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!

I Learnt it From Tao and Chen (4)

“Aigoo, I’m so excited!” Chanyeol squealed, dragging Yeongri along with him and pulling her through the security at the entrance. He was taking Yeongri with him to the SM Entertainment complex, for something like a day off, at work.

“I am too, baby,” she replied, happily complying with his excessive tugs.

Chanyeol assured her he wasn’t going to work too much. As much as she enjoyed watching him sing and dance, she didn’t like seeing him overworking himself. And Chanyeol was bound to do that to impress her. Moreover, she had gone over with him as a sort of date, so she naturally wanted more of him, and not his work.

“Annyeong!” they greeted, as theystepped into the building. Yeongri expected it to be quite empty and serene, but it was swarming with people. Aside from the kpop idols, there were a lot of others, especially trainees. And there wasn’t one person who didn’t stop by and greet Chanyeol.

“OK, so I have to work, but I promise we’ll have fun as well,” he mumbled, going through the elevator.

“Chanyeol, is that your little sister? She’s so cute!” asked BoA, as she walked in next to us.

Chanyeol widened his eyes beofre glancing at Yeongri, who was uncomfortably trying to hide behind him.

“What’s your name? He never told me about you! Is he a good oppa?” she continued asking, oblivious of the awkwardness.

Chanyeol put his large hand over Yeongri’s back and brought her forward. “Ne, she’s my dongsaengi!” he chirped, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Her name’s Yeongri. She’s a bit shy.”

Yeongri stared at Chanyeol, confused and outraged. She opened her mouth to speak, but the elevator stopped, making them part ways with BoA.

“Yah! How can I be your dongsaeng! You little…”she trailed off after hitting Chanyeol as they walked into the studio.

“You little? What? Are you going to swear?”he replied, hugging her. He pushed his face into the crook of her neck and said,” I’m just playing. Sorry.”

“Well, you better tell her that I’m your girlfriend the next time you see her,” she said, placing herself down on the floor.

After a few minutes, the rest of the EXO members filed into the studio.

“Yah, Chanyeol! You never told us you had a younger sister!” said Chen, without looking at Yeongri.

Chanyeol chuckled and pointed at Yeongri.

“Incest?” he replied, to which everyone laughed.

“Aah oppa! I’m his girlfriend. Channie was a meanie and told BoA unnie that I was his sister,” she said, pouting.

“Chanyeol’s like that,” they replied.

They were set to record a new song after a few minutes.

Chen eyed Yeongri as Chanyeol and himselfwalked in and turned on the mic.

Chen proceeded to sing the opening music of ‘Sweet Transvestite’, before Chanyeol sang:

” Don’t get strung out

By the way I act

Don’t judge a book by its cover

I’m not much of a man by the light of the day

But by night I’m one hell of a lover

I am your sweet loving oppa

From Hongdae, South Korea

I am your sweet loving oppa

I’m just making fun, don’t get mad ”

Yeongri clapped as Chanyeol happily pranced around the studio.

“Are you mad now?” he asked, holding her hand.

“I’ll think about it,” she replied, smiling.

They then proceeded to record the sing. Yeongri was immensely proud of he boyfriend- he was so talented. His voice shone out as they all sang together.

“Did you like it?” he asked, once they finished.

“Yeah! Why don’t sing in all the songs?” she asked. “You sound so good.”

Chanyeol shrugged and accepted her small kiss on his cheek. He then pulled her up and shouted to the rest of the members. “I’m going to the gym!”

“The gym? Yah, that’s no fun!” Yeongri whispered raspily as Chanyeol pulled towards the next room.

“I promise, it will be,” he replied, with a small snicker.

Chanyeol always snickered when he had a surprise, or an idea. They type of idea he knew was too ingenius- one that he could not let go of. AndChanyeol was normally very perssitent, so snickering meant Yeongri was in for something.

“First let’s do push ups,” he said, locking the door behind him.

“Channie, why did you lock the door?”

“So that I don’t get interrupted,” he said, pushing her down flat on her back.

He slammed his palms on either side of her. Carefully, he lowered himself down, just enough to lightly touch her lips.

Yeongri giggled as she watched him continue to exercise on top of her, his face contented but concentrating hard.

Until he started to move down.

He watched her gasp as he quickly moved onto her collarbone and descended, before he abruptly stopped just before her chest. He could feel her heart thumping crazy, and reveled in the conspicuous pain she was in as he stood up. She obviously wanted more. Yeongri was like that. She never wanted it- but if Chanyeol coaxed her into it, she would never let go.

Chanyeol ran his hands thorugh his wet hair.

“How did you even get that sweaty? You didn’t do anything,” she asked, pouting.

“Really, Yeongri? I didn’t do anything? ” he asked, swooping in next to her. “Then why are you so wet?”

Yeongri blushed. “You make everything sound perverted.”

“I mean it in a perverted way. I know you’re wet. And that’s pathetic, because I haven’t even started.”

Yeongri was slightly surprised. Chanyeol called her pathetic? He sure changes once it gets hot. She was about to comment back when she looked up to see him slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Wh- what are you doing? Chanyeol, this is your workplace, not our house!”

“Yeongri, I’m just taking it off because I’m so sweaty,” he saidgetting back to her.

“Oh, OK.”

Chanyeol whisperd into her ear, “I know you only like it when you get me sweaty.”

Yeongri mind was hazy. “Yah, shut up!” she shouted, hitting him hard.

“Ow, Yeongri! I was just kidding. I’m not that needy!” he replied laughing. “I still have to finish exercising anyways.”

“Whatever,” she said, after a few minutes, waving it off. “What are you going to do now?”

“Sit ups. Mind helping me?” he said, lying down on his back this time.

“OK,” she replied, gravitating towards him. She knew he was going to do something or the other to make it fun for himself, but she wanted to get over it fast.

And of course, he did. As Yeongri knelt over, holding his feet in place, he forcefully crashed into her lips. They repeated the exercise a few times before Chanyeol called it a day. He pulled her down with him as he lay on his back.

“You want to go to the coffee shop?” he asked, smiling as she rested her head on his.

“This was the most distorted date ever,” she replied, looking up. “But OK.”

“Who taught you this?” she said, as he helped her up.

“Chen told me to sing that song earlier when you were mad. And Tao taught me the push ups-sit ups technique. You’re turned on, right? I know you are,” he said, a smirk tugging on his lips.

And Yeongri smiled as she crossed her hand with Chanyeol’s, because she already knew that.


So, an update after all these months! I hope you like it- but as Yeongri said, it became so distorted. I had planned a basketball scene, and this weirdo thing that I thought of when they heatedly take each other’s shoes off under a table, but nothing really fit in. Enjoy! There will be another 2 chapters for the story to be complete.


Aigoo, I had so many people looking over to see what I was writing while doing this! Sorry for it being late!!

“Annyeong Haseyo, Jinki-ssi,” Minhee said, after greeting his parents.

For a few moments, both of them stared blankly into each other’s eyes, until his parents nudged him.

“Ne, annyeong haseyo, “Jinki said.

He felt like he was going through puberty all over again. Not only did his voice awkwardly go to a higher pitch, but Minhee was much more beautiful in reality that in his dreams; he felt like a pimple-ridden, sweat covered teenager standing next to her. He could never match her appearance.

Minhee’s family was welcomed and made to sit. After hours of talking, Jinki got permission to talk with Minhee in private.

When Jinki asked for a one-on-one, Minhee could not help but blush. Uncontrollably.

As he led her to his room, she couldn’t but notice his perfect physique and facial features.

His face was strategically built: his eyes were shining at all times (just how she liked them), his cheeks were full, but didn’t puff out (just how she liked them), his nose was a perfect, soft, triangle, making his side profile amazing (just how she liked it), and his lips were of the right size and shade of pink. She would never match his appearance.

And when he smiled, asking her to sit down, her stomach churned. He was so cute.

“Uh, so, do you like me?” he asked, looking down.

Mentally, he slapped himself a few times. How can you just ask that, dude? Play it cool, he thought to himself.

To Jinki’s surprise, Minhee slowly nodded. He was unable to control his smile.

“But, do you really want to get married?” he blurted. Jinki was in a mess. He wasn’t able to create small chat, but he knew getting to the point would be unimpressive, he could not control the pitch of his voice, and his smile was totally out of the context.

Minhee went cold. Does he not like me then?, she thought?

She looked at him, as if to ask if he was serious. She could see that he wasn’t playing. So she replied, “Look. I don’t want to get married. Or, I didn’t. But my family is everything. I have to oblige to whatever they say. Moreover, I’m not in a relationship with anyone. So I don’t mind marrying you, or anyone else.”

And right when she finished, they heard Jinki’s mom calling for them from downstairs.

“Minhee, your parents are leaving! Or do you want five more minutes?” she shouted, leaving both Jinki and Minhee in embarrassment; his mom sounded like they were on a play date or something.

“A-Anieyo, we’re coming!” the both shouted back, and ran down the stairs.

Once they reached the hall, Jinki’s mom outstretched her hand to Minhee and smiled warmly.

“I hope you’re happy, Minhee. We’ll treat you well.”


“Yah, you’re still going on the date?”

Jinki’s mom looked at him styling his hair in the mirror, with utmost distaste.

After Jinki came to know that he was to get married to Minhee, he bombarded his mom with a slew of pleas, all while whining like a toddler.

“Eomma, I don’t want to do it,” he said, hoisting himself onto the kitchen counter as his mom cooked dinner.

“Jinki,” she said, dropping her work and turning around. “If you want to, go and find a date or something. See if you like her. If you don’t, then you will marry Minhee.”

“Jinjja? You’re really allowing me to do that?” he asked, jumping up, getting ready to call his friend, Jonghyun.

“Yes. But it has to be tomorrow. You can’t go after; you can’t go before.”

“Eo, ne, ne. Kamsahabnida!” he exclaimed, before running off to his room to call Jonghyun.

“Yah, bbo-bbo!” she shouted after him, to which Jinki made a gruesome kissing noise.

On the phone, Jonghyun disgustedly asked, ” What was that sound?”

“Nothing, nothing. OK, Jongyeon, I have something important for you to do,” he said, eager to get to the point.

“Why should I help you? You’re always calling me Jongyeon. And you never accept the dates I set up for you,” he said, lazily.

“That’s exactly what I need. Set me up for a date.” he replied excitedly.

“Really? For when?,” he asked, happily.

“For tomorrow evening. She has to look good, OK?”

“Col! I already have this girl; I’ll talk to her and set you two up. Yah, I’m so happy you’ve found you’re mind!” Jonghyun replied.

“Yah, Jongyeonah. One more favour. Call me hyung,” Jinki added, bouncing onto his bed.

“Then stop calling me Jongyeon.”



“We’re still on the deal, right?” he replied. “Only if I don’t like her can you make me marry Minhee.”

Jinki picked up his wallet and emptied out all the money. He then stuffed them into his pocket and threw the wallet onto his desk.

“I don’t know. Have a good time,” she said, following him to the front door.

“Bye!” he said before she closed the door, flashing his wealthy smile.

He walked through the streets, filled with slush from the snow that hundreds of dates walked on, as he made his way to the restaurant.

“Lee Song Byul,” he mumbled, before he consulted the receptionist.

He sat down after being shown to the table Jonghyun reserved them, and once again mumbled his date’s name.

“Lee Song Byul.”

“Oh, you’re Lee Jinki?” asked a fairly husky voice next to him.

He looked up to see a fairly tall, curvaceous woman, looking down at him, smirking.

“Ah, yes. You’re Lee Song Byul?” he replied, standing up.

She pushed him back down and sauntered over to her chair before answering, “You can call me whatever you want.”

“M- Mwoh?”

“I said, you can call me whatever you want,” she repeated, slowly, adding in a wink.

Jinki looked away. Is this how all dates are? he thought.

“Um, ne. Do you want to order anything?” he asked, motioning for the waiter.

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

“Ne,” he said again, and looked to the waiter. “I -gwon pizza?”

The waiter noted it down and walked off, leaving Jinki in an awkward situation with his date. He could feel her staring at him the whole time, throughout which they didn’t talk. He just kept staring at the floor. Yah, Jongyeon. Gu imma! What kind of date did you set me up for?

Suddenly he felt a large hand settle over his shoulder. He was pretty sure it wasn’t Song Byul’s.

He looked up to see a burly man, looking blankly at him. Or he thought so, until the man punched him.

“Yah, who are you?” he exclaimed, catching the rest of the restaurant’s attention.

“Who are you? And what are you doing with her?” the man replied, lifting him with the front of his shirt.

He pushed Jinki outside, constantly hitting him.

He could faintly hear song Byul’s fake shouts, telling her current boyfriend to stop hitting Jinki. She was two timing the man, who he came to know as Hyuk Jin through her shouts.

He pulled Jinki into a dingy alleyway, where he attacked him even more.

Jinki could feel his breathing becoming crooked. He stopped trying to defend himself; he couldn’t even tell him to go away.

Jinki never realised when the other two left, leaving him in critical condition in the middle of the night.

He dozed, because that was the only thing his body could do.


Minhee’s head kept replaying Jinki’s words.

“Do you really want to get married?”

Each time she thought of it, he stomach rolled over.

“Did you like him?” she heard her parents ask, as they settled into the sofa near her.

She saw her brother look down at her as well, waiting for an answer.

“I hate it,” whispered, standing up. The novel wasn’t on her mind.

“Mwoh?” her family replied, standing as well.

“I hate it, OK? He doesn’t like me. It’s not going to work out!”

“No matter what, you have to follow family tradition. All of our family members have done this! Why do you find it so hard to oblige? And why didn’t you tell us this before, when we informed you of it?”

“OK, firstly, even if I did tell you, you would have forced me into getting married anyways.”

“Then why bother to object now?”

Minhee found that point logical. She knew she had no way out. Why was she protesting? She even told Jinki that she had to follow the tradition. Indifferently, she went on with her defiance.

“Secondly, you said that every member does this. Then why doesn’t oppa? Isn’t he family as well?”

“Its because I’m adopted, Choi Minhee! No, I’m not part of the family. But you are, so stop making a fuss now and sit down! What did I teach you? You have to respect our family. They gave me so much. As my dongsaeng, I expect you to give it back along with me!”

Minhee was taken aback. She comprehended nothing after, “It’s because I’m adopted.”

Shading her face from her family’s view, she violently opened the front door and ran. She didn’t know where she was going to go to; she just ran.

After a few minutes, with her tears dried up and her mind calmed down, she encountered a dark alleyway.

Curious, she walked inside to find a crippled body.

She anxiously ran towards the person.

“I’ve seen you,” she mumbled, turning the person’s head.

Triangular nose…

“Lee Jinki!” she exclaimed, her heart stopping.

His breathing was severely irregular. His body was covered in bruises.

She had to help him fast.

Aigoo!! I wrote this even when I had so much homework to do! You better like it! (jk :P) ~<3

I Learnt it From Kris and Xiumin (2)

“Yeollie,” Yeongri said, sniffling. “Can you sit here with me?”

Chanyeol had keyed in the code to Yeongri’s apartment and came into to find Yeongri sitting on the sofa with a mound of blankets covering her. As worried as he was, he just slumped onto the rug and lay with his eyes closed.

“Wae? Uro?” Chanyeol asked hurriedly as he shot up and walked up to her.

Yeongri rubbed her eyes and replied groggily,” Ani. I’m sick,” and then pouted.

“What? Why are you sick? Do you have a cold?” Chanyeol asked grabbing her arm and sitting on the sofa. “Oh my God, Yeongie, you’re so hot! Why didn’t you call for me before? How in the world did you even get sick?”

Yeongri opened her eyes slowly and turned towards Chanyeol.

“You made me sick.”

“When?” Chanyeol said, quietly, rubbing his back.

“Yesterday. You didn’t let me out of the water. That why I told you not to! But you were just so obsessed with your sexy times! Damn sexy times!” she said, rubbing her face with her hands, rather violently.

“Yeong Ri, you’re acting like a pregnant lady. Why are you getting so mad?” Chanyeol asked, confusedly looking at his angry girlfriend.

“You might as well have made me!” she said and looked into Chanyeol’s eyes, followed by an awkward silence.

Yeong Ri flailed to the side and lay with a sullen face.

“I’m just sick Chanyeollie,” she whined as she fumbled with the blankets so that she was covered as she rested on his lap. “And it’s all because of you.”

With that, she turned to the other side of Chanyeol in an act of defiance.

“Oh, you’re sick, that’s right,” he said, not minding Yeong Ri ignoring him.

He easily lifted her up and placed her on the the dining table.

He made sure the blankets covered her completely and asked if she was comfortable to which she gave him a poker face.

Chanyeol shook the thermometer out of a small bag he found in the medicine cabinet and went back to the hall to check her temperature.

“Aah,” he said, to which Yeongri soullessly opened her mouth. Before Chanyeol could read the temperature, she shook the thermometer off.

“It hurts,” she whined, nodding her head.

“You never let me do it under your hands. What else can I do?” Chanyeol asked, washing off the thermometer.

Yeongri lifted her hand like she was being controlled by a puppet master, without replying to Chanyeol.

But like before, Yeongri pulled away before Chanyeol could read the temperature.

“It’s ticklish, Yeollie,” she said, giggling.

Chanyeol couldn’t help but laugh along with her. She was too cute. He set the thermometer on the table and tickled her lightly again, until they engaged in fight, where Yeong ri could feel her head spinning.

“Chanyeol, stop, stop,” she said, closing her eyes. The fever was just making it worse.

“I feel dizzy,”she said as Chanyeol pulled away from her.

She sighed into Chanyeol’s chest when she could feel herself getting back to normal.

“That hurt a lot,” she said to his shirt, as her boyfriend stood bewildered in her hug.

Coming back to his senses, he tilted her head to face him.

“You’re not going to let me use the thermometer, are you?” he asked, to which she cutely nodded.

“OK, let’s get you some rest,” he said, sighing, and lifting her up into his hands.

He easily walked to her room and gently placed her on the bed, wrapping yet another blanket on her.

“I’ll get you something to eat,” he said, after kissing her forehead lightly.

She rested her head on the headboard the bed as she waited for him to come back with food.

“Don’t put pepper into your eyes again, baby,” she warned him as he left the room.

Chanyeol laughed and replied with, “ne.”

Chanyeol naturally made chicken juk (eat your kimchi anyone?), and carefully took it to Yeong Ri’s room while it was still piping hot.

“I made juk, Yeong ri ah,” he said happily, impressed with his cooking.

He laid the bowl on his lap and started to feed Yeong Ri.

“Yah, put it on the desk!” she reprimanded, coming out of her blankets as she ate the juk.

“Ani, it’s not hot,” he said, waving her suggestion off. “Is it good? Uro?” he asked, looking up to see her crying again.

“Yeah, it’s really good,” she said, smiling at him. “No, it’s like, part of being sick, Channie,” she added, addressing his second question.

Once she finished the food, Chanyeol made, he lay next her on the bed and pulled her in for a hug.

“I’m sorry I got you sick,” he said, and kissed her before she could reply.

“You’re going to get sick,” she once she pulled away, distancing herself from him.

“Andwe,” he whined, pulling her closer than before. “I don’t care. We can be a sick couple! The new couple culture trend,” he said imaginatively, pecking her cheeks.

Yeong Ri did nothing but yawn, satisfied with Chanyeol’s creativity.

“I’ll sing for you,” he said, noticing her droopy eyes.

He then proceeded to sing every part he had in all the songs they had released till then, followed by a few requests from Yeong Ri.

Before she fell asleep, she asked Chanyeol, ” Who taught you all this?”

“I learnt from Kris hyung to take care of you when you were sick, and Xiumin hyung to sing for you when you wanted to sleep. And to make juk, ” he said matter-of-factually.

She smiled as she closed her eyes and cuddled closer to him, because she already knew that.