10 Song Suju Challenge
1. Prozzak - Strange disease
Shiwon never knew what to do in these situations. He’d never been faced with these kinds of situations before in the first place. He was always calm, composed, not bound to these ‘sins of the flesh’ as they were called. But when he saw Donghae sitting in the cubicle next to him, the new boy in the office, his nice pants riding just an inch too low, showing off lightly tanned hips, the way his lips moved when he laughed, the way he’d bounce his leg under the desk, Shiwon often excused himself to the bathroom for emergencies. He supposed he felt bad, growing up the way he did, knowing about all these sins that only sent people to Hell, but he supposed that if Hell felt this good, he wouldn’t mind it so much.
Work became a lot harder to concentrate on after that, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He hated how his eyes would often drift from his desk to the
2. Say Goodnight - Click Five
Leeteuk never wanted to have to end things this way. He hated that things had gone so horribly wrong, but he recognized a dead end when he saw one, and he knew that some time apart was what they needed. Maybe he would go see his parents in the country, maybe he would go on a vacation overseas somewhere. He wasn’t sure yet, but he knew that he was going to get away.
Donghae cried when he told him what he was going to do. He cried and clutched Leeteuk’s shirt like a lifeline, and Leeteuk held him and let him cry, but he didn’t - he couldn’t - change his mind. Things had gone horribly wrong and he knew that they needed some time apart.
Leeteuk often remembered that last night together. He hadn’t gone back to see the boy, hadn’t called or e-mailed him, and maybe that hurt, but that last night was his favorite memory. He remembered how Donghae had curled into a ball, the tear streaks dry on his face as he asked Leeteuk something that would probably lessen the hurt for now, but would never ease the pain.
“Don’t tell me goodbye, hyung. Tell me you love me, and tell me goodnight. So when I fall asleep, I’ll go to sleep thinking I’ll wake up to you. Just tell me goodnight, hyung.”
Leeteuk told him goodnight.
3. Angry White Boy Polka - Weird Al
Kibum was a strange one, Yesung knew that. Even though Kibum was quiet and not much of a talker, he knew there was some kind of strangeness in there, hiding deep down inside. It showed through every now and then, but he never quite saw completely through to his crazy side underneath. But it wasn’t until two years after they’d met that he’d truly become aware of how weird the boy really could be, and how worth the wait it was.
He had gotten home early that night, and he knew that Kibum always got home before him, but whenever he walked in the door, Kibum would be watching TV or reading in his room. This time was different, though.
Kibum was in the living room with the stereo turned up incredibly loud - explains why he didn’t hear the door opening - playing some kind of crazy sounding music, possibly sung by someone who had visited a mental institution several times, in English. That wasn’t the weird part, though. The weird part was the fact that Kibum was in naught but his underwear, holding the mop in his hands and singing along to the music. He shook his butt a few times, tipped his hips to the side, and turned around in a pirouette, only to see Yesung standing in the doorway.
4. Bottom of my broken heart - Britney Spears
Kyuhyun had always believe in true love. True love, soul mates, the other half, you significant other. He believed in it all. He’d never read romance novels, his mother wasn’t that kind of idealist, he hated chick flicks. But he grew up knowing that he believed in all those things.
When he met Yesung, he knew he’d found everything he’d been looking for in his soul mate. He loved him like he’d loved nothing else, cherished him for everything he was. He loved the way he smelled, the way he touched, the way he kissed. He loved the way he cared so much about Kyuhyun, and that he would do anything the younger boy asked of him. They loved each other fully, completely, and wholly.
And then Yesung left him. He gave no explanation, no nothing. Kyuhyun just came home one day and Yesung was packed and leaving. Kyuhyun begged him to stay, pleaded with him, asked what he’d done wrong to drive him away, but Yesung didn’t answer him. He coldly left Kyuhyun crying on the floor, saying he’d come back for his things when Kyuhyun was out of the house next, and there was no doubt in Kyuhyun’s mind that something extremely wrong had happened with Yesung, and he wanted so desperately to know why.
“I love you form the first kiss to the very last rose.” Yesung said these words softly as he kissed the white rose he was holding and laid it on the casket. “I always loved you, Kyuhyun. I’m so sorry.”
5. Your Eyes - Alexz Johnson
There was no other way to describe Hangeng’s eyes than ‘beautiful,’ and Heechul often described them that way when he thought about the foreigner. He loved the way they sparkled in the light, and how the emotions he was feeling were just so apparent, not hidden by any walls like so many other people’s were, including Heechul’s. The older boy found himself falling in love with those eyes every time he looked into them, and he wished he could gaze deep into them forever. His eyes were like a foundation to Heechul, making him weak in the knees but also feel like he could take on the world. He felt nervous looking into them and often had to turn to the side, a faint blush tinting his cheeks when he thought all those beautiful thoughts about the Chinese boy’s eyes.
“I love you, Hangeng” he said in front of the mirror, imagining he was looking into those eyes as he said them. How desperately he wanted
6. You Got It - N’Sync
Secretly, Shiwon liked to seduce women. Sure, everyone thought he would never be the type, but on a weekend
7. Everyone - Backstreet Boys
Heechul loved the stage, and the stage loved Heechul. The roar of the crowd as the curtain was pulled back, the bright lights washing over him, blinding him until his eyes adjusted; the feel of the microphone in his hand as he worked his voice into a rock ballad he’d composed years ago, written for a certain someone who wound up breaking his heart; the emotions the words left behind on him. He loved it all.
He loved his band, as well, because without his band, he was nothing. Without the soft strumming of the guitar, the dull hum of the bass, the dramatic pounding of the drums to carry the song along, it wouldn’t even be a song. He would be using a synthesized band, and that wasn’t what Heechul lived for. He lived for the feel of the music running through his veins.
This was what Heechul loved, and he and his band did this for all their fans.
8. Numb - Linkin Park
His parents never understood what he was going through. How was he supposed to be able to be amazing at school, a perfect son, and a wonderful boyfriend. They never understood that they couldn’t live through him, that he couldn’t perfect all their problems and do what they never did just because they didn’t do it and he could. Just because they didn’t love each other didn’t mean Kyuhyun had to be stuck with a girl he didn’t love when there was a perfect girl for him living just a few doors down that - oh no - didn’t make as much money as the current girlfriend. Didn’t it matter that Kyuhyun hated the current girl and loved the other one? Didn’t his emotions have anything to do with it?
He often found that he felt like an emotional wreck a lot of the time, and he hated it. He blamed it on his parents.
9. Carry On Dancing - Savage Garden
Hankyung lived for the dance. Nothing could stop him from dancing. He danced in his dreams, in his waking moments, down the walkway to his car, across the kitchen with his cereal, in the bathroom while holding the brush. Dancing brought him a feeling of security and comfort, like a blanket he’d had as a child that he’d never grown tired of sleeping with.
He hated it when his time to dance suddenly became restricted by the tight white jacket and the lack of moving space. He wanted out, needed out, but couldn’t get out. He was being restrained and nothing brought him happiness anymore. Sometimes, when the moonlight would shine through his window, he found himself attempting to twirl like he’d used to, but without his arms for balance, he stumbled and fell more often than he completed a turn. And often he found himself lying on the floor in tears more than
10. Do I Creep You Out - Weird Al
Leeteuk always liked this boy. He’d always watched him from a distance, focusing in on him as he sat happily in his desk. Sometimes, Leeteuk would sit in the desk after Kyuhyun got out of it and left the room, hoping to keep just a hint of his warmth. He would lay his head on the desk and wonder what Kyuhyun thought about while sitting in this desk. Was he thinking of Leeteuk like Leeteuk thought of Kyuhyun?
For the following years of high school, he kept his eyes on the boy, getting ever closer to him. Kyuhyun didn’t know it, but Leeteuk had kept that
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Shiwon never knew what to do in these situations. He’d never been faced with these kinds of situations before in the first place. He was always calm, composed, not bound to these ‘sins of the flesh’ as they were called. But when he saw Donghae sitting in the cubicle next to him, the new boy in the office, his nice pants riding just an inch too low, showing off lightly tanned hips, the way his lips moved when he laughed, the way he’d bounce his leg under the desk, Shiwon often excused himself to the bathroom for emergencies. He supposed he felt bad, growing up the way he did, knowing about all these sins that only sent people to Hell, but he supposed that if Hell felt this good, he wouldn’t mind it so much.
Work became a lot harder to concentrate on after that, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He hated how his eyes would often drift from his desk to the
2. Say Goodnight - Click Five
Leeteuk never wanted to have to end things this way. He hated that things had gone so horribly wrong, but he recognized a dead end when he saw one, and he knew that some time apart was what they needed. Maybe he would go see his parents in the country, maybe he would go on a vacation overseas somewhere. He wasn’t sure yet, but he knew that he was going to get away.
Donghae cried when he told him what he was going to do. He cried and clutched Leeteuk’s shirt like a lifeline, and Leeteuk held him and let him cry, but he didn’t - he couldn’t - change his mind. Things had gone horribly wrong and he knew that they needed some time apart.
Leeteuk often remembered that last night together. He hadn’t gone back to see the boy, hadn’t called or e-mailed him, and maybe that hurt, but that last night was his favorite memory. He remembered how Donghae had curled into a ball, the tear streaks dry on his face as he asked Leeteuk something that would probably lessen the hurt for now, but would never ease the pain.
“Don’t tell me goodbye, hyung. Tell me you love me, and tell me goodnight. So when I fall asleep, I’ll go to sleep thinking I’ll wake up to you. Just tell me goodnight, hyung.”
Leeteuk told him goodnight.
3. Angry White Boy Polka - Weird Al
Kibum was a strange one, Yesung knew that. Even though Kibum was quiet and not much of a talker, he knew there was some kind of strangeness in there, hiding deep down inside. It showed through every now and then, but he never quite saw completely through to his crazy side underneath. But it wasn’t until two years after they’d met that he’d truly become aware of how weird the boy really could be, and how worth the wait it was.
He had gotten home early that night, and he knew that Kibum always got home before him, but whenever he walked in the door, Kibum would be watching TV or reading in his room. This time was different, though.
Kibum was in the living room with the stereo turned up incredibly loud - explains why he didn’t hear the door opening - playing some kind of crazy sounding music, possibly sung by someone who had visited a mental institution several times, in English. That wasn’t the weird part, though. The weird part was the fact that Kibum was in naught but his underwear, holding the mop in his hands and singing along to the music. He shook his butt a few times, tipped his hips to the side, and turned around in a pirouette, only to see Yesung standing in the doorway.
4. Bottom of my broken heart - Britney Spears
Kyuhyun had always believe in true love. True love, soul mates, the other half, you significant other. He believed in it all. He’d never read romance novels, his mother wasn’t that kind of idealist, he hated chick flicks. But he grew up knowing that he believed in all those things.
When he met Yesung, he knew he’d found everything he’d been looking for in his soul mate. He loved him like he’d loved nothing else, cherished him for everything he was. He loved the way he smelled, the way he touched, the way he kissed. He loved the way he cared so much about Kyuhyun, and that he would do anything the younger boy asked of him. They loved each other fully, completely, and wholly.
And then Yesung left him. He gave no explanation, no nothing. Kyuhyun just came home one day and Yesung was packed and leaving. Kyuhyun begged him to stay, pleaded with him, asked what he’d done wrong to drive him away, but Yesung didn’t answer him. He coldly left Kyuhyun crying on the floor, saying he’d come back for his things when Kyuhyun was out of the house next, and there was no doubt in Kyuhyun’s mind that something extremely wrong had happened with Yesung, and he wanted so desperately to know why.
“I love you form the first kiss to the very last rose.” Yesung said these words softly as he kissed the white rose he was holding and laid it on the casket. “I always loved you, Kyuhyun. I’m so sorry.”
5. Your Eyes - Alexz Johnson
There was no other way to describe Hangeng’s eyes than ‘beautiful,’ and Heechul often described them that way when he thought about the foreigner. He loved the way they sparkled in the light, and how the emotions he was feeling were just so apparent, not hidden by any walls like so many other people’s were, including Heechul’s. The older boy found himself falling in love with those eyes every time he looked into them, and he wished he could gaze deep into them forever. His eyes were like a foundation to Heechul, making him weak in the knees but also feel like he could take on the world. He felt nervous looking into them and often had to turn to the side, a faint blush tinting his cheeks when he thought all those beautiful thoughts about the Chinese boy’s eyes.
“I love you, Hangeng” he said in front of the mirror, imagining he was looking into those eyes as he said them. How desperately he wanted
6. You Got It - N’Sync
Secretly, Shiwon liked to seduce women. Sure, everyone thought he would never be the type, but on a weekend
7. Everyone - Backstreet Boys
Heechul loved the stage, and the stage loved Heechul. The roar of the crowd as the curtain was pulled back, the bright lights washing over him, blinding him until his eyes adjusted; the feel of the microphone in his hand as he worked his voice into a rock ballad he’d composed years ago, written for a certain someone who wound up breaking his heart; the emotions the words left behind on him. He loved it all.
He loved his band, as well, because without his band, he was nothing. Without the soft strumming of the guitar, the dull hum of the bass, the dramatic pounding of the drums to carry the song along, it wouldn’t even be a song. He would be using a synthesized band, and that wasn’t what Heechul lived for. He lived for the feel of the music running through his veins.
This was what Heechul loved, and he and his band did this for all their fans.
8. Numb - Linkin Park
His parents never understood what he was going through. How was he supposed to be able to be amazing at school, a perfect son, and a wonderful boyfriend. They never understood that they couldn’t live through him, that he couldn’t perfect all their problems and do what they never did just because they didn’t do it and he could. Just because they didn’t love each other didn’t mean Kyuhyun had to be stuck with a girl he didn’t love when there was a perfect girl for him living just a few doors down that - oh no - didn’t make as much money as the current girlfriend. Didn’t it matter that Kyuhyun hated the current girl and loved the other one? Didn’t his emotions have anything to do with it?
He often found that he felt like an emotional wreck a lot of the time, and he hated it. He blamed it on his parents.
9. Carry On Dancing - Savage Garden
Hankyung lived for the dance. Nothing could stop him from dancing. He danced in his dreams, in his waking moments, down the walkway to his car, across the kitchen with his cereal, in the bathroom while holding the brush. Dancing brought him a feeling of security and comfort, like a blanket he’d had as a child that he’d never grown tired of sleeping with.
He hated it when his time to dance suddenly became restricted by the tight white jacket and the lack of moving space. He wanted out, needed out, but couldn’t get out. He was being restrained and nothing brought him happiness anymore. Sometimes, when the moonlight would shine through his window, he found himself attempting to twirl like he’d used to, but without his arms for balance, he stumbled and fell more often than he completed a turn. And often he found himself lying on the floor in tears more than
10. Do I Creep You Out - Weird Al
Leeteuk always liked this boy. He’d always watched him from a distance, focusing in on him as he sat happily in his desk. Sometimes, Leeteuk would sit in the desk after Kyuhyun got out of it and left the room, hoping to keep just a hint of his warmth. He would lay his head on the desk and wonder what Kyuhyun thought about while sitting in this desk. Was he thinking of Leeteuk like Leeteuk thought of Kyuhyun?
For the following years of high school, he kept his eyes on the boy, getting ever closer to him. Kyuhyun didn’t know it, but Leeteuk had kept that
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