Diary,....

Characters


Lee Chan Hee, Lee Byung Hun


Description


Dear Diary,
I have a secret to tell you.


Foreword


I'm currently procrastinating/taking a break from studying.
I would be updating my first fan fiction - I'll stop loving you when Infinity ends but I've been having writers block.
On the other hand I decided to have a go at writing my first one shot using one of my favourite OTP's - Chunjoe.
Thank you to anyone who subscribes and comments, you don't know how much it means to me.

Dear Diary 19/05/12

by kokorowohiraite 

Tags   chunjoe   oneshot   teentop   byunghun   fluffy   chanhee   

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Everything in Italics is what Chunji has written in his diary, everything in normal font in Chunji's POV

Dear Diary,

I have a secret to tell you.

I rested my head on my hand staring out the window at the repulsive view, I cringed at the dark clouds that hung over my school and the sparse amount of delinquents jumping the fence, trickling in late. I sighed rolling my head to face the front of the classroom, the words that the teacher spoke simply floated in the air vanquishing on sight, I couldn't catch a word he was saying and I couldn't care less. Breaking the silence was the sound of someone jilting the door handle, before the door flew open.

There's someone who can turn my dreary days into captivating, memorable moments.

Lee Byung Hun walked in, a vacant expression was tattoed on his face as he mumbled an apology under his breath before seating himself at a table the row infront of me. My eyes unconsciously followed him. His movements were taut yet effortless, his tall and lean body exuded elegance with an equal amount of manliness. His uniform softly clung to him sticking to his body in all the right places, he had no need to alter his uniform, it was more as if his uniform adapted to him. He looked down softly flicking his fringe out of his small eyes when he was finally seated. He had an unnatural hair colour; a bright blond, yet it was befitting. His hair looked smooth and soft to the touch, I burned with desire to reach out my fingers and tenderly run them amidst his hair. I inspected his hair from the root to the very tips, his hair rested flawlessly on the top of his neck.

Someone who occupied my heart with an assortment of feelings that I can't express in words alone.

He leaned forward exposing the remainder of his neck, I felt a current run through my body as my eyes clung to the image of his bare skin. I slowly stroked the unadorned wooden table beneath me day-dreaming how his skin would feel against my trembling fingers. My eyes gradually lowered to his minute shoulders and arched back, I gazed in awe taking in the spectacle of his frail structure.

Someone I had never spoken to before. I only knew his name and his face. I wanted so much more though. I wanted to be close to him.

In the long run it seems like a dumb, pathetic habit to simply adore from a far. But in the haze of infatuation this simplicity is enough for me..Is it love, obsession, infatuation? I ultimately don't know. I think of a strange and beautiful word I once read, Limerance, a psychological term, meaning an obsessive love; a state where you are addicted to them like you would be to a drug. I was appauled by the new appetites growing within myself, kicking their feet, clawing to get out.

Lee Byung Hun.

My gaze was still gently settled on Byung Hun until he turned around. His head suddenly jerked in my direction to my disbelief. His eyes peirced into mine causing my entire body to immobilize, my mind to become void and my heart to pulsate. I directed my eyes down to confront the table as I felt my face scorch, radiating heat. The sound of the classroom dissolved as the sound of my own heart pounding inflitrated my ears. I attempted to calm myself as I pretended I was reading along with the textbook yet my face, fidgeting hands and rigid posture betrayed me. I internally kicked myself as my thoughts began flooding in once more, what if he knows?

I've fallen in love.

This was the only lesson I had with him. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or upset as time trickled past. His precense jilted me; I became unnesscarily self conscious and highly aware of him; it was embarrassing and awkward for me yet it triggered an onset of butterflies in my stomach. Horrible, isn't it? I felt vulnerable around him as if my chest and heart were open for the world to see. Byung Hun had, without knowing, gotten inside of me and messed me up. 

With someone who probably doesn't even know my name.

The bell suddenly went off interrupting me from my blissful yet troubling thoughts. I gathered all my books, lazily shoving them into my book bag. I quickly glanced up spotting Byung Hun rising from his chair and walking off, grabbing his already packed book bag off the floor. My feet were glued to the spot as I watched his back walking out of the classroom. My thoughts dropped away, like pebbles plopping one by one into water, sinking down, down into a dark oblivion. He was gone.

But it's okay. He'll never know anyway.

Everyone's comments were so inspiring, lovely and heart warming that I couldn't help but smile like an idiot reading them.

Thank you so much for subscribing and leaving your feedback in the comments, it really means the world to me.

After Teen Top released the teasers for "To You' 질투편 (Love is Fight)", I decided to write a very short one shot based on Chunji and L.Joe's teaser.

I wrote this drabble in a matter of minutes after watching this teaser.

In order to avoid confusion..

I REPEAT this one shot is pretty much the teaser in words from my perspective.

Here it is: Love Is Fight

Chunji POV

Byunghun leant against a table. His hair was a mess, falling upon his smooth forehead. His studded blazer abruptly came alive as he raised his arm to wipe his mouth with his thumb; his lips were cracked. A wound covered his right cheek, it stood out against his pale skin like a dark bruise on an apple. He made his way to me slowly, each step was taken carefully. He came too close for comfort raising his head in authority, looking down on me. His mouth hung open in exhaustion and disgust. His strong gaze pierced me, his eyes fixated on mine. I felt chills running down my back as fear took over my body. My stomach felt like it had been tied in a knot and my lungs were suffering from a lack of oxygen. I was scared.

L.Joe POV

I glared down at the smaller boy. His fringe was out of his face exposing his eyebrows which were knitted together in distress. A wound under his left eye made him appear rough and unnerving but his soft eyes betrayed this image. His eyes were pools of soft brown covered in a film of water; he was close to tears. He was frail. His eyes followed mine, an underlying tone of determination evident. I hardened my gaze shaking off my growing feelings but he didn't let up. His eyes pierced through my very soul filling me with guilt and care for the breakable figure that stood before me. We began to charge at one another, my fist clenched as his arm pulled back ready to throw a punch. I felt a wave of pain run through my body and the distortion of skin warp around my fist, we both made contact. Only one thought crossed my mind in our rage of blind fury. Mianhae.

Author:Sorry if this story not good,..i doing this when i so sleepy..hehhehee..