Thunder Me Down Under...Not There Though!!
Title: Thunder Me Down Under…Not There Though!!!!!!!!
Author: thyluvlyname212
Rating: PG 13/R
Pairing: Shim ChangMin/female oc
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Length: one shot
A/n: entry for dbsk_het fic game~! Hope it gets some laughs…or just one…is enough…
A/n2: un-betaed. Sorry ^_^”
Author #9
Suggester: shepardlover
1. Changmin
2. Romantic Comedy
3. Thunderstorms
Summary: Shim ChangMin is just a normal nice guy, living his life nicely and normally until he gets stuck during a thunderstorm. A mysterious saint in the storm saves his life and brings him to her safe haven; however the strange events that happen, will he ever be the same?
Blinking eyelids that feel like a thousand pounds, ChangMin wakes up to the loud sound of rain drops playfully tackling his windows. Languidly getting up, he walks to his windows, and shyly lifts the curtain blocking his view of the chaotic weather outside. Must be raining pretty hard outside to be this loud… He thought, cautiously peering through the shooting bullets of water at the outside scenery. Running figures of neighborhood children and adults were scurrying back inside to the warm and dry haven. Gazing at the falling and nearly drowning environment, he was surprised when it stopped, the sun rising high up in the sky, quickly drying the damp earth. Well this is just weird…He rubbed his eyes, and went into the bathroom, getting ready for the relaxing day ahead.
Clad in a bright purple t-shirt and torn up blue jeans, his flip flops flip-flopped their way out as he took his dog for a walk. His adorable Mandoongie cheerfully lunged for a nearby butterfly. He smiled warmly. There’s the only girl I need in my life. I mean, besides my mother and sisters-AH MOTHER NO!!! YAH! I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN IT. UMMA!! YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS AUTOMATICALLY INCLUDED- He snapped out of his crack-happy trance when his mother and sisters’ images came running at him, when he forgot to mention them. Need to never say that again. Mental note: never say that blasted phrase ever again. End. He let out a sigh of relief only to look up at the tempestuous sky. Immediately bullets of rain tore at his skin as the sky sobbed back on the earth. What the fu-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ACTUAL THUNDER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He nearly jumped out of skin when he saw a flash of thunder strike down on a telephone pole a few kilometers away. Frantically tugging his beloved dearie dog away from the funny-looking tree, he immediately switched to his fast jogging pace, making his poor wittle Mandoongie run on her short adorkable legs just to not get choked from her leash.
His lungs burned as he struggled to run away from the chasing thunder. Is it just me or is the thunder STALKING me?!?! He looks back for self-assurance, only to regret that decision as he saw a tree only a few hundred meters away be split and blasted away. Feeling the impact of the thunder, he ran faster, forgetting for once in his pitiful & involuntarily celibate life about his dog as the leash slipped off his wrist. After a long silence, he stopped, trying to catch his breath and check for threatening crazy stalking oddly retarded weather. When he looked up, he barely had enough time to scream as blinding light crashed down upon him.
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He blinked open his mismatched eyes, and I smiled as warmly as I could. His look of confusion was just plain adorable as he looked around his surroundings.
“W-What happened?” His voice cracked and it was high pitched too. HILARIOUS.HAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHA! But it’s wrong to make fun of the storm victim-I DON’T CARE HE’S FUNNY AND HOTT AND- back to the victim…
“O-Oh, um, you got hit by the thunder. I was on my way back home when I saw you get hit. The storm seems to be going away, so how about we go to my apartment and get you into dried clothes so you won’t catch a cold?” I kindly offered. Offers of a haven to f*%$ and getting stripped naked by a girl is every straight man’s dream you know. I plastered an awkward and suspicious grin on my face when that thought spontaneously popped out of my logic.
I helped him up and let him put his arm around my shoulder so I could help him walk. Like a gentleman, he in return took some of my groceries. Our journey was silent and awkward, with both of our wet clothes sticking to each other. When we arrived at my door, I had to rip myself from the only other source of warmth & hot sexiness, especially with those pants hugging those longggggg legs and that impressive crotch area so I could put in the “secret” code. It’s not secret, with that annoying man whore I know constantly coming by and emptying out my fridge. Right away after I opened the door his long and rock hard muscley arm reached for me, catching my waist and yanking me close. Snuggling his face into the concave of my waist, I felt my heart melt a little slash a lot because he looks like a lost puppy who just found their master and looks ridiculously edible-I mean cute. I uncomfortably ruffled his hair, and put my hands under his armpits to make him fully stand up. Standing in someone’s apartment in the number seven position is NOT fully standing up! But it does make him look like that seven is missing something in FRONT of him if you if you catch my drift- PERVERT. I swear I’m not crazy, it’s my conscious who’s the pervy pirate! NOT A PIRATE!
I immediately gravitated to the kitchen to prepare some warm food. Since my tiny living room is connected to my kitchen, I felt a pair of eyes dig into my back as I took off my wet clothes.
“W-What are y-you doing!?!?! Aren’t you cooking!??!” His spazziness was too evident in his tone as he flailed behind my counter. How do I know this you ask?
…
…
Excellent periphs, I swear.
“I cook half naked all the time don’t worry. Besides, my home, my illogical whims. Besides, I walk around half naked all the time whenever I come home anyway.”
“What if someone comes in and sees you in your lacey bra & lacey and see through underwear?” My head snapped up at the mention of the last several words. He’s checking you out~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heat explodes under my skin and I know I’m blushing like a tomato cherry. Mmmmmmmm those are so good in salads. Can we make some? … completely separate and ADD I swear. *shakes head mentally & sighs* What a burden…
“The door’s always locked so I can see who’s at my door. Besides, my friends are used to me being like this. They’re welcome to strip down also and they do it very happily thank you very much.”
I blinked at her snappy and sassy response. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…some fiery fire in that rockin’ bod. Small waist, big t & a, what more can I ask for-and lingerie. Today must be the day God wants me to finally become a man, and not a mommy’s-I mean a v-virgin.
I shrugged and started to take off my damp shirt. I almost had my head out of the placket when she shrieked at me, asking me what I was doing.
“You said that your friends are welcome to strip down, and I’m a guest in your home so I thought that offer was still open.” Her eyes raked down my fit body and I smirked. Baby you can look at me whenever you like~. O_O” I continued to my pants, and daringly showed her my fingers loosening my belt and hello silver boxers. Her eyes stayed on my package area for a while until I turned around to wait patiently I am mother f&^$ing hungry omg when is this hott woman gonna feed meeeeeee. I smiled and looked around, framed pictures of her and random people flooding my view.
After what seemed to be a millennium, she came carrying a tray of hot chocolate and some Milano cookies. Happily we dug in, too busy to bother and politely talk to each other when suddenly I heard a pained shriek. There was spilt, hot chocolate streaming down her chest; seems like she tried to drink it too fast. Suddenly my vision went all slo-mo mode and slowly (it seemed) she turned her gaped-mouthed face to her chest and began to brush off the wet beverage from her skin. Her finger tips brushed her cleavage and before I could restrain myself I felt my tongue lick off the rest.
Oops.
“…Thanks. I needed that. I guess.” Her flustered face was so cute, and she must’ve done something to this hot chocolate because my vision grew furry and suddenly a warm glow emitted from her, a beckoning grin drew me close as we closed the gap between us.
We broke the contact immediately, both of us blushing like mad. We kept on glancing back at each other for each other to talk first.
“Well, since we just recovered from a rainy storm, we need to huddle together so we can warm ourselves up, the food can only do so much.” She quietly whispered. She was rubbing her arms as her seductive legs crossed over, rubbing each other also.
“Y-Yea, I mean, we’re going to get a cold if we don’t huddle together for warmth.”
“Let’s go to my room, I have warm blankets we can share.”
I simply followed her to her room, planting a sweet kiss on the spot between her shoulder and neck before allowing her to go inside. She went to her closet, and it was there where I embraced her tiny waist, nestling my face in her fragrant skin. She let out a moan, and I proceeded into carrying her and her armful of warm comforters to her practically bare bed. Spreading out the blankets among us, we burrowed into the soft fabrics, making cute faces at each other until she stopped, and kissed me again. We were busy rustling and mixing up blankets and limbs when we heard a bark. A very high pitched, particular bark that sounded very very familiar. We both turned out heads to see my wifey Mandoongie wagging her tail. The leash I had absentmindedly let go was still attached; I was oddly relieved but soooooo angry at her for ruining my deflowering ceremony. My dog jumped on the bed, and galloped her way towards us. She lovingly kissed her face with that cute pink tongue, and the half-naked human girl received it with peals of melodious laughter.
After we managed to get my dog out, the mood was ruined and we were left with reruns of exploration and kisses. She spoke first, breaking the silence.
“I guess I’ll take a shower. Doing that assures me that I won’t get a cold. Can’t get sick you know, it’ll interfere with my job and I can’t afford that.” Her hushed tone tore at my soul as she turned away to her walk-in bathroom. Realizing I missed my chance, I went to her closet to look for clothes to change into. I was shocked when I saw an entire section of male clothing, most of which were slightly baggy but very fitting. Does she already have a boyfriend already???!? I chose a bright blue, silver, black, and white graphic t-shirt, some dark blue baggy skinny jeans, and walked around barefoot.
I felt dizzy, and remembered that I forgot to take my medication for my anemia. I broke out in sweat and the clothes immediately felt like a fabric cage, enclosing my body from freedom. I quickly stripped down again, and stumbled back into the closet, only to bump into her. She was completely naked this time, and her lingerie from before seemed to do her curves barely any justice. I lost control of my body and we fell down, my heavy body squishing her delicate curvatures.
“AH. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALL NAKED AND WET?!?!”
“DID YOU FORGET?!?! I JUST TOOK A SHOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“DID YOU NEVER HEAR ABOUT WEARING TOWELS AFTER SHOWERING?!?!”
“AGAIN, THIS IS MY DAMN PLACE, I CAN DO WHAT EVER I FRIGGIN WANT.”
“BY THE WAY, WHY ARE YOU ALL SWEATY AND SICK LOOKING?”
“WHY MUST YOU ASK ABOUT ME NOT TAKING MY MEDS-I mean…”
“WHAT!!!!! YOU HAVE TO TAKE MEDICATION!?!? WHAT DO YOU NEED? I’LL GO TO THE BATHROOM AND GET IT FOR YOU-”
The mood detonated back and we were left with checking out each other’s body parts. Slowly, I kissed her again, her lips tasting sweet and longing.
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Their limbs clumsily clashed as they passionately tongue-wrestled. Shy fingers explored unknown territory and limbs moved, her legs straddling his waist as moans and groans (Mmmmmmmmmmm, oh thunder me down under. WAIT NOT THERE THOUGH- ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaa give it to me~) filled the room. And then the door slammed open.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. MY EYES BURN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING JANGMI-NOONA!??!?”
“OPPA!!!!!!!! I MEAN, JANGYOON-AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET OUT OF HERE WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HOME?!?!? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL, STUDYING FOR YOUR EXAMS AND TESTS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“WHO IS THIS!?!?!?”
“I DON’T KNOW I MEAN THIS IS SHIM CHANGMIN, YOU KNOW THE GUY I’VE LIKED FOR A REALLY LONG TIME UH I MEAN I DON’T KNOW!”
CRAP. JangMi. As in the female counterpart of the Jang Twins? Sh*t. And the male equivalent was standing at the door, with a good view of my ass grinding on his older twin sister. Sh***t…
Rapidly I got up and covered myself with the clothes I had on earlier, and fled to her bathroom, only to feel the force behind the door, knowing he’s trying to tackle in to beat my face into her tiled floor.
I heard clearly pleas and harsh responses. I frantically looked around, and saw a window. Putting on the clothes I stole from him, I slipped out and thank the Lord she was on the first floor. I snuck into her place again, to steal back my shoes and dog before I died a very premature and sadly virginal death.
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I hadn’t seen her for a week now, and I can’t get her out of my mind. Sure, I found out her name after having her super protective, much taller (much is an overstatement, three inches isn’t that much is it?), and insanely buff brother walk in on us, but it was just something about the rain and her hospitality that activated something in me. That and my baby Mandoongie was safe and sound, cleverly finding her way back to me. Today was a different day than that day though; the sun was shining like it never knew of rain and the world moved on. I didn’t. Mandoongie could tell I was sad, and thankfully she laid her head on my leg, knowing I was in no mood to play despite the fact that we were back in the park.
“So, I guess we’ll never know then.” I almost jumped face-first into the ground when I heard her voice. I blinked, thinking my mind was being all funny and decided to prank me by making me hallucinate.
“K-Know what?”
“Know if either of us are as good in bed as we look like we would.” That was when I knew, she’s the one for me.
Author: thyluvlyname212
Rating: PG 13/R
Pairing: Shim ChangMin/female oc
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Length: one shot
A/n: entry for dbsk_het fic game~! Hope it gets some laughs…or just one…is enough…
A/n2: un-betaed. Sorry ^_^”
Author #9
Suggester: shepardlover
1. Changmin
2. Romantic Comedy
3. Thunderstorms
Summary: Shim ChangMin is just a normal nice guy, living his life nicely and normally until he gets stuck during a thunderstorm. A mysterious saint in the storm saves his life and brings him to her safe haven; however the strange events that happen, will he ever be the same?
Blinking eyelids that feel like a thousand pounds, ChangMin wakes up to the loud sound of rain drops playfully tackling his windows. Languidly getting up, he walks to his windows, and shyly lifts the curtain blocking his view of the chaotic weather outside. Must be raining pretty hard outside to be this loud… He thought, cautiously peering through the shooting bullets of water at the outside scenery. Running figures of neighborhood children and adults were scurrying back inside to the warm and dry haven. Gazing at the falling and nearly drowning environment, he was surprised when it stopped, the sun rising high up in the sky, quickly drying the damp earth. Well this is just weird…He rubbed his eyes, and went into the bathroom, getting ready for the relaxing day ahead.
Clad in a bright purple t-shirt and torn up blue jeans, his flip flops flip-flopped their way out as he took his dog for a walk. His adorable Mandoongie cheerfully lunged for a nearby butterfly. He smiled warmly. There’s the only girl I need in my life. I mean, besides my mother and sisters-AH MOTHER NO!!! YAH! I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN IT. UMMA!! YOU GUYS ARE ALWAYS AUTOMATICALLY INCLUDED- He snapped out of his crack-happy trance when his mother and sisters’ images came running at him, when he forgot to mention them. Need to never say that again. Mental note: never say that blasted phrase ever again. End. He let out a sigh of relief only to look up at the tempestuous sky. Immediately bullets of rain tore at his skin as the sky sobbed back on the earth. What the fu-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ACTUAL THUNDER~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He nearly jumped out of skin when he saw a flash of thunder strike down on a telephone pole a few kilometers away. Frantically tugging his beloved dearie dog away from the funny-looking tree, he immediately switched to his fast jogging pace, making his poor wittle Mandoongie run on her short adorkable legs just to not get choked from her leash.
His lungs burned as he struggled to run away from the chasing thunder. Is it just me or is the thunder STALKING me?!?! He looks back for self-assurance, only to regret that decision as he saw a tree only a few hundred meters away be split and blasted away. Feeling the impact of the thunder, he ran faster, forgetting for once in his pitiful & involuntarily celibate life about his dog as the leash slipped off his wrist. After a long silence, he stopped, trying to catch his breath and check for threatening crazy stalking oddly retarded weather. When he looked up, he barely had enough time to scream as blinding light crashed down upon him.
___________________________________________________________________
He blinked open his mismatched eyes, and I smiled as warmly as I could. His look of confusion was just plain adorable as he looked around his surroundings.
“W-What happened?” His voice cracked and it was high pitched too. HILARIOUS.HAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHA! But it’s wrong to make fun of the storm victim-I DON’T CARE HE’S FUNNY AND HOTT AND- back to the victim…
“O-Oh, um, you got hit by the thunder. I was on my way back home when I saw you get hit. The storm seems to be going away, so how about we go to my apartment and get you into dried clothes so you won’t catch a cold?” I kindly offered. Offers of a haven to f*%$ and getting stripped naked by a girl is every straight man’s dream you know. I plastered an awkward and suspicious grin on my face when that thought spontaneously popped out of my logic.
I helped him up and let him put his arm around my shoulder so I could help him walk. Like a gentleman, he in return took some of my groceries. Our journey was silent and awkward, with both of our wet clothes sticking to each other. When we arrived at my door, I had to rip myself from the only other source of warmth & hot sexiness, especially with those pants hugging those longggggg legs and that impressive crotch area so I could put in the “secret” code. It’s not secret, with that annoying man whore I know constantly coming by and emptying out my fridge. Right away after I opened the door his long and rock hard muscley arm reached for me, catching my waist and yanking me close. Snuggling his face into the concave of my waist, I felt my heart melt a little slash a lot because he looks like a lost puppy who just found their master and looks ridiculously edible-I mean cute. I uncomfortably ruffled his hair, and put my hands under his armpits to make him fully stand up. Standing in someone’s apartment in the number seven position is NOT fully standing up! But it does make him look like that seven is missing something in FRONT of him if you if you catch my drift- PERVERT. I swear I’m not crazy, it’s my conscious who’s the pervy pirate! NOT A PIRATE!
I immediately gravitated to the kitchen to prepare some warm food. Since my tiny living room is connected to my kitchen, I felt a pair of eyes dig into my back as I took off my wet clothes.
“W-What are y-you doing!?!?! Aren’t you cooking!??!” His spazziness was too evident in his tone as he flailed behind my counter. How do I know this you ask?
…
…
Excellent periphs, I swear.
“I cook half naked all the time don’t worry. Besides, my home, my illogical whims. Besides, I walk around half naked all the time whenever I come home anyway.”
“What if someone comes in and sees you in your lacey bra & lacey and see through underwear?” My head snapped up at the mention of the last several words. He’s checking you out~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Heat explodes under my skin and I know I’m blushing like a tomato cherry. Mmmmmmmm those are so good in salads. Can we make some? … completely separate and ADD I swear. *shakes head mentally & sighs* What a burden…
“The door’s always locked so I can see who’s at my door. Besides, my friends are used to me being like this. They’re welcome to strip down also and they do it very happily thank you very much.”
I blinked at her snappy and sassy response. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm…some fiery fire in that rockin’ bod. Small waist, big t & a, what more can I ask for-and lingerie. Today must be the day God wants me to finally become a man, and not a mommy’s-I mean a v-virgin.
I shrugged and started to take off my damp shirt. I almost had my head out of the placket when she shrieked at me, asking me what I was doing.
“You said that your friends are welcome to strip down, and I’m a guest in your home so I thought that offer was still open.” Her eyes raked down my fit body and I smirked. Baby you can look at me whenever you like~. O_O” I continued to my pants, and daringly showed her my fingers loosening my belt and hello silver boxers. Her eyes stayed on my package area for a while until I turned around to wait patiently I am mother f&^$ing hungry omg when is this hott woman gonna feed meeeeeee. I smiled and looked around, framed pictures of her and random people flooding my view.
After what seemed to be a millennium, she came carrying a tray of hot chocolate and some Milano cookies. Happily we dug in, too busy to bother and politely talk to each other when suddenly I heard a pained shriek. There was spilt, hot chocolate streaming down her chest; seems like she tried to drink it too fast. Suddenly my vision went all slo-mo mode and slowly (it seemed) she turned her gaped-mouthed face to her chest and began to brush off the wet beverage from her skin. Her finger tips brushed her cleavage and before I could restrain myself I felt my tongue lick off the rest.
Oops.
“…Thanks. I needed that. I guess.” Her flustered face was so cute, and she must’ve done something to this hot chocolate because my vision grew furry and suddenly a warm glow emitted from her, a beckoning grin drew me close as we closed the gap between us.
We broke the contact immediately, both of us blushing like mad. We kept on glancing back at each other for each other to talk first.
“Well, since we just recovered from a rainy storm, we need to huddle together so we can warm ourselves up, the food can only do so much.” She quietly whispered. She was rubbing her arms as her seductive legs crossed over, rubbing each other also.
“Y-Yea, I mean, we’re going to get a cold if we don’t huddle together for warmth.”
“Let’s go to my room, I have warm blankets we can share.”
I simply followed her to her room, planting a sweet kiss on the spot between her shoulder and neck before allowing her to go inside. She went to her closet, and it was there where I embraced her tiny waist, nestling my face in her fragrant skin. She let out a moan, and I proceeded into carrying her and her armful of warm comforters to her practically bare bed. Spreading out the blankets among us, we burrowed into the soft fabrics, making cute faces at each other until she stopped, and kissed me again. We were busy rustling and mixing up blankets and limbs when we heard a bark. A very high pitched, particular bark that sounded very very familiar. We both turned out heads to see my wifey Mandoongie wagging her tail. The leash I had absentmindedly let go was still attached; I was oddly relieved but soooooo angry at her for ruining my deflowering ceremony. My dog jumped on the bed, and galloped her way towards us. She lovingly kissed her face with that cute pink tongue, and the half-naked human girl received it with peals of melodious laughter.
After we managed to get my dog out, the mood was ruined and we were left with reruns of exploration and kisses. She spoke first, breaking the silence.
“I guess I’ll take a shower. Doing that assures me that I won’t get a cold. Can’t get sick you know, it’ll interfere with my job and I can’t afford that.” Her hushed tone tore at my soul as she turned away to her walk-in bathroom. Realizing I missed my chance, I went to her closet to look for clothes to change into. I was shocked when I saw an entire section of male clothing, most of which were slightly baggy but very fitting. Does she already have a boyfriend already???!? I chose a bright blue, silver, black, and white graphic t-shirt, some dark blue baggy skinny jeans, and walked around barefoot.
I felt dizzy, and remembered that I forgot to take my medication for my anemia. I broke out in sweat and the clothes immediately felt like a fabric cage, enclosing my body from freedom. I quickly stripped down again, and stumbled back into the closet, only to bump into her. She was completely naked this time, and her lingerie from before seemed to do her curves barely any justice. I lost control of my body and we fell down, my heavy body squishing her delicate curvatures.
“AH. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALL NAKED AND WET?!?!”
“DID YOU FORGET?!?! I JUST TOOK A SHOWER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“DID YOU NEVER HEAR ABOUT WEARING TOWELS AFTER SHOWERING?!?!”
“AGAIN, THIS IS MY DAMN PLACE, I CAN DO WHAT EVER I FRIGGIN WANT.”
“BY THE WAY, WHY ARE YOU ALL SWEATY AND SICK LOOKING?”
“WHY MUST YOU ASK ABOUT ME NOT TAKING MY MEDS-I mean…”
“WHAT!!!!! YOU HAVE TO TAKE MEDICATION!?!? WHAT DO YOU NEED? I’LL GO TO THE BATHROOM AND GET IT FOR YOU-”
The mood detonated back and we were left with checking out each other’s body parts. Slowly, I kissed her again, her lips tasting sweet and longing.
____________________________________________________________
Their limbs clumsily clashed as they passionately tongue-wrestled. Shy fingers explored unknown territory and limbs moved, her legs straddling his waist as moans and groans (Mmmmmmmmmmm, oh thunder me down under. WAIT NOT THERE THOUGH- ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaa give it to me~) filled the room. And then the door slammed open.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. MY EYES BURN. WHAT ARE YOU DOING JANGMI-NOONA!??!?”
“OPPA!!!!!!!! I MEAN, JANGYOON-AH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET OUT OF HERE WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING HOME?!?!? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL, STUDYING FOR YOUR EXAMS AND TESTS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“WHO IS THIS!?!?!?”
“I DON’T KNOW I MEAN THIS IS SHIM CHANGMIN, YOU KNOW THE GUY I’VE LIKED FOR A REALLY LONG TIME UH I MEAN I DON’T KNOW!”
CRAP. JangMi. As in the female counterpart of the Jang Twins? Sh*t. And the male equivalent was standing at the door, with a good view of my ass grinding on his older twin sister. Sh***t…
Rapidly I got up and covered myself with the clothes I had on earlier, and fled to her bathroom, only to feel the force behind the door, knowing he’s trying to tackle in to beat my face into her tiled floor.
I heard clearly pleas and harsh responses. I frantically looked around, and saw a window. Putting on the clothes I stole from him, I slipped out and thank the Lord she was on the first floor. I snuck into her place again, to steal back my shoes and dog before I died a very premature and sadly virginal death.
_______________________________________________________________
I hadn’t seen her for a week now, and I can’t get her out of my mind. Sure, I found out her name after having her super protective, much taller (much is an overstatement, three inches isn’t that much is it?), and insanely buff brother walk in on us, but it was just something about the rain and her hospitality that activated something in me. That and my baby Mandoongie was safe and sound, cleverly finding her way back to me. Today was a different day than that day though; the sun was shining like it never knew of rain and the world moved on. I didn’t. Mandoongie could tell I was sad, and thankfully she laid her head on my leg, knowing I was in no mood to play despite the fact that we were back in the park.
“So, I guess we’ll never know then.” I almost jumped face-first into the ground when I heard her voice. I blinked, thinking my mind was being all funny and decided to prank me by making me hallucinate.
“K-Know what?”
“Know if either of us are as good in bed as we look like we would.” That was when I knew, she’s the one for me.