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Title: Incandescent
Fandom: TVXQ
Pairing: Yunho/Changmin
Rating: R
Summary: As Changmin was only too happy to tell the world on Moonlight Prince, he likes candle wax.
Content notes: Sensation play.


Incandescent

He’s trying to study, and the guy next door is playing loud music.

Changmin lets out a slow breath and scrubs a hand through his hair. He tightens his grip near the back of his head then releases it, relaxing his hand down onto the dining table. He needs to concentrate, needs to cram as much knowledge into his mind as he can before he goes to bed.

Candlelight flicks and weaves, sending shimmers of illumination across his books. It’s late. Darkness edges the room, bringing with it the slight chill of night. He should put on a sweater or something; he’s only wearing an old, pale green t-shirt and a pair of striped sleeping shorts. He should get up and turn on the lights so he can see properly, but he likes to study with a row of candle-flames beside him.

Nudging a book closer to the candles, he gazes at the long licks of fire, bright enough in the middle to leave sun-spots on his vision and ragged at the tip where the flame wavers.

Fourteen candles are arranged along the left side of the table. Some nestle inside glass jars. A few cluster in a saucer, little stubby things, their overspill already fused together in gradations of cream. Here are short, fat candles with deep hollows where the wick burns; over there are tall, narrow candles ribbed like stalagmites. All of them are the same off-white of paraffin; all of them are scented.

His mother once told him that scent aids memory. When he was a young teenager, she’d light candles in his room and tell him to focus. It didn’t always work, but it’s a belief he’s carried with him, a habit he’s created, and now he doesn’t like studying without warmth and scent and gentle light.

The candles have myriad fragrances. Vanilla, sandalwood, jasmine, rose, frankincense—a sweet, touching richness that hangs in the air.

The bass line thuds through the wall, a dull whump-whump. Changmin frowns and pinches the bridge of his nose. It doesn’t help. He huffs a sigh that disturbs the nearest flames, then returns to his books.

The volume cranks up even louder. Changmin grits his teeth. Tension knots his spine. This is too much. Pushing back his chair with sharp irritation, he crosses the room and bangs on Yunho’s door, then kicks it for good measure. “Shut up!”

The door opens. Noise blasts out. Yunho peers at him. “What?”

Changmin makes a turn it down, fuckwit gesture.

Yunho gives him a long look, then closes the door.

The music continues unabated. Changmin shakes his head, rolls his shoulders to release some of the tension, then goes back to the table and sits down. He stares at the dance of the flames, breathing in the warm scent, struggling to find calm and focus.

And then the music is silenced. Not turned down, but silenced mid-song.

Changmin relaxes. He pulls his books nearer and continues reading.

Behind him, Yunho’s door opens. Closes.

The words blur on the page. Changmin stares, watching the characters swim in the uneven light. He tries to concentrate, tries to attend to the paragraph in front of him. He’s read it three times now and he still doesn’t know what it says. Neither does he care; all his awareness is reaching behind him. He knows Yunho is looking at him, and the knowledge makes his pulse jump, makes his blood slide cold and then race hot. His breathing gets softer as he strains to hear beyond the faint hiss-crackle of the fourteen flames beside him.

He wishes the music was still playing. He longs for noise, because then he could ignore Yunho’s presence, then he’d be able to concentrate on his studies and not on the man watching him.

Changmin imagines Yunho standing there, lounging against the doorjamb, gaze dark on the sweep of Changmin’s shoulders and his pale nape and the way the t-shirt dips at the back. He can imagine the intensity and the intent in that gaze as it starts to kindle and burn.

Hunger makes a fist inside him. Changmin shivers just once, reaction to a breath of cold passing over him. It tightens his body, pebbling his nipples and raising the fine hairs on his forearms.

He moves his left arm closer to the row of candles and absorbs the warmth of the flames, but his teeth are set and his thighs tremble, his right foot jogging up and down until he stops it.

There’s a sound, soft and careless. Yunho has pushed himself away from the door and is coming towards him.

Changmin wants to turn around in his seat and look, but he doesn’t. He can’t. His gaze jitters from the open pages of his books to the flames. They stand straight and true, and then they waver, the lick of fire twisting and fattening and elongating, and then they all judder and puff delicate traceries of black smoke, and Changmin knows Yunho is right behind him.

A whisper of cloth, an exhalation of breath. Changmin starts to curl his hands inwards. Every inch of his exposed skin feels sensitised, charged, waiting. He swallows. His mouth is dry.

A touch. He expected the warmth of Yunho’s hand; instead there’s a slither of fabric, cool and insubstantial. It tickles across his nape and comes to rest over his shoulder, spilling down over his chest. Changmin tears his gaze from the candles and looks at the strip of dark silk. It’s one of Yunho’s ties.

Changmin’s breaths come faster. The flames bow and jerk.

Yunho takes a step closer. He’s almost pressed against the chair. He twitches the tie in silent question.

“Yes.” The word emerges from Changmin tight and aching.

He needs this. He needs the blindfold. It’s not like when he was younger, when he’d discovered this pleasure by accident. That was probably the last time he was innocent. Maybe that’s why he likes revisiting this so much.

These days he can’t surprise himself. It’s not enough to spill wax across his skin and feel the shock of it, the burn and cling and the spread of warming relief. These days he needs to be surprised. He needs Yunho to guide the direction of the wax.

And yes, there’s pleasure in anticipation when he can see the tilt of the candle, the guttering of the flame as it rights itself, the clear gather of molten wax in the hollow of the candle-tip; when he can hold his breath until his heart pounds and he can moan in pleasurable, agonised wanting as he waits for the wax to drip; but it’s nothing, nothing, to the anticipation of those hot, grip-kiss touches when he’s blindfolded.

Yunho gathers the silk and runs the cool sheen of it up the side of Changmin’s neck and across his cheek, and Changmin moans softly, so softly. Then Yunho takes both ends of the tie and settles it over Changmin’s eyes.

He does it gently, taking his time and fastening the knot with care. His fingers tremble; he’s as moved by this as Changmin, but Changmin’s needs come first.

“Good?” Yunho asks, and Changmin nods. His eyes are closed behind the blindfold. He likes the soft pressure of the silk over his face. He enjoys the feel of it warming from his skin, the sound of it when he turns his head and his hair brushes over it. He lets his senses glide. He can hear the flickering of the candles. He can hear Yunho’s breathing. He drifts—

—then jumps when Yunho touches his throat. It’s just the back of Yunho’s fingers, a slow caress upwards. Changmin lifts his head. Yunho catches his thumb beneath Changmin’s chin and makes him tilt back his head, further, further. Changmin’s lips part in protest and invitation.

Yunho holds him there, the position very slightly uncomfortable. “I’m going to kiss you.”

Changmin makes a noise. Not something soft and sexy but loud and embarrassing in its demand.

“Wait.” Yunho sounds amused. He leans down, his breath warm and ticklish as he comes closer. Changmin’s shoulders are aching, the tension locked back into his spine and spreading. He tries to push up from his seat, but Yunho’s free hand comes down onto his left shoulder and holds him still. He strokes Changmin’s throat, down and up and down, and a few other noises unlatch and stumble free.

“I love you,” Yunho whispers, mouth shaping the words over Changmin’s lips.

Still more noises. They mean things like I know and I want you and Please, more than this and Give me what I need, but it’s easier to make these declarations in the form of anxious, breathless moans.

Yunho kisses him. A slick of fire, wet and burning; the hint of tongue, teasing. Changmin reaches for it, opening his mouth. Yunho gives him more, nips at the bow of his top lip, sucks hard and then plunges in his tongue. Changmin groans into the kiss, rousing an answering purr from Yunho.

The angle doesn’t allow Changmin to control the kiss, but he tries regardless. He uses tongue and teeth, rakes kisses across Yunho’s face, bites the ripe swell of Yunho’s lower lip, licks and licks until they’re both panting.

Yunho pulls away. “Stand up,” he says, gruff and dark. “Take my hands.”

Head still swinging from their kiss, Changmin pushes back the chair. He grabs at Yunho’s hands as he lurches to his feet. The chair didn’t go back far enough; he bumps against the table. The jars and saucer rattle. Changmin catches his breath, imagining the candles toppling, wax spilling, flames spreading. He turns his head, but the blindfold is secure across his eyes.

“It’s okay.” Yunho slides an arm around him and strokes his back, easing him closer. “Kiss me.”

The moment of anxiety is soon forgotten. Changmin takes charge of this kiss, teasing pleasure from Yunho’s mouth, tasting the faint memory of cigarette smoke and coffee.

Yunho runs his hands down Changmin’s back and over his ass, first above the shorts, then below. Changmin mews at the contact and tries to push forward. Yunho stops him, slipping a hand around to the front of Changmin’s shorts to take hold of his cock.

A gasp jolts Changmin; his hips stir as Yunho strokes his dick. Then Yunho is rubbing up against him, his own erection thick and solid. Changmin kisses him, hungry and wanting, then makes a disappointed noise when Yunho pulls away again.

“Wait.” There’s the sound of paper being gathered and books being shut, all of it very precise and methodical, and then Yunho makes a low, impatient growl and knocks the study materials off the table onto the floor.

“Sit,” Yunho says, and Changmin steps backwards. He knocks into the table again and corrects his position, feeling the edge pressing against the back of his thighs. He wriggles his ass onto the table and perches there.

Yunho lifts the hem of the t-shirt. Changmin raises his arms and lets Yunho take it off him. There’s a soft thump as it drops to the floor. Yunho’s hands trace over his body, fitting around his ribs and stroking up. He thumbs Changmin’s nipples, a brief strummed caress that sends a shiver through him, and then slides up to smooth over his shoulders. Yunho’s palms press down. “Lie across the table for me.”

Changmin tries to work out where he is in relation to the candles. He gives up. It doesn’t matter. Trusting Yunho to guide him, he leans back, rolling himself flat across the table. He keeps his hands above his head, wrists crossed. His legs hang over the edge. On tiptoes, he can touch the floor.

“Changminnie,” Yunho says, and there’s wonder as soft and dark as smoke in his tone. “Changminnie, I want you naked. I want to look at you.”

Desire trembles through him. Changmin lifts his toes from the floor and squirms a little, attempting to assist Yunho in taking off his shorts. He gets one leg free of his underwear, then feels the fabric slide down his other leg and onto the floor. He jabs his toes at it, scuffling it out of the way.

There’s a long pause. Yunho is looking at him, admiring him spread out and naked. Excitement spirals. Changmin tries to remain still, his pulse jumping, awareness screaming. He points his toes, feeling the strain go through his thighs.

“Gorgeous,” Yunho says. “Oh, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to spill heat all over you, baby. Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” Changmin hears the need in his voice. Arousal hammers through him. He writhes, rolls a quarter-turn to his right, and then Yunho halts him. He’s close to the row of candles; three, maybe four inches away at most.

Changmin stops mid-squirm. The heat of the flames is gentle against his naked flesh. He opens his eyes behind the blindfold. The weave of the silk is dense, too thick for him to see through directly, but he can see a glow limning the edges of the blindfold. He holds so still he starts to sweat, mouth open as if drinking in the light.

“I won’t let you burn.” Yunho’s voice is closer. He’s changed position around the table. “You won’t burn, but...

A puff of breath, fierce and swift. Changmin jerks as a spray of hot wax spatters over his chest.

His moan of appreciation at the sharp ease of it breaks off when Yunho blows out another candle. More wax splashes, patterning over Changmin’s ribs and across his tensed belly. His breath leaving him in a single desperate exhalation, he rolls flat onto his back. His cock bobs, oozing wetness. Changmin stretches his arms high above his head, grasps at the edge of the table with both hands. His fingers flicker, restless and awkward. He arches his back, hips stuttering; he rocks on his tiptoes, his thighs trembling.

Yunho moves again. He puts his hands on Changmin’s knees, pushing them apart. Changmin dances his toes across the floor. This position feels so open. The long muscles pull all through his thighs. He’s aware of the pulse swift and deep through his femoral arteries. Yunho lays a finger over the vein, high up in the crease where right leg and torso meet, and Changmin writhes, pinioned by his vulnerability, his breath gasping, blood pounding.

His fingers twist and knot. He slicks his lips with his tongue, but the saliva dries too fast and he needs to do it again. Everything’s too hot. He’s burning. He’s desperate for the soothing clasp of the wax over his skin, for the delicate sting of its kiss.

Changmin’s lips work around words he can’t express. Yunho takes pity, leans over him and slides two fingers into his open mouth. Changmin makes a muffled noise of gratitude. Closing his teeth around Yunho’s fingers below the knuckle, he sucks. He moans, long and low, hips rolling as he thrusts against Yunho.

Things tilt and slide, getting away from him, but he has Yunho’s fingers hooked into his mouth and it’s as if he’s caught on a line, frantic and striving but safe. The heat of the candle flames glow beside him. There’s the scent of vanilla and sandalwood; the scent of his body, ripe with sweat and musk. There’s Yunho’s cologne, the headiest scent of all, and the taste of his skin as Changmin nibbles at his fingertips, as he swirls his tongue and makes Yunho groan and say Changmin, oh fuck in a voice rich with lust.

Yunho slips his fingers free and drags them, glistening, down Changmin’s chin, tracing his throat, over his chest, where the wetness of saliva mixes with the gloss of sweat. Yunho rubs his fingers over Changmin’s left nipple. It’s already furled tight. Now it puckers even more as Yunho rolls it between thumb and forefinger, pinching and pinching until Changmin’s mouth drops open and he pants for breath, stabbing his toes at the floor as his thighs strain and quiver.

“Yes,” Yunho says. He bends down, his hair tickling over Changmin’s chest, and licks the very tip of Changmin’s nipple even as he pinches harder.

Changmin cries out. He squirms. Yunho releases him and he moans again at the rush of sensation into his bruised nipple.

Before he can process it fully, he hears the flare of a candle-flame above him. Molten wax spills across his chest, over his right nipple. A flash of pleasure ignites, too brief to be of any use. Changmin grunts and lifts his chest. There’s a flickering wash of heat as Yunho brings the candle lower, and then a fall of hot, spattering rain.

It’s so good, so sweet. Changmin jerks and writhes. His dick is rock hard, wetness sticky-smearing over his belly. The wax is cooling, flaking off where it’s already peeling free of his skin. He needs more. “Please,” Changmin begs, voice slurring as if he’s drunk.

“Here.” Yunho takes his right hand and guides it to the saucer. “Touch it.”

Changmin dips his fingers into the pool of soft wax. The surface is just a thin crust; his fingertips break through into the molten warmth beneath. He moans at the sensation, the wax sticking to his skin.

Yunho makes him lift his hand. Makes him wrap it around his cock.

“God, the heat coming off you,” Yunho breathes, admiring. “You should see how huge your dick is. How swollen.” His hands are on Changmin’s splayed thighs. He dips his head and nuzzles at Changmin’s balls. “So high and tight. You want to come, don’t you? Fuck your hand, baby. Let me see you do yourself. Work it good and hard.”

Changmin wriggles his fingers around his shaft. The wax is cooling, drying. It starts to slough off when he takes a firm grip on his dick and begins to stroke it. His fingertips feel pink beneath the cling of the wax. The skin feels new. He gasps for air and heaves up on the table, pushing his weight through his toes.

Yunho sucks at Changmin’s balls, licks the insides of his thighs. Buries his face lower and curls his tongue over Changmin’s perineum.

Changmin pumps his dick faster, harder. Sweat rolls and trickles. He’s too hot, head tossing from side to side, the blindfold damp. His skin sticks to the surface of the table. Pre-come slides over his fist. Ribbles of wax crack. He sees light behind his eyes and reaches for it.

“Oh yeah,” Yunho urges breathlessly. “That’s it. A little more. Come on, baby.”

Changmin can’t see, can’t breathe. He’s falling. He’s flying.

Yunho licks into Changmin’s hips, thrumming deep, open-mouthed kisses over the path of the arteries, tugging at his pubic hair. Changmin writhes and begs, chasing his orgasm. It’s close, so close, but he’s not there yet. He can’t touch it, he can’t catch it.

“More,” Yunho says, and he draws down Changmin’s ball sac, stretching it out.

Changmin’s back arches in shuddery increments, higher and higher. His hand blurs. Everything’s tight, a spring wound to breaking point.

“More,” Yunho says again, and Changmin gasps, gasps. He wants, he needs—

Hot wax spills across the insides of his thighs, into the hollows of his hips. He moans, flinching and jolting, orgasm almost upon him, and then Yunho says, “Now,” and directs a delicate runnel of wax over Changmin’s taut-stretched balls.

Changmin howls. Tension snaps. Pleasure rears up to balance the pain. Ecstasy punches through him.

He comes in constellations, a thick wet heat to match the patterns of wax cooling and drying, danced all over his body.






[livejournal.com profile] haeym drew this. OMG. Please all bow to her skills.

Haeym's tumblr

Date: 2013-02-16 12:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lolistar73.livejournal.com
*_________________________*


I swear to gosh Changmin + Yunho + D/s is unbelievably amazing to me. It's just so contradictory to their personalities that it makes me feel giddy when I get to read a well written piece of them in their roles (like Pony).

This was short, sweet and powerful! Yunho knowing what Changmin needed before he did, and Changmin so needy for Yunho and the wax was just *guh*.

And that pic at the bottom is amazing hot! XD

p.s. I can't believe I got here before diagon O.o
Edited Date: 2013-02-16 12:16 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-02-16 09:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you ^^

Until this year I'd struggled more with sub!Changmin but since he's been more open about his control freak nature and how he needs to learn to control himself, plus the candle wax thing (OMG boy why did you say that, silly silly lad XD), I'm more comfortable with writing it :D Yunho has always been open about wanting to be controlled so I guess it's less of a challenge and that's why I don't find it so interesting, unless other elements come into it somehow. Conflict makes plot, even if it's just internal conflict! :D

Hemi is so incredibly talented. When she showed me the pic I almost fell off the chair!

Date: 2013-02-16 09:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lolistar73.livejournal.com
Conflict makes plot, even if it's just internal conflict! <-- Agreed!

The reason why I love HoMin so much is because I love dominant/pushy bottoms. I've been into 'yaoi' for a really long time but I've almost come to hate it in a way. It's almost as bad are regular het fiction - the bottoms are always just helpless, small and needy (all attributes that are feminized). I love pairings that can switch and HoMin can do that. I love that Yunho needs to be controlled and that Changmin will do the controlling but at the same time Yunho likes to protect and Changmin will defer to Yunho. They just work in dimensions that speak 'real' to me.

And lol that is exactly the reason I like to read well written bottom!Changmin - I love to see how authors interpret the dynamics between HoMin and whether they stay true to the boys' personalities.

Date: 2013-02-16 06:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] diagon.livejournal.com
p.s. I can't believe I got here before diagon O.o Sometimes I am unforgiveably lazy about responding to fic in writing... Glitterburn withholds new plot ideas (and cake) until I do give feedback, so I'm not too lazy for too long...

Date: 2013-03-02 12:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] diagon.livejournal.com
*holds arm out for a slap for being so tardy with writing down my thoughts*

First, can I say that the art is seriously sensual. There is something so appealing about the particular line of the curve of Changmin's back. Haeym should know that my comment comes from the depth of admiration of someone who can hardly draw their own curtains at night, let alone a portrait, not least one that captures so fluidly the character of this story.

I have confess that as soon as Changmin mentioned the candle incident my brain went into flashy lighted *fic* *fic* *fic* mode.
It's not even a particular kink I look out for, but it was far too good an opportunity for you to pass up, and you really did get into his head and make the reader share in every sensation.

My favourite part - because I'm odd like that - is Yunho gives him a long look, then closes the door. It's because my favourite thing about them is that after 10 years together they really can read each other's tells. I can just imagine Yunho bopping along in his own world and then Changmin grumps and Yunho immediately switches into "Changmin needs mode".

Changmin asks for something, but Yunho listens to what CM is really saying under the "turn it down doofus" sign-language.

It's not enough for Yunho that Changmin needs silence. That's too obvious. What Changmin needs is an untangling, something to release the tension in his shoulders and the ache in his head.

That you have Yunho achieve this by ramping up the tension even more first, is utterly delicious to me.
You have a real gift for pin-prick precision when describing how Changmin feels when he knows YH is leaning at the door watching him. Nevermind Changmin, you had me holding my breath!

And with good reason - because this Homin has a code for playing. The silk tie and CM's immediate knowledge of what Yunho was asking without words, and his even more-immediate "Yes" makes my brain curl in on itself with delight.

Then there's a really interesting touch which I only realised on re-reading now: CM doesn't speak, and Yunho uses incredibly short phrasing; often only two words. And this is so precise and measured until YH can't hold it in any longer and he starts to rhapsodise with more and more words and this in counterpoint to CM wanting to speak but not having words becuase they've all be transfered into sensation.

On a technical level you've structured this so carefully to sweep the reader up and along with CM, but I'm only realising that after the sixth read because I was too caught up in the emotion before, and I needed a break away from it to realise the incredible architecture you set this in.

It's a PWP, but you put in so much character development and character revelation, that PWP just isn't sufficient terminology. It's like sneaky-marketing where people think they are watching an advert with two guys sitting in a cafe seemingly talking about nothing and the next day you're buying yourself their shoes, their phones and their brand of cig and you don't even trace it back to the advert.

And finally, I do actually have a different favourite line.

He comes in constellations

I've read a lot of money-shot scenes, and I've never seen that choice of wording before, and my mind just clicked into place and said "oh wow, that's perfect". Shooting stars indeed.

Date: 2013-03-02 11:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you ♥

Candle wax isn't a kink that interests me in the slightest, although I've known a few men who really enjoyed it and I enjoyed hurting them, so... From a technical standpoint this was interesting even if I didn't have an emotional connection, so I'm glad you pointed up the architecture of the fic. It took a while to find the necessary headspace for it but I'm happy with the way it turned out.

Date: 2013-03-02 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missgossiptvxq.livejournal.com
OH GOD!!!! *Spazzing* first of all *bows* I'm so happy you've updated sec. O.O I can't breathe cuz this was too hot and you definitely took your time making it rich with details. I could see all of it in my head and oh god it was extremely hot and...and I can't describe how I feel and and and *dies happily*

Date: 2013-03-02 03:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you! Two other fics as well - just scroll back a bit, I wrote them a while ago ^^

Date: 2013-03-02 03:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missgossiptvxq.livejournal.com
Oh and yes the pic is very very well done! Talent!

Date: 2013-03-02 03:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Hemi is awesomely talented! :D

Date: 2013-03-03 05:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cactuzoz.livejournal.com
I knew changmin's confession gonna inspire a lot of wonderful writers and I am glad you wrote about that~

I always have this satisfaction when reading your stories where I can sense and feel their bond even they didn't blatantly voiced that out.
I don't know if people who is not familiar with them can understand that but I totally like the pull and push that minnie's provide here.

The complete trust between them was one of the thing that define their beautiful bond too so as a conclusion, this is one hot and sexy fic from you that involved minnie's kink.

Thank yo for writing this~

Date: 2013-03-07 07:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you, this is such a thoughtful comment and I really appreciate that you saw that the kink aspect was about trust. Too many people just go 'oh it's kink' and don't understand that, frankly, a kinky relationship is deeply romantic because of the amount of trust that's necessary for it to work. Thank you for your insight.

Date: 2013-03-03 03:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yangguifei17.livejournal.com
ohhhhhh lordy jesus you back again and i will be back again sometime tomorrow after work to comment! (but will def read now and then pass out^^)

Date: 2013-03-07 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
LOL hope you didn't pass out!

Date: 2013-03-10 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] acornmama.livejournal.com
I have yet to beable to sit through an entire episode of Moonlight Prince or I am sure I would have heard that bit about the wax. Woah!!!
And what a fabulous boyfriend Yunho is! To make it good for Changmin, to know what he needs, and give it to him. Yes, Yun should be cloned and passed out among the population!

Date: 2013-03-10 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you ^^ Actually I haven't watched any of it, I doubt I'd have the patience even for Changmin, so I just wait for gifs or specific cuts where Changmin says something foolish. And luckily he delivers in such epic style *shakes head in despair*

Date: 2013-03-10 03:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] acornmama.livejournal.com
Oh! So, its not just me! Lol.

Date: 2013-03-10 03:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Life's too short to watch TV shows that have little redeeming interest other than Changmin's pink underpants and blurted confessions of playing with candle wax!

Date: 2013-03-11 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] acornmama.livejournal.com
Strangely enough I can watch Korean tv programming just about all day. Except for most of the variety shows. Just can't.

Date: 2013-03-12 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
LOL well I barely watch British chat shows even when they feature celebs I like! Actually I think the last time I watched a chat show it was in the 90s. I shocked myself last week by watching David Tennant's new drama when it was actually broadcast, but that was mainly because I was in a hotel.

But yeah, variety shows. The few times I've watched them it's been full of second-hand embarrassment or general wtf!

Date: 2013-03-29 05:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shunluv.livejournal.com
so happy to see new story from you again<3
and using Changmin love for wax<3<3<3

Date: 2013-03-29 07:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you ^^

Date: 2013-04-03 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whatkindoftea.livejournal.com
When I heard Changmin talk about this on Moonlight Prince, I had hoped that you would take it and just /run/, especially given the level of awesome of your story Running Man. Of course, you created something more than just a kink fic! The way all of the emphasis is on the sensations Changmin experiences, rather than the dialogue or the mutual give-and-take between them, completely pulled me in. The cadence, the descriptions - everything about it is mesmerizing. So fantastic!

Date: 2013-04-03 04:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you ^^

Date: 2013-04-03 04:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] coychick.livejournal.com
Hi. I just read your latest post and I must say, I'm not surprised. Though I noticed similarities, I didn't voice it out thinking that she would correct it or somebody else will tell her off. Maybe if I tried to do something, in one way or another this could have been solved waaay earlier. But since it has come to this, I respect your decision.

You are truly one of the best HoMin writers here and I'm very sad to see you go (wait, are you?). If you do decide to stop writing, I would like to thank you for sharing your wonderful stories with us. Your stories have been a source of strength and comfort during trying times and was able to lighten up the darkest of days. But if you ever decide to come back and write again, even if its not in LJ, I would still love to read your stories. I hope you can link me or something to wherever you decide to go and share your HoMin love. For now, I'll keep coming back here in your journal and read your fics over and over again. :)

Again, thank you for all you've shared with us. I hope this is not goodbye. :)


Dominique

** Sorry I didn't know where to post this. I wanted to send you a PM but it seems like you deactivated it.

Date: 2013-04-03 08:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Thank you. I'm really glad that my fics were able to make you smile or feel happier when things were difficult. I hope those tough times are over for you now :)

I'm not sure I'll write in kpop fandom again tbh but again, thank you for commenting, it's very much appreciated.

Date: 2013-04-08 08:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] almond86.livejournal.com
WHAT?!?!?! this whole time I thought I read this!!!! God I stalk your journal so much and memorize the names of fics that I assume I read them!! I looked at the title and couldn't recall anything from the story (which is soooo unusual when it comes to your fics..I could probably recite them in my sleep, the amount of times I read and re-read them!) Thank God I clicked on it or I would have missed out!!

Anyhoo gna read and come back to comment! I can anticipate a lot of hotness! (prob not wise to read this at work...like that ever stopped me before >.< )!

Date: 2013-04-22 11:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kemis.livejournal.com
So, I know I'm mostly a lurker (I didn't even friend your LJ before because I simply kept it always open in a tab which I'd refresh from 5 to 20 times a day >_>;;;) and I'm totally being too forward with this so I apologize in advance. But... what are you going to do about your fics in the future?

You said that you weren't going to post on LJ or AO3, so what does that leave? Dreamwidth? Tumblr?

I'd be really, really heartbroken if I missed out your works, so what do I have to do not to miss out? ^^;

Date: 2013-04-22 04:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
I doubt I'll write anything for the fandom in future. I just feel very uncomfortable atm :/

Date: 2013-04-22 04:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kemis.livejournal.com
I had thought as much, but there was that tiny voice in the back of my head wondering "what if she's posting some SuJu or any other fandom stuff and I'm just not seeing it?". XD

I totally understand, though. Something like this happened to me as well, few years ago, and even if it wasn't as big of a deal it still left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Date: 2013-04-22 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
I was pondering writing something for the KyuSung fest, although I only write that pairing for one of my friends so I'm still undecided. I feel a bit adrift without a fandom tbh and am hoping something really interesting will come along to tempt me!

This is the first time it's happened to me in 13 years of fandom writing so it's all a bit weird.
(screened comment)

Date: 2013-06-06 07:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
Sure, I'll send it along in just a moment :)

Not sure what I'll do with the rewritten version atm. I dislike 4 of my HoMin fics but Just Cause is the only one I want to fix!

And since you left your email here, I'll screen your comment to protect your privacy ^^

Date: 2013-06-08 07:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kpopfuntime.livejournal.com
Thank you very much for sending it to me! I did a little happy dance when I saw it. ^ ^

What don't you like about them? But then again, I guess the readers always have a different perception than the writers about the stories.

Thank you for screening it. I was unsure what to do with my email. Sigh, I will never learn.

Thanks again!!

Date: 2013-06-09 07:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] glitterburn.livejournal.com
You're welcome ^^

Hmmm, one of the fics I dislike is just a PWP and I think it's OOC. I wish I'd gone with my gut instinct and written a full novel-length story to establish context and character, but I didn't and so that PWP will always be 'the one that got away'. But as you say, readers interpret differently, and one of my friends loves that PWP!

The others, including Just Cause, I dislike because of how I felt when I wrote them. It took me ages to write Just Cause and I think I wrote 7 other fics during the process because I struggled with it and so I resented the story. Technically and editorially it's pretty strong and needs only secondary edits on it, but it's taken me 7 months to get past the resentment and recognise that.

TL;DR LOL /ramble

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