It nagged her so much.

Minju turned over at the break of dawn to find Jiyong peacefully resting next to her. His eyes were gently shut, and his chest matched a rhythmic beat as he breathed.

But his mouth was what nagged her.

It formed a small pout, as if asking for her to kiss him. The temptation was killing Minju- she was just inches away from his face, and she could feel his breath as he exhaled. But she knew she had to resist.

For some reason, Jiyong refrained from kissing Minju. It was like a taboo. For the 2 years they dated each other, he had never once approached her lips, ever. He had full access to her body, and freely touched her wherever he wanted, but her lips were left fallow.

It was confounding; Minju was surprised one night when he entered their flat and hoisted her up. He proceeded to their bedroom and threw her onto their bed. His eyes were evidently heavy, making Minju even more confused. Before she could turn over to face the cieling, he laid down next to her and grasped her wrsit with one hand and ran his other hand up her shirt. Minju’s heart pounded- maybe he was waiting for this day?

However, she was left trolled when he inched closer to her, and opened his mouth only to say, “Goodnight.”


Both Jiyong and Minju were kpop artisits, and therefore were often called togehter on variety shows. It pained her to not be able to describe his kiss to those who asked on TV. It was also excrutiating when they brought out Pepero sticks for the both of them, because she knew what he would do.

Jiyong always lost in the Pepero game. She knew he did it purposely. Each time, he went a bit closer than the previous, but he never failed to cut it off and pronounce defeat. He never took notice of bewildered face as he pulled away.

One day, Jiyong took Minju out for to eat. He ordered ramen and a cup of coffee, while Minju just bought bubble tea.

It was enticing to watch him eat. Jiyong was the only person she new who drank coffee as he ate ramen. His lips were constantly stained, and Minju tried to bar herself from lunging over the table and removing the coffee and ramen from his mouth herself. He kept licking them, making sure he removed them himself, but that only aroused her more.

Jiyong also had the habit of slurping. He knew it was not a good habit, so he tried to control it, but now and then, he couldn’t help it. Minju often reminded him that he was slurping in public, in hopes of him refraining from doing it. She didn’t care about what the public thought of him, though. She needed to feel his lips, and constantly making it obvious to her was not helping.

She remembered in Big Bang’s Secret Garden parody, TOP complained about women lying about them not knowing about the foam above their mouths when they drink something. She could relate to it. She wasn’t sure if Jiyong did it deliberately, but the thick coat of coffee flavoured foam on his lips semed to be jeering at Minju. She winced when Jiyong finally found out and wiped it off.

Another time, he took her out for ice cream. Jiyong made a show with his mouth as he gently pulled small amounts of the cold ice cream off his tiny spoon. When he was finished with one spoonful, he made sure he licked the surface before sticking it back in his bowl. Again, Minju felt like she was being mocked. She imagined Jiyong doing the same to her lips- only imagined.

With each spoon, his lips turned redder and redder, seeting Minju in rising temperatures. They looked like they were waiting for her lips. They were wet and shiny, gleaming in the light.


On Christmas, Minju and Jiyong were scheduled to meet on Strong Heart. She knew it was her opportunity to vent her feelings.

She gingerly narrated her dilemma, avoiding Jiyong’s gaze, which she knew was searing through her. She was to scared to look up; she was scared that he may be angry. The others on the show lightened the atmosphere, but Minju was being weighed down by a huge, dark cloud. She knew it was something petty, but it troubled her a lot.

When she finally finished her rant, she looked up to the MC.

He said, “You say that your relationship is very open, but he doesn’t kiss you, right? Then why don’t you just ask him why?”

Minju gulped and slowly glanced at her boyfriend. A wave of relief flooded her when she saw him smiling heartily. But nevertheless, she blushed as she whispered, “Oppa, why don’t you ever kiss me?”

Jiyong laughed as Minju looked on, confused.

He threw his arm around her and stood up, making her get up as well, and hovered clsoer to her, before turning his head to the MC and asking, “This is OK, right?”

He then crashed into her lips, and after a few minutes, replied, shaking with laughter, “No comment.”


Editions coming!



No Comment


With Jiyong’s strong and manly image, most people imagined him to be into mature stuff, let alone kissing.

Only Minju knew the truth.



Hello! You’re happy I’m updating a lot, right?

I posted the inspiration to this in my latest blog post.

This story is probably going to be really short, but I’ve gotaa let out my feels, right?

I have no idea why the story is titled No Comment. It just came to me, and I’ll try to incorporate it into the story.



Poster and background credits to Verciel Graphics Shop!

Do You Still Dislike Pickles?

His personality was like the best coffee one could taste. It was of the right balance- not too sweet; he was capable of acting tough and serious in the appropriate situations- and not too bitter either; when it came to casual hang outs or taking me to the coffee shop, he was always loving and cute. He was perfect.

His curiosity was like a Cortado- very open and straightforward, but with a touch of angelic innocence, a topping of cream.

His conscientiousness was like a Macchiato- always with a strong base, filled with different levels. It was a maze, but he utilised it well.

At the same time, he was very extroverted. His ability to socialise and draw energy from any atmosphere was never inconspicuous. It was like a perfectly brewed Pharisaer. Everyone loved him.

His embrace was like a hot cappuccino on a cold, wintery day.

His scent gave off rich aromas of spiced coffee, matching his personality, which was made of a dramatic, adventurous, but humble and gentle spirit.

The feel of his lips had an air of Vienna Coffee. He was never one to make a kiss feel uncomfortable, but eventually, as you think of pulling away, he will end with a smart kick, rendering you completely breathless.

Regardless of his warm spirit in kissing, his ability to make love was purely Americano. He could lead you for days, and would never feel like stopping. And it was never slow or gentle, but very erotic and wild.

Bang Yong Guk was the best brew of coffee.

And he was the very same man who took me to the Coffee Shop on our first month anniversary and introduced me to the different coffees.

The Coffee Shop was a sophisticated café that Yong Guk had apparently visited during high school for ‘relief’. It housed a vast menu of coffees alone- exotic names that a normal Korean would have never recognized.

I was never into coffee- I more or less hated milk based beverages, and stuck to fruit juices and the likes. But since I loved him, I thought trying wouldn’t hurt.

And it didn’t. I literally dragged him to the same café everyday to try out a new coffee. Each drink was different, just like him. Each time we met, he showed me different levels of trust, adventure, friendship and most of all, love. Regardless of my newfound love for coffee, I loved going to The Coffee Shop with him. It was a place that made him open up the most. The Coffee Shop seemed to create an energetic rush in him, causing him to happily converse with me, before leading me to my house. Though the cafe had a warm, earthy vibe, Yong Guk interpreted it differently-it was his place to be fun, happy, and most of all, loving.

The Coffee Shop was what made our love blossom, was what made us descend to different emotions together, and what ultimately made it crash as well.

As we graduated from college, which was about two months before, Yong Guk refused to go out as often as we did before. He only seemed interested in dates at the Coffee Shop. Every time I invited him for a hang out or a casual meet, he declined it, unless it was planned in the Coffee Shop. It seemed like he was more in love with the place than with me. I found myself waiting in the Coffee Shop every time we decided to meet. He was never open for after the date either. He would always disappear after we stood up, and kissed, and parted ways. Though very unrealistic, dates, for him, meant cuddling up with The Coffee Shop. I was merely a messenger.

I, of course, figured that infidelity using The Coffee Shop was not something Yong Guk participated in. Though he declined meeting at any other place, he always acted as sweet and loving as ever when we did meet at the café. Like always, we talked, but unusually, je wasn’t as enthusiastic before. we never professed pur secrets, or talked about our problems. It was like he had cloned himself to meet with me, and his real spirit was dead.It was confounding, because he never did tell me why he preferred dating there. We talked for hours together over warm or cold coffee, but whatever the drink, he never talked straightforwardly. He always showered me with praise and never stopped talking sugar. But we never talked like a real couple of four years. It seemed too amateurish, and he didn’t seem to be ready to tell me why it was like that. So, after weeks of consulting my mind, I decided it was time. I could not last in a relationship where a surreal image of happiness was drawn. We had to split.

But of course, I didn’t have the heart. I starkly remember one instance before college graduation, when we had had a small fight and I refused to talk to him. He took me to the café and bought me my favourite coffee, Ethiopian, and sat me down on his lap. He didn’t care that it was an open place where other students thronged to. He sat me down with no reluctance and held me tight, before gently turning my face towards him. His eyes seared through mine, yet he didn’t let me move.

He said, with a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, Kyung Min. I truly am, from the bottom of my heart. I can’t believe I would cause a fight between us, and I can’t believe I lived with myself knowing that I caused you to ignore me. I love you, and I always will. I promise to never cause any trouble. Please, forgive me.”

I looked at him and observed his straight and unwavering emotion. His feelings were so deep and true. At that point, I couldn’t say no.

“I love you,” I whispered after a kiss, to which he replied, “I also have one more request.”

“Please, never say you’ll break up with me. I’m having so much fun with you; my life is never complete with your smile. I don’t think I’ll be able to cope up with losing you. If you ever suspect me of anything, throw those thoughts away. I’ll never cheat on you, and I’ll never stop loving you. Never split up with me. Promise?”

I nodded slowly. At that time, even I couldn’t think of ever needing to break up with him.

This was why actually telling him that our relationship was void was impossible.

But how much ever I reasoned, I still felt a hole. It was the only way to release myself from that endless feeling of being locked up.

Ever since these negative feelings arose in me, I observed that the meetings with Yong Guk became less in quality as well as quantity. We met less by the day, and each time we did, he seemed to have grown weaker than before. His voice slowly grew soft, and his bright complexion went duller and duller. It was like he was disappearing with my love for him. But didn’t that usually happen with hallucinations- where one dreams of the spirit of a loved one, and that which slowly fades away with memory? Obviously, these weren’t hallucinations. I couldn’t have gone mad- there wasn’t enough evidence for that. And it seemed too  sappy  to be true. It was like an old novel, where the heroine notices changes in her life as she breaks away from her prince.

I was clearly acting childish. I had to end this once and for all, even if they did mess with my mind.

For help I texted our long time friend Yoo Youngjae. He stuck with us ever since we were a couple, and he was one person who understood me. If I couldn’t confide in Yong Guk, then he could.

However, when I requested for help, he replied negatively.

His text said:

“Kyung Min! What is wrong with you! How many times do we have to tell you!? Bang Yong Guk is GONE. He has been gone for two months together now. I can’t think of any way to make you remember that except shout at you each time. Stop mentioning him, as if he still exists. You’re just causing us more hurt.”

That was Youngjae’s problem. I don’t know if the two had an altercation, or something of the sort, but he always denied Yong Guk’s existence as a whole. He kept telling me that he was gone, which clearly was wrong because I met Yong Guk at the Coffee Shop almost every day. Something obviously happened between the two of them, but they never mentioned it, if it ever did happen. I was left with no information on their relationship at all. Youngjae’s words never made sense to me.

So I turned to another friend, Daehyun. He was someone I hadn’t contacted in a long time, so starting anew with something negative would obviously render me to expect the same reaction as Youngjae. So instead, I just requested him to come with me to the café. When we got there, I figured I would explain it to him and he would subsequently execute my wishes.

Thankfully, Daehyun replied positively, and I was already set to meet Yong Guk the next day.

At 2:30, the day after, we all met at the café. Interestingly, Yong Guk and Daehyun didn’t exchange greetings. But it wasn’t of concern to me.

I pulled Daehyun to a corner as Yong Guk went in to order coffee, and pleaded with him to help me out with the break up.

Daehyun looked very puzzled, and scared at the same time.

“Kyung Min, what- what are you talking about? Yong Guk- he’s- oh, so this is what Youngjae was talking about. Kyung Min-“he muttered, before vigorously shaking his head and looking at me.

“I’m sorry, but I need to go. I’ll be right back in a few minutes.” He said, without waiting for a reply. I watched as he ran out into the road and stopped at a phone booth.

I went and sat down at a free table, waiting for both of them.

Yong Guk sat down and gave me my cup.

“I got you your favourite. You know, because I lo-”

And that was when the biggest turning point of my life happened.

As he froze, he looked toward the back of me. I could hear someone approaching me, and looked back to face a tall, sturdy looking man, with a uniform on. On his right chest pocket was a golden emblem that read ‘Hongdae Psychiatric Ward’. I turned back to see him slowly fade away, like he was an apparition all the while.

Ever since then, I have been sitting in a hospital ward. But unlike usual hospital wards, this one is dreary and cold. They never check my temperature or give me injections. All they do is talk to me, and I detest these sessions every day, aside from engaging me in useless things like gardening, and sewing. I’ve been admitted in an asylum.They keep telling me the same thing that Youngjae was reinforcing- that Yong Guk is gone. He apparently died two months ago, and I have been claiming to have met with him. Like a psycho.

Was I really hallucinating? No. These sessions haven’t had any effect on me.

I am confident that Yong Guk is alive and kicking. I can still feel his breath, and smell his scent, as if I slept with him yesterday.


I now have started planning how to meet with Yong Guk later, after they discharge me. I’m thinking about trying to patch things up, because he never meant to hurt me- I can see that. As I lie on this stone cold bed day- they day he took me to The Coffee Shop. It was glorious, just him and myself.Yong Guk isn’t gone- I’ve been dating him for the past four years. As I lie here, I can’t help but smile. The day they discharge me will be a new lease of life, in both finding my spirit, and finding my love. I can’t wait. I can’t forget the last words he tried to say- I love you. I will set out and regain that feeling of love. The perfect concoction: Park Kyung Min + Bang Yong Guk.

Youngjae’s words have never made sense to me, and they never will.


Yaay! First story entry for the Sky is the Limit contest! Please check it out- its really cool.  To be clear, Daehyun and Youngjae admitted her in a mental institution because she was hallucinating about Yong Guk, while he really died two months ago. I’m sorry I’m making everyone die, but you won’t see that it my other feature stories, I promise!!

This story was inspired from the song Coffee Shop, as you would have guessed. It was something I thought they should have done for the video.

Coffee Shop


Bang Yong Guk, Park Kyung Min (OC)


“Why do I find myself waiting at this coffee shop everyday?”


“Youngjae’s words never made sense to me”


 “I love you, and I always will”



Entry for Sky is the Limit Writing Contest for judge Lisa.

LINK: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/264824/the-sky-is-the-limit-writing-contest-round-5-open-bigbang-infinite-shinee-snsd-writingcontest-exo-bap

Wish me luck!! ❤

The chapter’s name has nothing to do with the story, except for the fact that its from the Coffee Shop song. It is truly the single line that I love the most from that song, and I am sick of naming one shot chapters ‘One’ or ‘I’, so I used that line. I have no idea why I like the line; to anyone else it would seem very weird. But that’s what goes on in my brain. The beauty of the words ‘do you still dislike pickles’. I know- I’m sad.


Neodo Nareul Saranghae? (Do you love me too?)

poster_from_postermywallNeodo Saranghae? (Oneshot)


Kang Seung Yoon

Song Hye Ri


A one shot based on the song ‘Doduk’.


“Uwaah, look here Yoonie!” Hye Ri said. (Resemblance towards Ravi?)

Hye Ri and Seung Yoon were in Peru for a school excursion.

Hye Ri was always one to wander off. She was never for following the class and staying behind the teacher’s back. she was adventurous, and she was willing to break the rules.

One thing about her personality in accordance with her joyous, free spirit was her affection for her best friend Kang Seung Yoon. She would take him wherever she went. Little did he know that this was all she could think of for happiness- spending time with Yoonie.

Seung yoon, however, wasn’t against her forcedly making him tag along with her. He felt like ascending to heaven whenever she met his hands. He felt his heart stop when she giggled. And he felt himself melt when she finally reached the peak of her little adventure and laughed her heart out as she accomplished her desire.

He was sure that her smile was different- it had a diverse effect on him. The way she pulled him energetically and purposely stayed away from ordinance made him feel warm and fulfilled; like a feast of bulgogi and his mom’s naengmyeon (do Koreans eat that together? I don’t know, it seems to be a nice combination).

He fell in love with her when she first stood in front of him in 10th grade. She had no one else to take along with her, so gripped an oblivious Seung Yoon’s hand ran off to the end of the beach. There, she waded deep into the water, encouraging Seungyoon to join her. when they were finally caught by their teacher, he knew she made him feel like there were no worries in the world.

They met here and there everyday after that, when Seung Yoon secretly wanted to spend the whole day with her and learn more about her. Finally, they landed in the same class in the second term of 10th grade, and their friendship blossomed. He was happy as hell.

Slowly, Seung Yoon found out what made him feel happy after coming back from school. He found out why going for his training at YG was worthwhile. She kept his voice alive when he felt like quitting. She made him continue.

But he kept it covered. He felt cheesy inside whenever he wanted to confess; and at the same time, there was the looming fear that she would not accept him. He knew that the problem of being best friends and a secret admirer was that she may ditch in both ways if you confess. Although he was yearning for her love in return, he didn’t want to lose his friend.

When they broke off from the crowd that was observing the lower grounds filled with llamas, and when she finally reached a higher cliff, and when she let out a joy of excitement. Seungyoon didn’t notice any of these except for when she shouted “KANG SEUNG YOONIE! WHY AREN’T YOU TALKING?”

He had ignored these things because he was busy observing her face filled with child-like joy. She was in oblivion and so was he. He looked at the way her eyes widened while her cheeks flattened. Then they rose up and connected with the then crescent shaped eyes as she laughed. All in slow motion. It was Seung Yoon’s movie.

He came back into reality when she shouted his name.

“Mwoyah? Uh- Er- Sh- Should we even be here?” he said, trying to compromise into the situation.

“Hey, you’ve questioned stuff like this. What’s gotten into you?” she said, knocking his head playfully.

Seung Yoon’s stomach turned into a knot. He knew what got into him. Hye Ri’s love.

“Aah, molla, Hye Ri,” he said, rubbing the back of his head while fighting back tears that threatened to fall. Would he never confess? This was their last year at school. Would he have to keep three years of love concealed within himself for the rest of his life?

“What do you want to do?” he asked.

“Hmm,” she thought, looking up into the sky. Aah, kyeopta! Seung Yoon thought as he smiled.

“Why don’t you shout into the sky. It’ll echo, right?” she said, excited.

“Why should I? You go first,” he replied.

This continued with a series of Nos and wae iren?s, until Hye Ri caught Seung Yoon by the shoulder and shook him gently. Her hands remained fixed as she turned him around to face the open sky.

Seung Yoon gulped, realizing that Hye Ri was not going to let him go. He opened his mouth wide and what he said was something that surprised both of them.

SONG HYERI ah! ILOVE YOU! I’VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU, BUT SCARED TO TELL YOU. SO HERE! YOU SAEKKI, I LOVE YOU TO THE CORE OF THE EARTH! So, jebal, jinjja joah. Jebal, love me back,” he shouted, then trailed off as he broke down. All the while, he could feel Hye Ri’s grip loosen, and he knew what her expression was. He was sure she was backing away, ready to leave him there, disgusted.

Unlike what Seung Yoon thought was going on in Hye Ri’s mind, she was absolutely delighted to hear that her best friend loved her back. She truly felt free and was at the peak of the energy that she got from running around with him. Inside, she was burning with love, but outside, she felt soft and heated.

She gently brought him to stand and turned him around, looking up and facing his eyes.

She held his hand and smiled.

“Pabogatteun Kang Seung Yoon, nado neoreul saranghae,” she whispered.

And then they kissed, set to the clear sky and lush greenery of the cliff.

[Pabo gatteun Kang Seung Yoon, Nado neoreul saranghae

Geurigo, Kiss-euhaesseo]

[Stupid Kang Seung Yoon, I love you too

And then, you kissed me]