feels-like-thunder

  Everything was sinking in.  She couldn't clear her thoughts--they were too clouded with negative words and less than desireable emotions.  She didn't want to do this anymore.  She was tired of the constant doubting, the constant unhappiness.  There was no one to understand, nothing to make her smile genuinely.  All the little things that lifted her mood had long since gone away and she felt as if they'd never return, or else they pinged off of her hollow shell of a self to skitter into the darkness around.  No, those things didn't come, but years did, thick enough to choke a soul and stamp out any trace of life.  They worked against her, th

  A small, furry body wiggled its way into the oversized pocket of Yemi's hoodie, making her laugh and fidget slightly on Cheondung's bed.  Dadoong wedged himself in the space, head stucking from one end, tail poking out of the other.  Cheondung looked over from his computer with a snort after hearing his lady giggle with delight. Sullking, he swiveled back around in his chair.  All morning his cat had been getting all the attention and he was definitely unused to being the second cutest thing in the room.  It was sweet to watch her play with the small animal--at first.  Now he was unreasonably jealous and although his eyes were fixed on the

His body was a fortress, a solid source of warmth perfect on cold nights or rainy afternoons, especially when he undressed and slipped shirtless under the sheets beside me.  His chest was an enferno, the source of his body's heat, and when I curled up between his two strong arms I could feel the steady rhythm of his calm heartbeat and the soothing warmth of his skin.  Sometimes, late at night when he thought I was already sleeping, he'd whisper sweet things to me, and the soft murmur of his voice would lull me into a kind of peace I'd never known. In the moments before I drifted off, he'd smooth my hair and kiss my forehead, rubbing his nos

Locked doors and thick walls couldn't keep Sanghyun prisoner in his own palace for very long. Despite his family's overwhelming concerns for his health and wellbeing, the heir to the throne was restless by nature and definitely couldn't be content when forcibly cooped up in his own room.  His nanny, whom he'd had since he was an infant, thought it in his best interest if he was locked in his east wing of the palace; afterall, she reasoned, anything he could possibly want to do was located in that section of the building. His nanny was, as usual, incorrect.   Sanghyun had an affinity with cats that he couldn't explain, and

It'd been a bad day. The kind of day where anything that could go wrong did go wrong, and in the end the only person I thought I had to blame was myself.  I was upset with myself for not being good enough, but really that was only my inner opinion.  There was one person who saw me as being good enough, and he watched me from across the room as I tried to do homework on the livingroom floor. Thunder was always quiet when he was thinking, wrapped up in his own little world. Today was no different, as I struggled with my math, and finally I noticed him staring at me and snapped. "What do you want, Oppa? I'm busy; why are you just standing ther

Anybody can tell you that Cheondung is a big softie, but only a select few know his weakness.  He always becomes disheartened on rainy days, the gloomy atmosphere affecting his mood, and during those periods of time he never fails to corner me and initiate some snuggle time. It doesn't matter if I'm in my bed or on the couch, if I'm sitting down he'll find me and hug me close. His favorite thing is to crawl up my sheets from the foot of my bed and shimmy himself forward towards where I'm sitting, a giant lump that wiggles and laughs all the way up until he pokes his cheeks out and grins at me. He never has to tell me twice to pull him into

Sometimes, no matter how hard you try to fight the craving, your stomach wins and you get up in the middle of the night for the sole purpose of eating.  The phrase 'midnight snack' was born this way and I was a victim of the late-night munchies one evening as I lay in bed, staring at my ceiling, trying to ignore the growling in the pit of my stomach.  I didn't want to get up.  My bed was warm, and there was a nightlight in the corner that protected me from all the scary monsters my mind typically projected into dark places.  The rest of the dorm was pitch black and silent—who knew what could be lurking around?—and I was terribly a

Chocolate. The color of Cheondung's eyes, rich and deep and…compassionate.  The two of us always tried to have staring contests, knowing full well that neither of us could keep from blinking or bursting into laughter for very long.  The loser was punished with a ddakbam, but he never flicked me harshly and I never flicked him with more force than a gentle thwack either.  I liked to joke and saw our game was just his excuse to look into my eyes; he always said that if he wanted to look into my eyes, he'd do it flat out and then gie me a kiss.  He did that often enough, too. Secretly though, part of the enjoyment of the game for us both