[fic] Minho/Key – SHINee – Never Say Goodbye – Chapter 2/7

[rabenhorst]

Title: Never Say Goodbye
Author: fonulyn
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Warnings: mentions of violence (nothing very graphic) and prostitution. also I quite possibly made up half of the stuff when it comes to the police force so some factual inaccuracy.
Pairing: Minho/Key (plus ninjaing!Qmi)
Characters: Minho, Key, Ryeowook, Jonghyun, Kyuhyun, Sungmin, Onew, Donghae, Heechul
Disclaimer: I own no one, only my dirty imagination.
Summary: It's been over two years since Minho lost Kibum, lost him without knowing why. He never expected to see him again. He definitely never expected to see him again like this. (aka Minho is a policeman and his job brings him much closer to his past than he ever thought possible.)
Comments: Sorry for spamming (lmao I feel like I’m overdoing this) but I promised a new chapter before I go away for the weekend, so here it is! :D I’ll be attending my uncle’s wedding so I’ll only be back on Sunday, so I figured it’d be nice to throw in an update before. Eep, I hope you’ll enjoy!



Previously: Chapter 1

The strangest thing is that Minho is actually close to his brother. They meet at least once a week despite of working in different departments completely – Minho as a regular street cop and Siwon in the Special Forces as one of the most valued agents. Minho has always looked up to Siwon, wanted to be like him, wanted to gain his acceptance in everything he does, and Siwon has always been the perfect big brother, encouraging and supportive.

So why is it then news to Minho that Siwon is the officer who was in charge of the investigations when Kibum disappeared? He knows his brother can’t talk to him about secret operations at home but this isn’t anything that’d require top secrecy. This is a simple case of disappearance. And even if it wasn’t, this is about Kibum.

Siwon seems to be surprised when he opens the door and sees his little brother on the other side, gazing at him solemnly. He’s quick to smile and open the door further, though, inviting him in. “I have to get going soon,” he explains as Minho toes off his shoes. “Want something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” Minho shakes his head. The apartment is as familiar to him as his own and he doesn’t even spare the framed posters a single glance as he marches into the living room. Siwon is obviously curious as he follows right after. He doesn’t say anything, though, not before Minho stops and slowly turns around to drop the bomb.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were in charge of Kibum’s case?”

Instantly, Siwon frowns. It’s not what he expected but then again, did he expect anything at all? “Why are you asking, Minho? Where did you hear that?” He tries to stall, at least that’s what it feels like to Minho, and doesn’t answer the question straight.

That makes Minho’s temper flare up and he clenches his hands into fists, trying to channel his frustration like that instead of punching something. “Doesn’t matter. I saw the files and you were the one who conducted all the investigation after the interviews. Did you even do anything? Or did you just write him off and move on!?” He can’t help but let his volume rise in the end, even if he tries hard to keep himself grounded.

The look Siwon gives him is hard to decipher. There’s something like frustration there, laced in so many layers of emotion Minho doesn’t know what to make of it. “Look,” Siwon sighs, “I did all I could in the given situation. I’m sorry it had to turn out this way.”

There’s something odd in the way he says it, but Minho knows it might also be him wanting to read too much into everything so he lets it slide. “You did all you could? But you did nothing. Nothing at all. There are the interviews but when the case was moved to you there’s not a single thing done to it!”

The mere thought of the interviews is like a rusty knife to Minho’s chest. He still remembers when the officers appeared in his – their – apartment to ask him questions, remembers how he tried to hold back the tears and answer as clearly as he could, remembers how he acted unaffected, remembers how he wanted to just run and go out there to find Kibum himself.

Thinking back to it now, he regrets that he didn’t. Maybe he would’ve managed to do something then, before all the traces were wiped clean. Now it seems to be close to impossible.

The silence is unnerving, and Siwon refuses to meet Minho’s eyes. “Look,” he begins, finally. “I really need to go. And you know that I can’t talk to you about the operations I work with.”

“Operations?” Minho nearly chokes on the word. “He is not a fucking operation.”

Apparently, family ties mean nothing in the face of business. Minho doesn’t want to do anything he’d regret later so he turns on his heels and marches off, barely pausing long enough to grab his shoes.

He completely misses the long look Siwon casts at his retreating back, misses the way he mouths I’m sorry.





For the next month and a half, Minho goes on a private mission: find Kibum again. He is certain that the man he saw on that alleyway is Kim Kibum, and no amount of convincing can turn his head to make him believe otherwise. First Sungmin tries to tell him he might’ve seen wrong, then Jonghyun asks him if he’s completely certain of what he saw. Surprisingly enough, Kyuhyun is the only one who stands by him without budging even once.

When Minho asks him why, he replies with a shrug that he doesn’t really know, he never thought Minho was one to come up with things randomly.

Most often, Minho goes on his hunt alone. He roams the streets in the third district, drops by into all of the bars he comes across, and soon he’s such a common sight there that people begin to even nod at him when he steps into one of the joints. There are some drunkards who always ask him for change, some cheap-looking women always offering him their services.

Minho turns everyone down, but he makes sure to do it in a way that earns him no enemies. He knows that being liked can turn out to be the most valuable weapon he’s ever had, and he’s not stupid enough to blow that. Maybe, once he gains enough trust here, he can try to ask people about Kibum instead of just hoping to randomly bump into him, again.

The days have never felt longer.

There are a few occasions when Jonghyun has to cover for Minho as he runs late for his shift, but he tries hard to keep his job separate from his private life. He doesn’t get very much sleep though, preferring to be on the move. He might miss his only opportunity if he wastes the time home sleeping. It’s like his whole life is put on hold as he searches.

It reminds him of the first months after Kibum’s disappearance, when he let his life walk by without him. Still, now he’s not apathetic and waiting for things to change, but he’s finally taking action, like he should have already ages ago. At least if one asks him.

If only it was that easy.





It’s yet another night, another bar, smoky and dim. Minho watches with only mild interest as the performer of the day climbs on the small stage in the corner of the room and begins with a low ballad. The man has a crisp, clear voice that sends chills down Minho’s spine and he finds himself actually enjoying the performance. Something about the man reminds him of Kibum, too. There are similar high cheekbones, dark eyes rimmed with kohl, and in the darkness of the club it’s almost too easy to pretend.

When the performance ends, Minho stands up on instinct. Maybe he can throw the singer a few coins for a job well done, he thinks, as he makes his way up towards the stage. What startles him is a familiar voice, familiar impatient tone, so achingly familiar lilt to every single syllable it makes him come to a halt.

“C’mon Ryeowook, we haven’t got all night!”

The man on stage smiles at that and hops off, reaching out to pat his friend’s shoulder. “Stop worrying so much, Key. We’ll be fine.” He is completely oblivious to the way they’re being watched, even with the way Minho’s gaze burns into their backs. People around them are bustling, a new performer stepping up on stage, but Minho pays it no mind.

In two long steps Minho is close enough. He doesn’t think, he simply grabs the sparkly fabric of the man’s shirt and spins him around.

Only to be face to face with the one and only Kim Kibum. The man he never thought he’d see again.

Kibum’s eyes fly wide and there’s sheer panic in them, along with something else that Minho quickly discards as a figment of his imagination. For a moment they just stand there, neither of them speaking a single word, before Ryeowook breaks the moment by carefully clearing his throat. “Uhm. Excuse me, mister. We’re leaving.”

“No, you’re not,” Minho says, evenly, his gaze still fixed on Kibum.

“Hey, don’t–”

“It’s okay, Wook,” Kibum tears his gaze away and turns to his friend, giving him a quick and reassuring smile. “You go. I’ll see you later.” It’s easy to see that Ryeowook isn’t exactly convinced but he nods and slowly releases Kibum’s arm, before vanishing into the crowd. Then, Kibum turns back to look at Minho, something unreadable ghosting over his expression. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“I shouldn’t be here!?” Minho can’t help but raise his voice, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “No ‘oh it’s so good to see you again’ or ‘I’m sorry for disappearing’ or even some kind of an explanation!? You just try to get rid of me again? What the hell, Kibum!?”

“Don’t call me that!” Kibum hisses, quickly clamping his hand over Minho’s mouth. They know each other so well that even after all this time it’s easy for Kibum to read Minho’s expressions like an open book and he knows better than to cause a scene right here like this. So he grabs Minho’s hand, pulling him along. “Shut up and come with me.”

Minho isn’t completely sure what’s going on but he follows anyway. His palm is sweaty but he clutches Kibum’s hand like his life depends on it, determined not to let him get away, not again.





They cross the street and soon dive into a little motel that’s basically hidden if one doesn’t know where to look. Minho doesn’t say a word and lets Kibum do all the talking, just standing there a bit to the side, slightly awkwardly, to keep his eyes glued on him. Confidently Kibum walks right to the counter, nodding towards Minho a little. “I’ve got company.”

“The usual?” The woman behind the counter flashes a toothless smile at Kibum, already reaching for the keys that are hanging in metal hooks on the wall. She doesn’t even look at them as she picks one and places it on the table with a clink. “At least this time it’s someone handsome, eh?” She goes on with an insinuating, nearly smug grin. “You haven’t been very lucky lately, Key.”

“Yeah,” Kibum answers shortly and mirrors the grin as he grabs the key. He doesn’t bother to make more small talk, just nods at Minho to follow him through the dark corridor deeper into the building.

As they step through the doorway, Minho hears the woman’s last remark. “Have fun, kid! Make it worth every penny!”





At least this time Minho has enough sense to wait until the door clicks shut behind them, before launching another set of questions and accusations. “This time? The usual!? At least someone handsome? The fuck is this, Kibum!?”

This is not how he imagined their reunion. It was more along the lines of desperate kisses and touches, holding on and never letting go. He imagined strong embraces and tear-filled confessions of having missed each other. There’s something in the way Kibum looks at him though that holds him back and he doesn’t, he can’t, make a move towards him. Kibum is looking at Minho like he’s a complete stranger, and it makes something writhe and die in Minho’s chest.

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.” There’s tiredness to Kibum’s voice and he doesn’t even blink as he meets Minho’s gaze with his own. “You shouldn’t have come. You’re supposed to think I’m dead.”

“I did,” Minho says. “I thought you were dead and fuck, Kibum, you have no idea what it did to me.” His voice breaks just noticeably and he pauses, swallows hard and tries to sound a lot calmer than he actually is. “I don’t understand. Did you want to get rid of me that badly? Why are you doing this?” He knows it’s too many questions, all at once, but he can’t hold them back as his words seem to bubble out without a filter.

“Minho, calm down.” Kibum averts his eyes down. “It has nothing to do with you. Just please go away. Forget about me.”

“Forget about you?” Minho snorts. “How am I supposed to forget about you when I know you’re alive? Alive and in the same town as I am, selling yourself to anyone who can throw in the right amount of money? Do you have any idea what you’re doing!?”

“Yes,” Kibum says. He raises his chin defiantly, staring right at the taller man. “I know exactly what I’m doing and you should back the fuck off. You don’t own me.”

It’s like the words snap something in Minho’s mind. You don’t own me. No, Minho thinks, no he doesn’t, but he damn well ought to. He feels that he has more of a claim on Kibum than anyone else, after the way they once meant everything to one another. Even if things have changed since then – although deep down inside Minho knows he hasn’t, he still feels the same – they can’t just wipe everything under a rug and pretend like nothing ever happened, nothing ever existed.

Which is exactly what Kibum does, right now. He acts as if Minho is just another stranger, just another customer.

If that’s what he’s reduced to, that’s what he’ll be. The reasoning might not be flawless but Minho digs his wallet from his back pocket, blindly grabs a fistful of notes and pushes them against Kibum’s chest.

Automatically Kibum grabs the money as it’s shoved at him, his features twisted in confusion. “What the hell? Minho?”

“You are a whore,” Minho says. There is no hint of emotion in his grim tone as he stares Kibum down, dares him to argue. “Do what you’re paid for.”

One could hear a needle drop in the silence that follows. The hurt that flashes in Kibum’s eyes feels like a stab in Minho’s chest but he ignores it, pushes it back until it’s only a dull throb he’s used to. He refuses to regret his words, refuses to take them back, refuses to budge even a single inch.

Finally Kibum snaps in motion, throwing his hands up in clear agitation. “Are you insane!? Wha–”

Minho kisses him.

Rough.

It’s like a burst of hurt on his tongue, mixed with something achingly familiar. At first Kibum struggles, tries to push Minho away, tries to even bite him, but Minho is unrelenting. He grabs Kibum’s wrists and pulls him closer against his chest, kisses him until he can feel him give into it. It’s gradual, like the resistance slowly fades away and leaves behind only the agitation, laced in sheer need.

The money falls to the floor as Kibum’s hands are fisted into Minho’s shirt, the fabric bunched up between his tightly clenched fingers. It feels like he never wants to let go and that’s what Minho keeps repeating to himself, again and again until he believes it. When he pushes Kibum against the wall hard enough to make them both gasp, it feels like the whole world narrows down to this.

A part of Minho hates how easily Kibum works open the buttons of his shirt but another part is simply relieved that the garment soon falls to the floor, out of the way. He’s working equally frantically on Kibum’s clothes as he simply needs to touch, to make sure he’s real, to cover every single inch of skin with his large palms. As much as Kibum turns pliant under his hands there’s a certain fire to it all, like it could change any second and be taken away from him.

Maybe that’s why Minho stops thinking altogether, doesn’t second guess any of his actions. When he finally manages to get Kibum topless he simply grabs his waist and hoists him up, to throw him on the narrow bed.

That’s the first moment he takes to really look at Kibum, to take in how he’s changed and yet the same as he always was. His hair is cut into two layers now, the lower part of it pitch black while the top layer is bleached, the blond strands tousled in a way that makes Minho want to twist his fingers into them. A deep flush stains his cheeks, even underlining the fiery sparkle in his eyes, nearly black under the intense gaze.

Minho’s breath hitches in his throat. He never thought he’d be allowed to witness this again. It was taken away from him once, and he knows it might be gone again after this. Right now he forces the thought away and follows suit, crawling on the bed and on top of Kibum to kiss him hard.

The touches turn more and more feverish after Minho manages to work Kibum’s pants out of the way, discarded as soon as possible. After that it’s just inch after inch of smooth skin for him to explore and he takes the opportunity to run his palms up Kibum’s legs, to his hips and to his waist, over his chest and shoulders.

It makes him furious to know that others have been allowed to touch this, to have this, and suddenly the anger is back tenfold. He doesn’t even know who he’s mad at, exactly. Is it Kibum, for disappearing and leaving him, for selling himself like this? Or is it the other men, all those others who he knows have been brought here like him? In the end, he feels like most of the rage is directed towards himself, for being so inadequate, incompetent and unable to stop this and hold on to what matters.

Before Minho can claim his body Kibum stops everything for long enough to dig out a packet of condoms, one of which he pushes into Minho’s palm. He doesn’t even offer anything to lubricate, other than what’s on the condoms and Minho doesn’t ask. He barely pauses for prep before he’s already aligning their hips to take what he needs.

It feels like nothing ever changed. For one glorious second Minho can almost fool himself into thinking that they’re in his – their – apartment, just the two of them on a lazy Sunday afternoon. He remembers the way sunlight caught in Kibum’s hair, the way the traffic roared somewhere in the distance behind the open windows. He remembers the cool air prickling on his skin and the heat, the incredible heat that consumed them all over.

He remembers the way Kibum breathily gasped his name and dug his nails into his biceps.

Then it all comes crashing down and there’s only lust, only need, only the rough coupling on the scratchy sheets the cheap motel offers. Kibum’s legs are thrown around Minho’s hips and he’s being pulled closer greedily, and he knows that this isn’t one-sided. They both need it, yearn for it, even if their motives might differ.

Something as trivial as the condom weights heavy on Minho’s mind, as it’s the only actual physical reminder of the years that passed. More than a mere necessity it feels like a metaphorical barrier between them, something that sets everything apart from what they used to have. Minho hates it, with a burning passion, and somehow that manages to fuel his anger like gasoline thrown into flames.

Minho fucks Kibum in short, rough jerks of his hips and he knows it must hurt at first. Kibum doesn’t complain, doesn’t try to make him stop, not even once. He simply clings on to him throughout it all until his body opens up and it turns pleasurable for him too. Everything he does is egging Minho on, from the arch of his back to the way he shifts to make the penetration as deep as possible.

It’s rough, it’s fast, it’s desperate, and in a way it’s exactly what they need. There’s familiarity to it that can’t be ignored and when they finally collapse in a heap of long limbs and sweaty skin on skin, neither of them speaks a word.

Minho traces a line down Kibum’s neck with his fingertips and watches him shiver, then kisses him breathless.





The first thing Minho registers when he wakes up is that he’s alone.

There’s a neat pile of notes on the bedside table. Minho doesn’t need to count them to know it’s all there, every single bit of it.

Silently he collects the money and his clothes, before walking off into the night.

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(3462 words)



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SO THERE YOU GO I hope it was worth it. all the wonderful comments to the first chapter made me scared the rest won’t live up to the expectations but I’m hoping you’ll enjoy this till the end! ;--;

now I gotta pack. we’re leaving the first thing tomorrow morning and I haven’t even decided on what to wear, lmao. also I have no idea how I’ll be able to walk in heels now that my toe is broken. wish me luck!

Comments

[squickz.livejournal.com]

SPOT. MINE.

<3

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

haha you ninja~ I hope you liked it.

[squickz.livejournal.com]

First of all, a huge, huge apology for not using my spot. I was just lamenting with another writer how people put spots and then never return to them, and what do I do? Mhmm. fail!oppa. Anyways, good thing you commented and reminded me I spotted - so sorry, I spazzed when I saw it at work and spotted without thinking.

Now then, I don't like to gush - but I really, really enjoyed this. Immensely. There were several times throughout where I literally squealed out loud because it was just...good.

The first sentence already had me like 'ohhhh shit's going down'. The brother exchange was kinda sad, thinking about the betrayal Minho must feel.

His palm is sweaty but he clutches Kibum’s hand like his life depends on it /wince. As simply worded as this is, lots of feels considering the context of the situation.

“You are a whore,” Minho says. There is no hint of emotion in his grim tone as he stares Kibum down, dares him to argue. “Do what you’re paid for.” Now THIS. This was where I was like gaaaaaaah. With your Big Bang entry and this one, you've made it very clear that you are adept at developing long plots that are entertaining. And then you just made it heavier with: The hurt that flashes in Kibum’s eyes feels like a stab in Minho’s chest but he ignores it, pushes it back until it’s only a dull throb he’s used to. I adored that entire scene, tbh. The urgency of their need mixed with the complicaiton of their circumstances. Yessss.

Anyways ... thank you love, for giving me a chaptered fic to obsess over. It's so funderful. ;-;

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Aw no fail!oppa! Try awesome!oppa instead. It's alright, it happens, and now you're back with this wonderful, wonderful comment ;--; I literally squealed out loud when I saw it appear! And then flailed a little. And was generally really embarrassing in my joy, haha.

I am so happy (and relieved!) to hear you liked it :D I was already a little afraid it just sucked so much it wasn't worth it.

Somehow I have a thing for making Siwon and Minho brothers, and with their characters it makes for quite interesting setups, too~ In this story, what happens between the brothers is definitely going to be an important point.

I was really trying to put a lot of feels into the part where they meet again. It's... not exactly an easy situation. I'm so used to writing short fics with only a hint of a plot that I'm so not confident with these longer ones yet. But practice! Lots of practice is the key :D

Thank you for reading and commenting and for being generally awesome ;--; ♥

[jess-mmam.livejournal.com]

No, no... Nooooooooooooooooo! Why?! It breaks my heart... Whore!Kibum is hot but not here... It's just soo s-sad! *bottom lip trembling*
What did they do to my BumBum?! What?!

Minho being so focused on finding his lover... then finding him selling himself?! That was so unexpected. And SAD! Hum... Did I say that it was sad?
But don't worry Minho, you're the only one he cries the name of while doing it!! And you're the only one able to tell his name too! *pet Minho head*
The condom thingy being a wall between them, the before and the after. Evidence of the time that went by! Never condom was so... so poetic! lol

Anyway, I love it! Thank you for the new chapter! <3

P.S.: I'm already addicted! I need more!
Ah! And no 'good luck' walking in heels with a broken toe; it's a bad, bad idea!! You shouldn't! And if you really have to, my advice is wearing platform shoes (not sure that's what it's called in english)!! <3

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

*hugs* I know sweetie, it's a troubling situation, when one can't decide if it's hot or just heartbreaking. and don't worry, there will be answers later! you'll find out exactly why and what and so forth :D

lmao I'm glad you liked the poetic condom too XD

there shall be more! I don't yet know when I can post the next chapter but I'll try to make it quick :D thank you so much for your comment! ♥

the toe is already feeling better! I don't know if it was broken or just twisted out of its joint, but it hurt like mad at first. now it's been three weeks since I hurt it though and it's better :) and I had moderate heels in such comfortable shoes that it was no problem walking in them! :D ♥

[stolenflower.livejournal.com]

/crying so hard right now that I'm drowning in a puddle of my own tears

;.;

Siwon, why Siwon, whyyy? Why didn't you try harder? Why didn't you try harder to find the love of your brother's life? ;.;
and Minho, you too. WHY?

Kibum. Ack, my heart. OTL <- that's me kneeling on the ground because my heart is breaking

Minho, why did you have to do that? Yes, a little sexy time may have been what you both needed but not like that. Never like that.
And now, he's gone again. GONE. OH MY MINKEY FEELS

jfklasjdfiasdjfjsdf. NOTHING BY YOU WILL EVER BE BELOW MY EXPECTATIONS, 'KAY?

p.s. I hope you have fun at your uncle's wedding and I'm sorry about your toe. I don't have much experience with heels myself so I can't really help you. OTL <- now that's me kneeling on the ground because of shame T.T

<333

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

//hands you a boat// no drowning yet! you'll have to see where this is heading first! 8D maybe the next parts won't break your heart just as much. maybe. we shall see~

asndjkfn you are being too nice to me sweetie ;--;♥ but thank you! I will do my best to keep up with the expectations~

the wedding was fun and the toe feels surprisingly good too :D so all is well~ thank you♥

[psychicfeeling.livejournal.com]

Slut!Kibum is my guilty pleasure so all in all this chapter made me pretty happy
But not that I'm happy that Minho's world is pretty much turned upside down
I'm watching The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
But you have me super curious as to why Kibum's doing what he's doing or why he disappeared
I'm not sure whether or not he disappeared of his own free will or maybe someone's after him or...
I don't even know, rawr
♥

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

my guilty pleasure too, tbh, which is pretty much one of the reasons this whole story was born 8) but yeah, poor Minho though.

there shall be answers later! :D thank you for your comment~♥

[lemon-skies.livejournal.com]

Ugh this really is everything that I have ever wanted in a crime fic. Family secrets, a lost love, heated desperate reunions, this is utterly great. It's a kind of story that I have been craving for the longest time, enough to want to write but never got around to because I didn't know how. Bless you for writing this :D You'll never be below expectations because there is nothing but wonderful story going on, okay? :)

Something as trivial as the condom weights heavy on Minho’s mind, as it’s the only actual physical reminder of the years that passed. More than a mere necessity it feels like a metaphorical barrier between them, something that sets everything apart from what they used to have. Minho hates it, with a burning passion, and somehow that manages to fuel his anger like gasoline thrown into flames.
I love how you can put really pretty sentences like this in the middle of a sex scene. This is my favorite part because it's beautiful.

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Awh but I firmly believe that you should write one of these too :D there can never be enough in this world! And I promise I'll try my best to bring this story to a satisfying end~ I have it mostly done, but there are still some things that need work.

Thank you, so much! ♥

[salome620.livejournal.com]

hmmm... i understand that part where Minho was focused on his search for Kibum. so focused that it was an obsession. it felt like i was right there in Minho's mind, watching him go through the single-minded search, motivated by it and possessed by it. - i love it. makes him so real to me.

but their reunion is so heartbreaking. the inner conflict, the desperation. oh i'm so afraid that this will have a very sad ending. huhuhu... sorry for being pessimistic. no matter what, i'm gonna see this story through.

will be waiting patiently for the next part...

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

Minho does strike me as a person with a somewhat one-track-mind, so when he wants something he'll focus on it until the end. Glad to hear it felt real to you too :D

Thank you! I'm glad to hear you'll stick with me till the end :D I won't say anything about the ending though, not to give out too much accidentally~

I'll try to update soonish :)

[nhiphuong.livejournal.com]

awwwwwwww i wonder why

your writings beautiful <333 i love this chapter, the smut is so sad *sobs*

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

There shall be answers later ;D

Thank you so much! ♥ So glad to hear you like!

[chocolatos.livejournal.com]

YOU..... YOU.... NOOOO I STILL DON'T HAVE ANY WORDS TO VOMIT HERE IN THIS PAGE /goes insane~

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

no going insane quite yet~ try to hang on to your sanity! ;D

[boggywuggypop.livejournal.com]

IT'S SO FRUSTRATING COS I WANT MOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRREEEE...

I allow you to snap back and tell me I just have to wait for the next one..

Everything in this chapter is so frustrating I can't even!! I was gritting my teeth the whole time!! The sex was so frustrating and tensed and filled with longing and need and just about every bit of sanity in me went down the drain cause IT WAS SOOOO FRUSTRATING..

Ok, I think I've gotten my point across just about enough. lol

asdgkldfhshalrgja'rlgj;

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

haha but I take that as a compliment, you know? and there will be more, as soon as I manage to get the next chapter presentable enough ;)

lmao and yes frustrating is the keyword here! point taken XD

thank you for reading and commenting! :D

[mhn77.livejournal.com]

I hate you you have me in actual tears right now

[mhn77.livejournal.com]

okay maybe I should elaborate just a tad on that comment

often when people makes positive excited comments it can quickly turn into the agfdga gushing kind that says "politeness" in some way, and especially since we know each other I knew there's a big chance of you thinking I'm just being nice, and I didn't want you to think that.

this have me in awe, like, real mind-boggling awe. I like the plot and it's intriguing and your characters are great as well, but what gets to me is your writing. You have the most beautiful way with words and the imagery you manage to conjure up with them is just completely wow.
right now I feel like this is the first I'm really reading of yours cos I don't remember any of the other stories - as much as I like them - hitting me this hard
and with all the fics I've read by now, even though your styles are 3 different kinds, only peanut, baller and now you have ever managed to touch me like this

I don't know how to explain it better cos my mind is completely stunned right now

I feel really lucky to call you my friend, Jojo.

"He never thought he’d be allowed to witness this again." this pushed me over the edge

and no, I don't plan on commenting on every chapter, I just couldn't not

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

I... don't even know what to say ;--; I'm in actual tears since I'm kind of overwhelmed. just. thank you! so, so very much. it sounds so lame but I'm just so incredibly glad you're enjoying my writings and and and.

lmao look. you made me speechless me know no words what be they???

I feel so lucky, and so happy, that we got to know each other! it's a friendship I value very, very high!♥

[mhn77.livejournal.com]

<3

[fonulyn.livejournal.com]

I actually rly like that song

8D

[mhn77.livejournal.com]

AND I ACTUALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE THIS SONG to an unhealthy level

ps. dun think I can't see how you're trying to keep me here by baiting me with Tintap I'M ON TO YOU, MISSY >____>