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Title: Servant of the Sun
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: PG13
Summary: Fourteenth Prince Changmin is sent to serve as an attendant at the shrine of the Sun. He must remain pure and chaste for a full year. He didn’t expect to fall in love.
Notes: AU. For [ profile] light_on_oceans, who requested a royalty AU with Changmin as a prince. I am behind on my New Year debauchery but never mind, it was worth it and I’ll have less of a hangover tomorrow. Vaguely inspired by the Heian tradition of sending an imperial princess to the shrine at Ise, and vaguely Heian all around, actually. Happy New Year!

Servant of the Sun

On New Year’s Day, breath sharp in his throat beneath the muffle of his veils, Changmin makes obeisance to his father the Emperor in the great courtyard of the palace. Resplendent in twelve layers of stiffened, padded silk in every shade of the forbidden colours, he bows three times then lies flat on the ground awaiting his fate.

His Majesty reads from an ancient scroll, commanding his fourteenth son to journey to the shrine of the Sun. It is the custom that every ten years a boy of imperial blood must serve one full year as attendant at the kingdom’s most important shrine. Changmin’s purity and chastity will ensure the Sun’s benevolence and a good harvest.

Changmin rises to his feet when ordered to do so. He cannot see his father’s expression behind the curtains of state. Neither can he see his mother amongst the ranks of imperial concubines similarly concealed behind painted screens. His eyes feel heavy with kohl. He adjusts the veil over the rest of his face and turns towards the ox-cart that will convey him to the shrine.

He has never left the capital before, and yet now he must travel the breadth of the kingdom. The idea is more strange than frightening. Changmin sits in the shadowed interior of the ox-cart and listens to the cheers and fanfare as the cart moves through the city streets. Everyone is delighted that a prince will be this year’s shrine attendant. No matter that, as the fourteenth son, Changmin has been removed from succession; he is still the son of the Emperor, a descendent of the Sun, and therefore his presence at the shrine will bring great blessings to all.

Though a cavalcade of palace guards escorts him now, Changmin knows that only two men will accompany him beyond the city gates to serve as his guards at the shrine. These two men-at-arms walk at the back of the cart, discussing the road ahead of them and various other matters. Changmin listens to their conversation, curious.

“They say Prince Changmin is a beauty,” one of the men says. He sounds old, his breath wheezing in the frosty air. “Skin like moonlight, they say, and eyes like a tempest and a mouth that could trouble a man’s sleep.” The soldier cackles and then breaks off to cough.

Changmin sits still despite the jolt and sway of the cart on the rutted road. He doesn’t know if he’s beautiful or not. Certainly no one has ever told him so before. Perhaps if something is veiled and hidden away, others find it desirable and assume it must be beautiful.

He traces his fingers over his nose, which he’s always considered to be too long, and then lets his touch linger over his lips. His brothers closest to him in age used to laugh at his mouth. “Like a fish’s mouth,” they’d said, “always greedy for food!” and in revenge he’d steal from their plates when no one was looking. They always knew it was him, though. He won’t miss them this year. He won’t miss any of them.

The garrulous old soldier has recovered from his fit of coughing and is talking again. “The beautiful ones always tempt the Sun to grant a good harvest. Let’s hope this young prince is more obedient than his elder brother, eh? What a year that was! You’d probably not remember it, sir, not a young feller like you, but it was dreadful...”

Changmin goes rigid. He remembers it, although he was little more than a child. That had been a terrible, shameful year. The Fifth Prince had abandoned his duties as shrine attendant and instead spent most of his time seducing the local girls. The Emperor had not been pleased when the Fifth Prince had returned to the capital with a failed harvest and a rout of angry fathers all seeking places at court for their pregnant daughters.

“I’m sure the Fourteenth Prince is the very model of imperial behaviour,” the second man-at-arms says. He sounds younger, and he has a thread of humour running through his voice.

Intrigued, Changmin draws back the curtain just a little and peeks out at his escort.

The young guard smiles at him.

Changmin lets the curtain drop and settles onto the cushions, his heart beating unnaturally fast. A commoner smiled at him. A soldier smiled at him.

He can’t remember the last time anyone smiled at him.

Changmin twitches at the curtain again.

His man-at-arms is still looking. Still smiling, offering him a smile as warm and bright as the sun.

Though he’s veiled and the soldier cannot possibly see, Changmin smiles back.


The shrine is an ancient establishment built upon a small island that twice a day is joined to the mainland by a long cobbled causeway. It is a simple place without any of the ornamentation of the capital. The only stone-built building is the bell-tower. Everything else is made of wood, and the monastery smells of camphor and incense and sea salt.

Monks with shaved heads and grey robes show Changmin to his accommodation in a long, low hall set as an annex to the main temple. The sacred flame burns outside in the white-gravelled courtyard, protected by a curve of black stone and a gilded canopy overhead. It is one of his duties to check that the flame never goes out. Changmin bows very carefully to the sacred flame, swearing an oath to remain pure and chaste all year, before he goes over to his residence.

He steps up onto the veranda, the long skirts of his robes dragging behind him, and then he feels a slight resistance. One of the layered silks has caught on a splinter. Changmin frowns behind his veil and goes to yank the fabric free.

“Your Highness, wait!” His young man-at-arms jumps up onto the veranda and kneels to gently free the silk from the splintered wood. The soldier is handsome, so very handsome, even when he wears an expression of concern rather than a smile, and Changmin doesn’t say anything when the soldier attempts to smooth out the snarled silk with his fingertips. The soldier doesn’t seem aware of the protocol that a commoner shouldn’t touch the Prince’s raiment, but perhaps such palace niceties are unimportant at the shrine.

The man-at-arms looks up. “Your Highness, my apologies. The silk is damaged.”

“I cannot tell.” Changmin tugs at his skirts, whisking the silk away from the soldier’s grasp. They look at one another, and then, full of a longing to know the truth, Changmin lifts a hand to his face. He unveils, lets the layers of gauzy fabric fall, and he gazes at the man-at-arms.

The soldier stares. He tilts his head a little. And smiles.

Changmin doesn’t know what that means. “Thank you for your assistance.” He pauses delicately, a question in his tone.

“Yunho, Your Highness.” The soldier bows right down to the veranda floor. “Captain of the Left Guards, senior fifth rank.”

Changmin nods as if such information was beneath him. As a prince removed from succession, he is only junior third rank himself. The difference between him and Yunho is both very great and nothing at all.


The days pass slowly at the shrine. During the first and second month, bad weather seals them off from the mainland. The causeway is flooded and storms batter the island. Changmin frets that he has already failed in his duty to the shrine, but the monks tell him this is normal.

“Imagine living in a place like this all your life,” Changmin says through his screens and curtains one night while the wind tries to claw lumps from the sedge roof. In the courtyard, the gravel hisses like the surf as raindrops pelt its surface.

“I grew up not far from here,” Yunho says.

He’s sitting on the veranda in full armour, his sword in its scabbard beside him and a bow and a quiver full of arrows within reach of his hand. He has a brazier nearby to keep him warm as he sits on duty, and the coals smoulder and sputter, giving off a lazy heat and a gentle glow.

Changmin studies Yunho’s shadow through the curtains of thick linen and the folding screens painted with patterns appropriate to the season. He likes Yunho’s profile. He likes the way the firelight gilds him. Changmin shivers pleasurably, warm within the furs taken from his bed. “Was that why you volunteered to accompany me, because you were homesick?”

Yunho smiles. Changmin can hear it in his voice when he answers: “No. I volunteered because I’d heard the prince was a great beauty and I wanted to see for myself.”

Changmin thinks he should be shocked at such plain speech, but he’s not. He asks lightly, “And do you now regret that decision?”


A moment of silence against the howl of the wind, and then Changmin dares to ask the question: “Am I beautiful?”

Yunho is quiet for a long time before he replies, “As beautiful as this storm is wild, Highness.”

It is a clumsy compliment, but Changmin treasures it. He withdraws deeper behind the curtains and wraps himself in fur, and though the storm rages above them, Changmin feels warm and safe.


Spring arrives, and the clear weather brings a trickle of visitors to the shrine. Soon the trickle becomes a steady stream, pilgrims coming from all over the land to entreat the Sun’s aid and to ask for Changmin’s blessing. They number so many and are so eager to see him that he unveils and goes out to the people with his head bare, and he lets the sun’s rays touch his face, turning his skin to palest gold.

“The Sun will smile upon us all,” he tells the gathered pilgrims, touching their hands when they reach out to him. They go down onto their knees and ask for his blessing on their homes, their health, their children, their marriages, their crops.

As the weather turns warmer, more and more pilgrims arrive asking for his blessing for a good and fruitful marriage. There are so many people that the monks put up tents in the courtyards to accommodate all the visitors. The shrine is awash with generous donations, and colourful prayer-ribbons flutter from the branches of the trees in the sacred grove.

“It’s because you share yourself,” Yunho tells him when Changmin expresses bewilderment at his popularity. “You’re beautiful, too. They want some of your beauty and kindness to rub off onto them so they’ll have a happy marriage and healthy babies, handsome boys or pretty girls, as the Sun intends.”

“I don’t share myself,” Changmin says, musing behind his curtains. It’s a finer, lighter fabric for this time of year, and the sheer gauze ripples in the breeze borne from the ocean. It smells of salt and cherry blossom. With a measured glance, Changmin looks at Yunho, admiring the handsome captain with his tanned skin and ruffled dark hair. “I wish I could share myself more.”

Yunho turns and looks at him through the curtains. “You cannot, Highness. Your purity, your chastity—this is what will make the year a success.”

Changmin tosses his head. “But still... I want to be touched.” He pauses, slanting a challenging glance through the curtains. “Perhaps it is spring fever.”

“Perhaps.” Yunho turns again, fixing his gaze out into the courtyard with deliberate intent. “Let us pray it doesn’t last until summer.”


By summer the longing is like a fire burning beneath his skin. Changmin is consumed with desire for Yunho, a desire stoked all the more for knowing that it is forbidden. Perhaps if Yunho were indifferent to him, Changmin could find a cure for what ails him, but he knows this isn’t the case. He knows Yunho desires him, too, and with each glance, each word, no matter how casual, they plunge deeper into mutual want.

It’s like a sickness, tempting him, and Changmin lies in bed at night and moans with the frustration of having his beloved so near and yet so far. Only curtains and screens and darkness separate them, and yet they do not—cannot—touch.

The other man-at-arms has found a willing widow in a nearby village and spends most of his time away from the shrine. The causeway lies open, its cobblestones dry, the track shimmering with heat haze. The monks drowse through the hottest part of the day.

One afternoon, Changmin decides to bathe. He orders Yunho to fetch water from the well. It takes five trips to fill the wooden tub. Changmin stands behind the curtains and watches sweat glisten over Yunho’s skin as he works. Finally the tub is full of cool, refreshing water, and Yunho bows and says, “Highness,” before he retreats onto the veranda.

Before Changmin disrobes, he makes certain to move the screens and curtains aside just a little.

He takes his bath, dips his head to reveal his nape then sits up straight to wash his shoulders, then stretches out his legs, lifting them from the confines of the tub, and squeezes water from a sea sponge along their length twice before he’s satisfied.

He hums a court tune as he washes. He imagines how Yunho’s hands would feel on his body. He gets so aroused he pleasures himself right there in the tub, noisy and gasping and unashamed, aware the whole time of Yunho watching him.


By mid-autumn they’ve settled into a routine that one could almost call courtship. Yunho catches fireflies and imprisons them within a linen bag, then lets them out behind Changmin’s curtains so they can see one another through the thin gauze that separates them. They spend their nights talking to one another, Yunho on the veranda, Changmin inside behind his screens, their arms stretched towards one another, their fingertips almost touching.

“Autumn is for poetry,” Changmin says. “If you were my lover, you would write me poems upon a fan and send them to me.”

Yunho turns onto his side and stares through the curtains. “If I were your lover, Highness, I would write upon your skin with my kisses, and we would have no need of poetry.”

Changmin sits up in his bed and makes great show of plumping the cushions that serve as his pillow. A bell-cricket sings from its hiding place beneath the eaves. The moon is full, its light as sharp as a blade. Yunho’s face is in shadow, his breathing soft in the darkness.

It is a perfect night for poetry. Changmin thinks for a moment, then says:

Like a spider I spin webs to catch you
But like moonlight you cannot be held.

Yunho snorts. “Is this poetry, Highness?”


“I do not care for it.” His sword in its scabbard slides across the veranda as Yunho pushes himself up onto his knees. “Poetry is too insubstantial. I prefer plainer speech.”

Changmin’s heart clenches. “Go on.”

There’s a moment of silence, and then Yunho says, “I want to lie beside you and take off all your veils, all your robes, and I want to touch you the way you need to be touched. I want to kiss every inch of your body. I want to whisper secrets over your skin. I want to taste you. I want to hold you so close our scents combine. I want to share pleasure with you. I want to teach you everything I know about desire, and then let you teach me the same. I want you to lose yourself in me, and when I go into ecstasy I want you to be the one who takes me there. I want to love you, Changmin. I want to love you.”

With an impatient gesture, Changmin shoves aside the screen. It tips over and clatters to the floor. The bell-cricket falls silent.

They stare at one another, their desire a tangible, living thing. “Come to me,” Changmin whispers.

“I cannot.” Yunho sounds broken. “The harvest is close. If I were to defile you...”

“It would not be defilement!” Changmin’s protest is a gasp of frustration. “I want you. I want you so much.”

Yunho bows down to the ground. “But I love you, Highness, and so I must be patient.”

Overcome, undone, Changmin veils himself and crosses the short distance to where Yunho kneels. “I love you,” Changmin says, his breath fluttering the fine gauze of his veil. “I will not be denied, but neither will I break my vow to the Sun.”

They embrace through the veil, mouths hot and wet, their kisses made of silk.


Winter comes again, but they’re patient. The shrine never closes its doors to penitents and pilgrims, but as the tides roil across the causeway, few people visit and the monks fall into a lethargy that’s almost like hibernation.

Changmin still carries out his duties. He protects the sacred flame and counts off the days in the almanac.

Yunho wakes him as the old year dies. Together they go out into the courtyard and watch the sky to the east, awaiting the first light of the sun’s rays over the horizon.

As soon as the day dawns, they can touch, mouth to mouth and skin on skin.

A year of longing has almost ended, and they will be free to love forever.

Date: 2012-12-31 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beautiful story. It has a nice serene feeling to it, and I like the way you go through the seasons to show the progression of their relationship.

Happy New Year to you. :)

Date: 2013-01-01 08:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very Tale of Genji, which I was shamelessly ripping off at least as far as the fireflies were concerned! Thank you. Happy New Year ^^

Date: 2013-01-01 09:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ah I've only read excerpts of Genji for class, and I haven't read the particular part you are talking about. Quite romantic. ^^

Date: 2013-01-01 09:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I have to admit I haven't quite got to the end of Genji and I've been reading it on and off for over two years now LOL Maybe I'll finally finish it this year...

Date: 2012-12-31 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beautifully written! Strong imagery and strong emotions. Glad they could be patient for each other and can have each other now ^^

Date: 2013-01-01 08:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Happy New Year :D

Date: 2013-01-01 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Just a beautifully written love story. What a perfect way to start the New Year. :)

Date: 2013-01-01 08:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you. I was a bit inebriated when I wrote it so I was scared to read it again in case I'd written nonsense but surprisingly it makes sense LOL! Happy New Year!

Date: 2013-01-01 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
omg you wrote this for me /squealing
best new year's present ever i swear <3 thank youuuu
off to read~ i'll leave a real comment right afterwards if my internet doesn't crash :P

Date: 2013-01-01 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
/melts into a happy pile of gratefulness
i love how at the beginning, Changmin is so insecure of himself (He doesn't know if he's beautiful or not.) but by the end he's bold and knows exactly what he wants ("I love you. I will not be denied..."). eh, maybe not bold but instead safe in the knowledge of his requited love for Yunho and secure in the confidence that Yunho encourages from him.
what i found a little strange in the context of this story - but in no way unwelcome because Changmin is like this in real life i mean seriously - was that most of Changmin's insecurity stems from his perception of his looks. not only does he constantly ask himself and people around him if he's beautiful, the first thing he notices about Yunho after that dazzling smile of course is how handsome Yunho is, and Yunho's physical attractiveness is constantly present in Changmin's love for him.
the difference in rank/status/familial background between Yunho and Changmin, or lack thereof, is an interesting backdrop to their romance. Yunho bows to the ground in front of Changmin, guards him through storm and shine, yet touches Changmin freely (which if i'm not mistaken was not quite acceptable for a Heian prince and his commoner of a servant, correct?)and speaks plainly to him with no attempt at hiding his true emotions and more specifically his feelings for Changmin. speaking of cryptic speech and straight-forward speech, Changmin's little poem was adorable. oh maknae xD
your descriptions, as usual, were breathtaking. it made the whole story seem somehow even more real, for example with the older guard laughing and then having to cough, or with the bell-cricket falling silent when Changmin pushes the screen aside. first two things i saw when randomly scrolling back through the story :P those kinds of trivialities are things that a lot of authors overlook and that a lot of readers also forget about, but their mere presence adds another layer to the story, almost like a sixth sense in a way.
i liked how you used the cycle of the seasons to measure how they're slowly but surely coming closer, and of course, the culture was a nice thread woven through the plot. it wasn't as prominent as it was in Children of Dust, or maybe i just didn't notice it because East Asian culture is more familiar to me than Byzantine/Ottoman culture, but it was there nonetheless with the cherry blossoms and the fans used as love letters and the subtlety of it all was enjoyable. like a gentle caress reminding you where you are and who you're with, if you'll pardon my probably horrible and definitely cheesy analogy
now that i think about it, the title was rather clever because Changmin is a servant at the shrine of the Sun, but in a way he's also a servant to his man-at-arms, his own personal sun. pardon me again, it's late and i should be working on my own story but spinning praises for you is nice too
all in all, i am still so (happily) shocked that you actually wrote this (for me!!!) and this was so much more...perfect and wonderful and simply more than i ever expected. best wishes for your New Year and may luck follow you wherever you venture <3

Date: 2013-01-01 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
getting really annoyed with LJ fucking up again and again and not letting me post replies... *sigh*... anyway I'm glad you enjoyed this. Usually it takes me at least a few days to write a fic and this took three hours *___* obviously alcohol and a deadline helped!

About the thing with his looks, I was thinking that since he's such an unimportant son then he's been overlooked even by his own family so instead of getting lots of flattery then he's just been teased by his brothers or ignored, so he's not even aware that he might be beautiful until he overhears the old solder say it. And then it sticks in his mind as maybe he *is* something to be valued even if it's only for his beauty, and he notices how attractive Yunho is as a complement to that, so in a way I guess recognising beauty is a way for him to find freedom. IDK I wasn't trying to be wildly profound in such a short space of time so I guess any interpretation is valid!

Yunho isn't technically a commoner, that's just Changmin's haughty assumption XD Yunho is senior fifth rank, which makes him a noble, but since Changmin is imperial even removed from succession then he's still too far above Yunho even though the difference in rank is not insurmountable. But yes Yunho is very plain-spoken and he should be a lot more respectful really! Bad boy XD

The seasons are such a Heian thing. I wish I'd had more time, I wanted them to have a proper Mid-Autumn festival poetry battle, but that would have been another story entirely. But I'd been longing to write Heian HoMin for a good six months now so I'm happy that I was able to do so - even though I was intending to write a medieval European castle AU! This happened instead and I'm glad it did, it has a gentleness to it that I probably needed at the end of the year.

Happy New Year!

Date: 2013-01-01 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OmyGod I love you so much :))
back to read now
thankyoooou :))

Date: 2013-01-01 09:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Happy New Year!

Date: 2013-01-01 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is truly lovely. I was going to save it for tomorrow (since I caved in, took a leaf out of Sohii and Hemi's book and started watching LoTR lol) but I couldn't resist.

In many of your fics Homin succumb to passion and it's glorious but it's nice to see them restraining their passion for once. The longing coupled with the knowledge that the separation's but temporary makes it all the sweeter.

The story's simple enough but really beautiful in its simplicity and there's a certain pleasant lightness to it.
I also really liked Changmin's portrayal here - the little touches of humanity, the disobedience but not really, Idk.
And Yunho, ahhh, why we can't have a Yunho each :< But he's probably that beautiful and warm cause there's only one of him.

This was a truly charming way to end your year of Homin ♥

And now I'm going to take a shower and then continue with LoTR. Or not. *^* I'll most likely comment on the other fic tomorrow :>

Date: 2013-01-01 09:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Maybe I should look out my LOTR DVDs and re-enact highlights from yesterday's Finnish comedy gold. No vodka though and no whipped cream, damn it!

It's funny but one of the stand-out themes for me this year has been 'not touching' - I guess it started in Wolfsbane most obviously where they physically couldn't touch without causing pain, and it certainly popped up in other fics, too, so (since I am not dealing well with separation rn) I guess unconsciously it came out here, too. It's been a long time since I wrote a fic in three hours so.... subliminal Rorschach test!

Imagine if we all really could have a Yunho each. What kind of glorious Utopia would this be. Though some people may prefer to have a Changmin instead and the Changmins and Yunhos would bicker and thus balance would be restored XD


Date: 2013-01-01 04:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
yayy new one again^^
another very beautiful fic from you wonderful writer<3

and A Happy New Year to you and your loves one<3
i hope you will have another great year in 2013 and come out with more brilliant idea for Homin fics xD

Date: 2013-01-01 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Hope you have a great 2013! :D

Date: 2013-01-01 04:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
First off I wanna say HAPPY NEW YEARS! *throws confetti* Wow what a lovely surprise this was. Written so nice and beautifully done. I have to agree that I love the way you described their affections for one another growing with each season. I loved the build up of everything even with how simple and beautiful this was. I have to say I prefer Yunho's style of "poetry" because it came from the heart but also made Changmin snap but in a good way ofc because he couldn't take it anymore with their longing and desire. I'm glad you put this up. As always I love your fics and this is no exception. :)

Date: 2013-01-01 09:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Happy New Year! Surprise is the word, I was just comment-chatting to [ profile] light_on_oceans and I hadn't started any serious NY Eve drinking so writing a fic in a few hours seemed like a really good idea *___* maybe I was a bit drunk LOL!

Date: 2013-01-01 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've read pm all of your tvxq fic but this is the first time I've left a comment, do forgive me ;____; you have a marvelous flair for writing and I especially love your fashion au! I'm also terribly impressed by your various historical aus, YOU PEN WITH PATENT INTELLIGENCE :)

happy 2013 & keep on writing ^___^

Date: 2013-01-01 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! ahhh I love the fashion AU too, those boys are such fun to write ^^ I'm more of a historical writer by trade so it's been a weird year for me *not* writing very many historicals... they all came in the last month of the year! Have a great 2013!

Date: 2013-01-03 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mii-chan (from
Hey! Happy New Year! :)

A few weeks ago I found this blog and nearly read all your HoMin and MinHo Fics and fell in love. <3

Like srsly madly in love with this couple, since I never thought about shipping them. Also never even thought about MinHo, since for me Yunho always was the one who is topping. [Like wow, Yunho is really cute when he is bottom. x///x] But as we can see Minnie can do it too!

My favourite ones are 'Just Cause' and 'Driving with the Brakes on'. The ones I've read a few times already. XD

I can't say enough. I love your writing. How you describe things, and your style. Like when you're writing in Yunho's view. His thinking ways. It's just too real. XD

Because I never read fan fictions, - [never found good ones. XD] - you could say, your Shipping-FF's are the first I've ever read.

I hope it's not rude to ask - may I or can I even request sth? Got curious, since I saw a gif about a minute ago and then a tiny idea just run into my head. You don't _have_ to write it of course. XD Just asking out of curiosity. ^-^

I'll look forward to your next storys! :D

Date: 2013-01-06 02:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! LOL it's funny, just over a year ago I was saying to a friend that I didn't think I could write HoMin because they were too obvious as a ship, but oops, I was wrong XD

haha I tend to write in Changmin's point of view because he is more concise than Yunho! When I start writing Yunho's view the story gets longer... and longer... LOL!

Hmm well because my health is not so good I'm going on hiatus until I feel better, but tell me your idea and maybe it will inspire me while I rest :)

Date: 2013-01-08 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mii-chan (from
Haha no, not at all. I always thought the obvious couple is YunJae. But that got boring to mee. So since then I didn't ship anything. XD But HoMin couple is veryyyy cute. <3

Yeah, I recognized that the storys are longer, when Yunho is thinking. XDDDDD Our beloved Yunnie, who just thinks too much. ^0^

Oh, you're not good? D: Get well soon then!! >,< I hope it's not so bad. :(

I just saw this gif. And kind of imagined Yunnie as a badass mafia boss. XD Minnie can be his second hand OR some spy or just whatever. xD
It also can be the other way round when I think about it...
But yeah, that's just what got into my mind. XD I don't know if you can do sth with it. You don't have to, like I said. (:

Aaaaand, when I read all of your FF's I saw the songs you listened to. There was a turkish song and a german I recognized and I'm actually turkish and german so... XDDDDD I was very suprised, so to speak! ^___^

Date: 2013-01-08 09:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I've only been a fan of TVXQ for just over a year so I never knew them as five and don't really care for any of JYJ *shrug*

haha funnily enough I started a mafia story last year and never finished it! I should try to find it again. I love Yunho in a suit, he looks so hot and tough :D I'll think about it for sure ^^

I love German and Turkish music! I love both countries too ^^ A lot of my friends are German, most are from around Berlin or Hamburg but one lives in Bavaria now, I hope to do a Munich/Berlin trip this year :D

Date: 2013-01-10 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mii-chan (from
Hahaha, kinda same tho. XD I also don't rly care for JYJ. Since Yun is my bias, I'm just rly listening to TVXQ. (: I think they are even better this way. In the past Yun didn't rly have the chance to sing much in songs, what wasn't fair, because I love his voice the most. o-o

Omg, srsly?? You should!! XDDD I love Yunnie in suit too, it's amazing how hot he is in them. Death for me. x___x Yaiy, okay. :D

Oh rly? That's nice. :D I live in Bavaria, hahaha. XDD But not near Munich sadly. XD I've never been to Berlin tho. It's too big for me, I prefer smaller cities. XD

Woa, I hope you can do your trip. :DD It's rly nice here in spring and summer. Warm and sunny. (:

Date: 2013-01-04 04:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Another one well done and I enjoyed. Though I'm still re-reading the whole Perfect Fit verse for the nth time now lol Happy New Year!

Date: 2013-01-06 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! LOL I love those fashion boys, they're crazy. I hope to do a few more fics for the Perfect Fit verse sometime this year ^^

Date: 2013-01-07 02:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yipee!! Would love to see their meeting with the Puppies again! And how Marchese rules the household LOL

Date: 2013-01-05 08:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I enjoyed the fic.

I love how both of them put their desires on hold for the good of the people.
Their love withstood the test of time.

Date: 2013-01-06 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful 2013 :)

Date: 2013-01-06 01:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So beautiful ;AAA;

I'm glad that they waited together patiently until the year was over before giving in to their desires; though it must have been so sexually and painfully frustrating for the both of them ><

I love reading fics where Yunho always seems to know what to say to make Changmin realize that he is beautiful inside and out ^^ and Changmin pleasuring himself in the bathtub was just ♥

Date: 2013-01-06 02:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! After waiting so long for one another I'm sure the sex was explosive ;) heheh actually I do want to write a continuation of this, but I need a rest first!

Date: 2013-01-06 05:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
this is soo beautiful, when i thought Children of Dust is the most beautiful thing ever, you came out with East Wind Melts The Ice. then when i thought it is most perfect, you came up with this ; A ;

thank you m(__)m
tho it's abit late, but still happy new year! ^^

Date: 2013-01-06 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, I'm rather fond of this one for all that it was written in a half-drunk speed-trial LOL! I'm going on hiatus now but I do hope to write a continuation of this at some point ^^

Date: 2013-01-06 07:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ha, so its HoMin to the very last minute of the year is it? Beautiful. Yunho always has the right words. He seems to know just what to say and when. That is a gift. And he got Changmin. Well, he got a gift and gave a gift so it works out.

Date: 2013-01-06 08:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It was indeed! Not that I'm entirely done with HoMin. I should have known better than that *sigh* Always dangerous to utter certainties when my mind is as fickle as the wind. I started a couple of fics last year that need finishing, plus there's a couple of other things I want to write, but first I need a proper rest. I'm still recovering from glandular fever plus I had the norovirus over Christmas so I'm completely wiped out. Hopefully a sojourn with SJM will cure me, but... *squints* at least 6 more HoMins at some point this year. Just not anytime soon.

Date: 2013-01-06 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh good grief! I hope you feel better. There was something going around this year my mom and her sister both got sick right after Christmas. Crazy.

Sleep, rest, enjoy the (hopefully) peace and quiet.

Oh but SJM! I can't wait!

Date: 2013-05-05 11:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I liked the historical setting and the whole atmosphere, it was really beautiful how those feelings grew between them with the change of the seasons!

Thank you for the wonderful story!

Date: 2013-05-06 04:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you :D

Date: 2013-05-12 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Lovely piece! I got all sorts of Heian/Kokinshu/Court Ladies Dairies feels from it. Oh, I was so hoping someone would write a Heian fic in this fandom <3

Changmin was so insecure about himself early on, but Yunho got him so confident in himself he was able to attempt pleasuring himself with him watching like that..

Isn't Min the shrine guardian for only a year? When they return back to the capital, things are not going to be easy.

Date: 2013-05-13 06:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you :) One of my old fandoms was set during the Heian period (Onmyouji), and I retain a soft spot for it. Absolutely fascinating time. I do want to make this into a full-length novel at one point, though God knows when *___* It's nice to think about, though!

Date: 2013-07-19 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This story is frustratingly captivating. Changmin projects mystifyingly and beautifully in here! I wanted to throw my laptop in frustration in the middle of reading this beautiful one shot because of the force that denies them the simple but one of the most fundamental gestures of affection and pleasure, touch. And then, throw it again in hoorah for the rewarding fate of this lovely couple at the end!

I love your HoMin works and I'm sorry I didn't comment before!
Edited Date: 2013-07-19 07:50 pm (UTC)

Date: 2013-07-19 07:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this one, considering I wrote it when I was half drunk and against the clock I'm happy with how it turned out :D One day I will expand this into a full-length story... Thank you for the thoughtful comment, touch/being unable to touch was a theme I explored a few times last year and it's great other people pick up on the theme too ^^

Date: 2013-07-19 08:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Haha then let me say you write extremely better drunk than when I'm sober :P

Yes! The main theme tickled my curiosity and melted my heart~

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