehead. I'm just imagining it. Yunho is just a jealous, childish, clingy, violent--
“Jaejoong?” Changmin’s voice interrupted through the door.
Jaejoong groaned and covered his face with a pillow, “Leave me alone.” he growled under his breath, trying to remember if he’d locked the door.
“I’m coming in.” He called, pushing the door open slowly.
Jaejoong sighed and shook his head, “I could have sworn I locked that door.” he muttered as he sat up on the bed, turning his cold gaze on Changmin.
“Wait, what’s with the blanket?” he asked, gesturing towards the two blankets and small pillow Changmin was carrying.
“Oh, I’m going to sleep in your room.” He muttered, a unfamiliar blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Like hell you are!” Jaejoong growled, standing and stalking towards him, “I’m not letting you stay here.”
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That night found Changmin in Jaejoong’s room, curled in the corner on his think blanket.“Bastard.” Jaejoong growled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the head-board.
“I do have ears.” Changmin called as he rolled over to stare at his.
“Yes, and you have a big mouth as well so shut-up and go to sleep.” he snapped in a moody voice.
“I wanted to talk to you about what I said earlier.”
“Don’t even go there.” Jaejoong groaned, tuning his back to him as he settled into bed.
“I wanted to know what you meant when you said you couldn’t love me…” He trailed off like he was waiting for him to jump in and say something.
“It means exactly what it sounds like it means.” Jaejoong growled, unwilling to talk about the subject further.
“Is that because of what I did to you?”
“It’s because I had a crappy life that didn’t leave any room for love. Stop questioning me before I get really angry.” he snapped, his body tensing slightly.
“What about Yunho?” Changmin inquired, anxiously, not wanting to hear Jaejoong's answer as much as he thought he would. “Didn't you love him?”
“What wrong with you two?” Jaejoong snapped, “I told you I can't love. Period.”
Jaejoong heard Changmin shift slightly on the floor, unbeknownst to Jaejoong, in a mix of happiness and anger. “So you played him?”
“I told you already I don't want your love!” Jaejoong yelled, shooting up from his bed as if he'd had a nightmare, “Stop asking about him already!”
“So you did love him.”
Jaejoong was peeved. “Why is it you don't shut up?” Jaejoong snapped out of confusion. “I don't love Yunho but if it help ease your brother complex, I do hate you even more than I do him.”
“Whether you hate me or not, I'm still undignifiably clinging to your forgiveness.”
“God, can't you just leave me alone already?” Jaejoong spat back.
“Earlier today you said you'd think about forgiving me, is that true?” Changmin whispered solemnly, late regret creeping into his voice.
“I am thinking about it.” Jaejoong turned his body so Changmin could only see his back, “Can't you tell what the person you love is thinking?”
“Was it like that with Yunho?”
The older boy rose from his bed and walked over to the door, finally fed up with the clingy, jealous nature of the men in this family. “No, it wasn't. And before you say another word, answer this question for me: when is my birthday?”
Jaejoong waited moment before squinting at Changmin's blank face in the darkness. “What? I don't kn--” he trailed off, realizing the point.
“Yeah, that's what I thought. How can you claim to have feelings for me if you can't even answer a basic question like that?”
With that Jaejoong turned and left the room, leaving Changmin alone, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
A/N: A short chapter for such a long wait, sorry, guys. Annnd I hated this chapter too, I put no feeling into it and it's all dialogue. D: Whadda ya think though?
Author: kissthecoffin
Pairing: Jaemin, YunJae, JaeSu and more ^^;
Summary: When a bitter Changmin finds an unconscious and almost dead Jaejoong, a headstrong delinquent, gets in over his head in a fight and ends up unconscious on the brink of death in between the apartments owned by Shim Changmin, the son of Korea’s richest man and a member of one of the most famous bands in Asia. When Changmin recognizes him from their school days, he decides to take him in and nurse him back to health, but not for free, of course. Changmin’s revenge for Jaejoong’s treatment of him in the past? Of course, Jaejoong will become his personal [s]sex[/s] maid.
Warnings (for now and later): Rape, sadistic Changmin, language, male-cross dressing, smex(later) and a newbie writer. :P
Story rating: PG13 to NC17
Changmin woke up the next morning, curled in the same corner he’d seen Jaejoong sleeping in the morning after he’d been so cruel towards him. He was in pain and felt utterly disgusting with his face covered in honey. Was this how he’d felt? He wondered as he extended his legs, his joints popping slightly. “I’d never imagined that he’d been hurt so badly.” He sighed, resting his head on his sore arm.
Changmin truly hadn’t thought of how much this could have affected Jaejoong. He had thought that it was babyish of his not to forgive him when he was truly sorry but now he realized that getting his forgiveness wasn’t going to be easy, considering everything he’d done to him. Having had his back facing the hall, Changmin turned and jumped slightly. There was Jaejoong, sitting on the staircase, watching him with an odd look. “Morning.” He ventured as he pushed himself off the floor, his body protesting as it was forced to flex tired muscles.
Jaejoong pushed himself from the stairs and walked down to stand in front of him, “Stop it. Don’t do this anymore.” he breathed, staring down at him with a mix of anger and frustration on his face.
“When I see you like this, I feel guilty like I’m doing something bad to you.” he growled, brushing a hand through his hair in frustration.
“You’re not doing anything to me, Jaejoong. Everything I’m doing is to get your forgiveness, it's all for myself.” Changmin muttered taking a step closer to him.
Jaejoong retreated two steps, “Why aren’t you angry?” he whispered, cold eyes boring into him.
“Because I have no right to be angry. Everything you’ve done to me, I’ve done to you.” He replied softly, his face falling slightly as Jaejoong moved away from him.
“Stop saying that, Changmin.” Jaejoong snapped, narrowing his eyes slightly. “I’m not going to pity you.” he growled, seeming more like he was telling himself rather than informing him.
Changmin took a slow breath, his eyes fluttering for a brief moment, “I’m not asking for pity, Jaejoong. I want you to forgive me.”
“Fine. I forgive you. So stop doing this.” Jaejoong gestured around the hall, his gaze never leaving him. He didn’t really feel like forgiving him yet, he just wanted him to stop. He was making his feel guilty when he hadn’t even done a single thing to him. Guilt was an emotion Jaejoong had thought he’d done away with years ago obviously he’d been wrong. Guilt still hurt like it always had. It was a gnawing pain in his chest, it caused his to be short of breath when he watched Changmin going through this, it was making him feel sorry for him.
“Don’t lie.” Changmin growled, seeming to become slightly annoyed. “I know damn well that you haven’t forgiven me yet.”
“I forgave you…please stop.” Jaejoong begged, stopping a tear trickle down his cheek, just to see if an emotional display would make him stop.
“I can’t stop. Not until I’ve been through it all.”
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Jaejoong cried, tears escaping and streaming down his face. “Why do you care if I forgive you? I'm just your maid remember! What could my forgiveness mean to you!?”
“Because I’m beginning to have feelings for you.” Changmin muttered without blinking. He was, of course, extremely nervous. He already knew that he was going to reject him. But he just hoped he could make some kind of impression on him that would change his mind.
Changmin had feelings for him? A look of disgust cut across Jaejoong’s face as he shook his head at him. He breathed, taking a few steps back, “If you like me, then making you do this is pointless because I know you’ll just sit there and take it.” Jaejoong snapped in an angry voice, hating the feeling of shock and nerves he felt at the confession. “I won’t and can’t love you. So don’t ever say those words to me again.” he muttered as he turned and walked away from him, not wanting to see his face again.
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“Jaejoong…Jaejoong!” A maid gushed as he ran up and grabbed Jaejoong’s arm.
Jaejoong pulled himself from the maids’ grip, a dark look coursing through his eyes. “What do you want?”
“M-Mr. Changmin is cleaning all the windows.” she breathed in a shocked voice, her hand trembling slightly. “He said none of us could help him.”
“Let the idiot clean all the windows. It doesn’t concern me.” Jaejoong growled, turning and walking down the hall.
“But Yunho said you would want to know.” The maid muttered, watching Jaejoong walk away.
“He what?” Jaejoong snapped, turning and look back at the maid who paled slightly at Jaejoong’s intense gaze.
“H-he said I should tell you Mr. Changmin was cleaning the windows.”
“Did he now?” Jaejoong growled as he turned and stalked away, his anger growing towards Yunho.
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“What are you trying to pull, Yunho?” Jaejoong growled as he strolled into the kitchen, an indifferent mask look hanging off his chin. Yunho looked up from his plate of cookies, his eyes growing slightly warmer when he saw him. “Don’t give me that look. Just tell me why you asked a maid to inform me about Changmin.” he growled, feeling untouched by his show of affection towards his.
“Have a seat.” He sighed, gesturing to one of the chairs sitting opposite him, wearing a look Jaejoong had never seen before.
Jaejoong sighed and took the seat, crossing his arms over his chest, “What?”
“I just wanted to talk to you. I figured the best way to do that was to get you angry at me.” He replied easily, before taking a bite of the cookie in his hand.
“Is there some important matter you need to discuss with me?” he growled in an annoyed tone.
“Well,” Yunho began, giving his a thoughtful look. “The story of what happened last night has already one through the entire house staff. Just wanted to make sure it was true.”
“Story?” Jaejoong asked, knowing that he was talking about his rampage against Changmin the night before.
“Playing stupid doesn’t suit you, Jaejoong.”
“Oh, but playing the nice guy really suits you, Yunho. You've tricked a lot of people with it, haven't you?” Jaejoong shot back, no change in his exterior showing at his words.
“Now that we have those thoughts out of the way, why don’t you go on to explain?” He asked causally, before taking a drink of his milk.
“Why are you so interested?”
“Just that the rumor says that you got pretty emotional with Changmin….” He trailed off and studied his blank face, “It couldn’t be that you have feelings for him, could it?”
“No, it couldn’t. So don’t ask stupid questions that you already know the answer to.” he snapped, annoyed at him for bringing it up. “Anyways, why would you care if I did? You're not my boyfriend.”
“I see.” He stated slowly before pushing the plate towards him.
Jaejoong silently sniffed the air for a moment before reaching in and taking a cookie. “Nothing spectacular happened.” he muttered, his gaze coming up to meet Yunho’s. “He’s trying to get my forgiveness.”
“Coming from Changmin. I would call that spectacular.” Yunho intoned lightly, offering him a napkin.
“You expect me to believe that he’s actually sorry?” Jaejoong scoffed.
“Well, yes,” Yunho replied, taking another cookie, “How often do you think Changmin cries?”
Jaejoong's eyebrow rose slightly before scoffing. “Changmin? Yeah right, there's a better chance of hell freezing over.”
“I walked past him laying on the floor last night and heard his muffled crying,” Yunho continued, ignoring Jaejoong’s previous statement, “He did it a lot after our mother died.”
“Are you trying to guilt me too, Yunho?” he growled as he popped off the lid of a beer from the fridge, ignoring the milk right in front of him, and took a large gulp.
“Is that what you think I'm doing?” He laughed, raising his hand to let his chin rest on it. “I'm just trying to enlighten you of his personality.”
Jaejoong rolled his eyes, turning to leave the room. “Right now, I'm still trying to figure out yours.”
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Three hours later found Jaejoong in his room, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling as he usually did however, this time he was just a little tipsy from the beer he’d had with Yunho and the three he drank while he got to his room. He had to admit, that as much as Yunho annoyed his, he could relate better to him than anyone else in this house. He knew that Yunho understood him more than himself. Too bad I can't understand what's going on with him... Jaejoong thought, shifting toward the wall.
“So how long have you been gracing Changmin with your presence in his bed? Was it before me? Or did you start when you got bored of me?” Yunho growled, pulling within inches of his face, an angry heat pouring from his body in waves.
Jaejoong thought he saw a playful smile starting at the corner of Yunho's mouth. Not a sadistic, rape smile-an almost joking smile as if they were playing a game. Jaejoong shifted slightly in shock. Was he remembering correctly? Had Yunho actually smiled back then? Jaejoong sighed and placed his hand over his forehead. I'm just imagining it. Yunho is just a jealous, childish, clingy, violent--
“Jaejoong?” Changmin’s voice interrupted through the door.
Jaejoong groaned and covered his face with a pillow, “Leave me alone.” he growled under his breath, trying to remember if he’d locked the door.
“I’m coming in.” He called, pushing the door open slowly.
Jaejoong sighed and shook his head, “I could have sworn I locked that door.” he muttered as he sat up on the bed, turning his cold gaze on Changmin.
“Wait, what’s with the blanket?” he asked, gesturing towards the two blankets and small pillow Changmin was carrying.
“Oh, I’m going to sleep in your room.” He muttered, a unfamiliar blush creeping up his cheeks.
“Like hell you are!” Jaejoong growled, standing and stalking towards him, “I’m not letting you stay here.”
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That night found Changmin in Jaejoong’s room, curled in the corner on his think blanket.“Bastard.” Jaejoong growled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the head-board.
“I do have ears.” Changmin called as he rolled over to stare at his.
“Yes, and you have a big mouth as well so shut-up and go to sleep.” he snapped in a moody voice.
“I wanted to talk to you about what I said earlier.”
“Don’t even go there.” Jaejoong groaned, tuning his back to him as he settled into bed.
“I wanted to know what you meant when you said you couldn’t love me…” He trailed off like he was waiting for him to jump in and say something.
“It means exactly what it sounds like it means.” Jaejoong growled, unwilling to talk about the subject further.
“Is that because of what I did to you?”
“It’s because I had a crappy life that didn’t leave any room for love. Stop questioning me before I get really angry.” he snapped, his body tensing slightly.
“What about Yunho?” Changmin inquired, anxiously, not wanting to hear Jaejoong's answer as much as he thought he would. “Didn't you love him?”
“What wrong with you two?” Jaejoong snapped, “I told you I can't love. Period.”
Jaejoong heard Changmin shift slightly on the floor, unbeknownst to Jaejoong, in a mix of happiness and anger. “So you played him?”
“I told you already I don't want your love!” Jaejoong yelled, shooting up from his bed as if he'd had a nightmare, “Stop asking about him already!”
“So you did love him.”
Jaejoong was peeved. “Why is it you don't shut up?” Jaejoong snapped out of confusion. “I don't love Yunho but if it help ease your brother complex, I do hate you even more than I do him.”
“Whether you hate me or not, I'm still undignifiably clinging to your forgiveness.”
“God, can't you just leave me alone already?” Jaejoong spat back.
“Earlier today you said you'd think about forgiving me, is that true?” Changmin whispered solemnly, late regret creeping into his voice.
“I am thinking about it.” Jaejoong turned his body so Changmin could only see his back, “Can't you tell what the person you love is thinking?”
“Was it like that with Yunho?”
The older boy rose from his bed and walked over to the door, finally fed up with the clingy, jealous nature of the men in this family. “No, it wasn't. And before you say another word, answer this question for me: when is my birthday?”
Jaejoong waited moment before squinting at Changmin's blank face in the darkness. “What? I don't kn--” he trailed off, realizing the point.
“Yeah, that's what I thought. How can you claim to have feelings for me if you can't even answer a basic question like that?”
With that Jaejoong turned and left the room, leaving Changmin alone, a look of utter disbelief on his face.
A/N: A short chapter for such a long wait, sorry, guys. Annnd I hated this chapter too, I put no feeling into it and it's all dialogue. D: Whadda ya think though?