Asexuals can live happily.
Aromantics can live happily.
Asexuals ARENT always lonely
Aromantics ARENT always lonely
Asexuals need to be respected
Aromantics need to be respected
Do not pester them with annoying questions
They are people too.
Salute! I’m private first class soldier Lee Hyukjae! Seemed like it has been a really really long time, have you all been well? How long has it been since I wrote a letter… well I feel a bit sorry! Even though I have several excuses, I shall not write them all. Because everyone will not think that even though I have free time left but I’m not writing letter to you guys~ right? Our relationship is not even those shallow relationships where we only knew each other for 1-2 years and grew apart if I have no news like this right!!! Anyway, well.. I feel sorry. What have you been doing these days? Has our rubbers shoes bodies’ hair grew a little? Wasn’t everyone shocked too? That short hair suited you guys well? If you go around here and there with your shaved head, isn’t the girl crush feel of no joke? I feel that you guys are very lovely like that!! When you talk about ELF,as expected, it’s a girl crush!!! There were times that you were violent and fought well last time and I felt scared but now, you guys feels reassuring. ELF Hooray, The weather has become warmer these days and it’s a pretty good weather to go out and play so have you been going in vacation well? Did you eat lots of delicious food too? It’s the events season now so I’ve been participating in a lot of events and naturally I got the chance to meet everyone so I fell good and happy! Didn’t we meet in Jinhae after a long time? Thank you very much once again to the fans who came from afar!! And I had my birthday too and you guys gave me lots of wishes and sent lots of presents to the unit~ I’ve received all of them well with the gratitude! Luckily I spent my birthday happily and not being lonely! After being in the army. I had many thoughts about this and that and I felt a lot again while watching Infinite Challenge these days. No matter what, I was in the generation where I watched Sechskies sunbaes and grew my dream so there where parts that are simple and touching but watching them performed. I felt once again that because there are people who like us and support us or people who liked us and supported us, that we were able to promote for this long. Also i feel grateful once again to the members who are working hard with activities at each location as Super Junior right now in order to holds the team together. I hope that we will make lots of prettier greater memories from now on!! I have a lot more to say but I will let you listen to it on stage next time!!
Our Aesonggie Hyung has finally released a solo album not too long ago!! Personally I felt that it was really a pity that it wasn’t a popping dance song that he would have done well in but as its an album that he worked hard to make so please listen to it a lot and give him lots of support too~ but it will be a big problem if Aesonggie Hyung says ‘open the door’ and left while the door was left open. If you are going out, please definitely lock your doors well and leave. Now!! it’s May everyone~ you know its the Family month right? Even though everyone knows but be more filial to your parents and spend lots and lots of good time to your family too~ you’ll be running around outside anyway.. It makes mo difference^^ And take a good care of your health and please don’t fall sick! I was a little sick a while ago and if you are sick, you will have a hard time. Don’t fall sick everyone~!! I will write a letter soon~ I always miss my rubber shoes!! I love you♥ Salute!!
2016.04.30 Private first class soldier Lee Hyukjae (c)
Previous installment: Honeymoon[Jamie and Claire watch the sunrise together the morning after their second wedding]
By the Seaside
There we are, wee one. Down we go, Jamie said to his daughter in slow, distinct Gaelic. He knelt slightly—keeping one arm under her bum and the other wrapped tight around her middle—so she could splash her legs in the cool surf as he described their surroundings in his native language. She would need to learn, herself, so best to let her hear it spoken regularly while she was still small. She seemed to like the sound of the unfamiliar words and spoke animatedly back in a language equally unintelligible to him.
Switching back to English, he craned his neck to better see her flushed face. “Does the water feel nice on your toes, mo chridhe?”
In response, she squealed a delighted string of syllables in which he thought he caught aye, toesies, and hertlfnou.
It was only midmorning but already hot as hell, the July sun beating down bright and clear, sparkling off the water. The beach was already alive, as well, dotted with merrymakers spread out on towels, reading under great parasols, or splashing about in the water as he and the lass were, though none of them were close enough to examine carefully. Claire and Mrs. Byrd were nowhere to be seen, as yet, apparently still putting the finishing touches on the picnic lunch. They’d asked (both rather desperately) if he might take the lass to the shore in the meantime to give them a moment’s peace,for God’s sake.
“A wee terror, ye are, and no mistake, Brianna,” he told her with a wide smile. He supposed she couldn’t really be expected to be otherwise, given her parentage. He himself had been a right devil as a boy, to be sure, and he couldn’t fathom that wee Claire Beauchamp had been anything close to a docile child either. Brianna had calmed, though, as soon as she’d clapped eyes on the water, seemingly enraptured just to be in its presence, and they played happily in the surf.
Jamie felt just that wee bit foolish in the short, green breeks that Claire had given him. The fabric was like nothing he’d ever felt before, unless it were snake scales or some other unnervingly cool, slippery thing. In his time, bathing for pleasure was enjoyed by many, but no special clothing existed for the purpose, at least not in Scotland, where stripping to the skin and plunging into river and loch was a simple part of life, be it for pleasure or to bathe. Here and now, though, being seen in public in the nude simply wasn’t done. Aye, well, and if the price for safety and plenty and family is that I must keep my privates private at all times, so be it, and gladly! Jamie thought.
Brianna’s own swimming costume was of the same slick material, but in a bright blue with white spots, a kind of short frock that stopped just below the hips with a watching wee hat to shade her face. It was quite a gaudy ensemble, but—to borrow one of Mrs. Byrd’s favorite terms—exceedingly cute.
“Come on, then, wee bluebird,” Jamie said, straightening and walking them several yards back toward to the beach. He sat down in the shallows, the lass perched on his outstretched legs. It was oddly delightful, feeling the sand recede beneath him as the tide pulled outward, as if to root him into the very ground. “Alright, Bree, here comes the water,” he said dramatically, seeing the corresponding wavelet approaching. “Ready?”
She cackled like a wee fiend as it struck her in the belly. “Um’ginn!!!” she shrieked, looking up at him expectantly.
“Oh, I think Da can arrange that,” he said, raising his eyebrows. The next wave broke against her just as she turned forward, making her erupt with shrieks of equal shock and joy.
He laughed along with her, infected by her unhindered delight, and—ridiculous as it was—unspeakably moved that she thought him able to control the tides for her. He would do it, were he able, and far more, for her sake.
“D’ye ken how much I love you, my Brianna?” he asked softly, treasuring the weight of her in his arms.
“NO!” she piped automatically, her usual answer whenever a question was asked, the sweet, contrary thing.
“I love you…more than my own life.”
Jamie couldn’t help but laugh at her flippancy. He kissed her temple, then allowed her to slide off his lap. The water came halfway up her chubby, little legs, and she crouched to smack the surface of the water with both hands. She giggled and jumped up and down and turned to face him. “Sim SIM sim!”
“Aye,’ he said, grinning fondly, “you’re swimming verra well indeed, a leannan.”
She grinned, clapped her hands, babbled something, and turned to resume her swimming.
Jamie leaned back on his hands, watching her. How could it possibly have been less than a week since he’d met her? Naught but a few days since the first time he’d held her in his arms? He had loved her for far longer, of course; since she was no more than a speculation amid the turmoil of war; the thought that Claire’s breasts were just that bit swollen; the knowledge that yet another missed day had passed in her courses. He’d loved this child through pain and fever; cold and loneliness; the mere fact—hope—that somewhere, in some time she existed, had been enough. Or…at least it had been infinitely better than the agony of her loss.
He hadn’t known, of course, that she was she. Then, she had been Brian, the wee lad that had comforted his lonely hours, happily playing in his thoughts and dreams; the son that—as he grew—would be a balm for Claire, the two of them watching over one another, since Jamie himself could not. And yet, somehow in his mind, there was no distinction between that child and this. Brian was Brianna, and she was he. His child. Claire’s child. That child.
A shrill cry of fear brought him jarringly back to his senses and the world shifted into terror as Jamie realized that Brianna was too far from him, nearly twenty paces out, and a swell as high as his navel about to crash overtop her.
His limbs seemed to go to liquid even as he tried to rise, and his horror was absolute as she fell backward and was sucked under before his eyes into the dark water.
It might have only taken a few seconds…but it seemed hours.
Hours of panic.
Days of desperate struggle.
Staggering, groping blindly in the roiling, dark water.
….and then his hand closed around a foot and he had her, pulled her up out of the water. Her hat was gone and her eyes were closed, mouth open and sagging. He turned her over his arm and pounded her back hard, but she made not a move or a sound.
Mary, Michael, and Bride hear us
She suddenly coughed and shuddered in his arms and Jamie gasped deep along with her. “Breathe in, a chuisle, breathe, aye that’s it,” he managed to say, though he could barely breathe himself.
She was twitching, taking in shallow, sporadic gulps of air. The wracked sound tore his guts out. “Bree, say something!” he begged. He kept pounding her back, watching in helpless terror as her face turned redder and redder, she unable to speak or get s deep breath. “Dog? Book? Christ, lass, say—say something?—say something for Da, please?”
Then a huge cough, a long breath and a weak, “Da, peas.”
Jamie closed his eyes and sobbed out a prayer of thanks as he brought her upright against his chest, rubbing her back with shaking hand. She seemed merely dazed, coughing and rubbing her eyes. Seeing his face, though, contorted with emotion and relief, the lass started to cry.
“No, no, you’re alright, sweetheart, just…just fine.” He clutched her fiercely to his shoulder, shaking. He didn’t want her to see him cry.
It was safer, here, but not safe.
He could feel the current strong against his legs, the one that had tried to pull her out to sea.
He felt the thoughts reorient in his mind, clicking into place.
You’ve gotten slow.
You’ve gotten lazy.
You must still be vigilant to keep them safe.
Anything could take them from you. Anything.
You must keep them safe, James Fraser.
“And what in GOD’s name do ye think you’re wearing??”
He’d thought that the wee, flimsy frock Claire had sported in the hotel room was her bathing costume, and he’d had to grit his teeth to keep from saying anything about the scandalous look of that. But when she and Mrs. Byrd at long last appeared (the latter scooping up Bree at once and heading for the tidal pools, tutting over the loss of Bree’s hat to a rogue gull), Claire had laid down her towel, knelt, and whipped the dress right up over her head—nearly giving him an apoplexy—to reveal the far more startling garment underneath. Garments, that is, with a strip of flesh showing between navel and breasts, the snow-white fabric clinging to every inch and curve and cranny of her so that from a distance, she appeared to be….
He hadn’t meant to bellow so loudly or so violently at her. The look of shock and—oh, Christ—fear on her face sent a stab through him, the urge to apologize, but anger welled up at once and obliterated any such instinct. He snatched a towel and threw it forcefully around her shoulders.
Anger flashed hot across her own face and she threw off the towel at once with a fearsome, “Not bloody likely!”
Jamie stood staring down at her, seething.
She seethed right back, steel in her voice and a dangerous glint in her eye. “Sit. Down.”
He sat. Not at once. But he sat, fists clenched.
They sat in silence for over a minute.
She was holding a wide-brimmed hat and was slowly, absently moving her hands around the brim like a Van steering wheel. When she spoke, it was clear she was choosing her words very carefully. “People dress differently, now, Jamie—”
He glared at her, jaw clenched. “Ye think I dinna ken that?”
“—and this,” she said, still patient and measured, indicating her attire (lack of it), “is not considered at all inappropriate.”
“Not considered—?” He swore violently in Gaelic. “Claire, I can see your nipples and the crack of your arse and every damn part of ye! How is that not—?” He scoffed in frustration. “God, would ye please just cover yourself? Damn you, woman!”
She gritted her teeth, hard, tilting her head slightly but still not looking directly at him. “I understand this is difficult for you, but—”
“Oh, ye do, do ye?”
“Yes, I bloody do,” she snapped, loudly, throwing down the hat and shifting to face him. “I know it isn’t as if you can flip a switch and suddenly know, let alone accept all the ways things are done, now.” She threw up her hands. “But I was born in this generation, Jamie, and I think I ought to know better than you how to conduct myself within it!”
“So in yourgeneration, it’s appropriate to make every man that lays eyes on ye wish to—?” He broke off with a sound of disgust.
God, he wanted her so badly he’d contemplated having her right there on the sand, and red-hot fury burned in him at the thought of every other man in sight thinking of doing the same.
“Jamie?” she said flatly, interrupting his internal furor.
“Yes, wife?” he sneered.
That was a mistake. Her eyes flashed dangerously and he thought for a moment that she would go for his throat. But she gritted her teeth once more and spoke slowly with an approximation of calm. “What I think I heard you imply is that back when I was habitually packaged in layers of wool and petticoats from head to toe, you—and any other men you’d care to mention—felt no lustful thoughts toward me because my limbs were properly covered up. Is that right?”
“Is. that. right?” she repeated, staring him down and clipping each word dangerously.
“Ye ken fine that it isna so,” he muttered.
“Well, then,” she said brightly, eyebrows raised in defiance, “can we agree that my clothing choices have no effect whatsoever on whether or not men lust after me?”
Damnable mule of a woman.
“But that doesna mean ye must go prancing about encouraging them to—”
Suddenly, the whispers hit him in the back of the head like poisoned darts.
“—Like he went through a meat grinder—”
“—Going about like that in public—”
Jamie felt the blood drain instantly from his face.
Claire glared over her shoulder at the two women who had been passing behind them. They were startled to realize they’d been overheard. They mumbled mortified apologies and sped quickly on their way down the beach.
Jamie reached numbly for his shirt, his wame clenched tight with shame.
“Don’t you even think about it,” Claire said sharply, snatching it away before he could pick it up.
“The scars didna even cross my mind, this morning,” he said, embarrassed shame rippling through him and making him lower his eyes. “They havena, in fact, since I found you and Bree….You should have told me that I ought to keep them hidden, Claire. I’d have listened.”
“No, I shouldn’t have.” She took his hand and squeezed hard, speaking intently and trying to get him to meet her eye. “People are always going to be nasty and inconsiderate and just plain stupid, but it isn’t your job to dress to their small-minded failings and sensitivities…just like it isn’t mine.”
Well, that was him neatly and properly trussed, was it not?
But, Christ…you dinna understand, mo ghraidh.
He’d promised her on the floor of the sitting room that he would be a good man and he had tried very hard to make a good start of it. He’d faced things that alarmed him and pushed onward each day, doing as best he might to learn, to adapt for the sake of Brianna and Claire. He’d sworn to himself to be a proper husband…
…but how could the world have changed so drastically that it was now wrong of him to protect his wife’s virtue from those that would do her harm?
“I only want ye to be safe, Sassenach. You and the wean.” He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed, speaking low. “Were something to….If ever any danger were to…”
I should never be able to forgive myself. Never.
“I wasn’t altogether happy, but I did manage most of my life here without you, you know. Oh, blast, that isn’t what I—” Seeing the look on his face, she winced and made a gah sound of regret and frustration, scrubbing her hands over her face. She breathed heavily for a moment and then looked up at him. “I only need you to trust my experience, Jamie. I need you to trust me when I promise you that a bikini is not going to put me in danger.”
He could hear the strain and desperation in her voice, the need to be heard and believed. He softened and reached for her hand. “I do trust you, Claire.”
She gave a small sound of relief and moved closer to him to wrap her arms around his waist. He held her tight in return and closed his eyes.
Just let me take care of you.
Let me protect you.
Please, just…need me, Claire,
“I know you’ll always keep me safe, Jamie,” came her voice against his chest. Quiet. Sincere. “The dangers are less common, now…but I know.”
He leaned down and kissed her slowly. Thanks. Apology. And promise.
When she broke away, her eyes were sparkling. “Puisque tu m’aimes.” [Because you love me]
“Aye, always that,” he said, sighing a little as he released her. He looked out across the beach and gave a dry smile in the direction of the gossiping women in the distance. “Did ye plan that little encounter yourself, then?”
She grinned. “No, but it worked out rather well, didn’t it?”
“Like a proper wee pantomime.”
She continued smiling as she turned back to her collection of basket and bags, unpacking the astonishing array of paraphernalia that was apparently needed for the occasion of sitting by the water.
He watched her intently, taking her in, finally saying, “You do look verra bonny in the wee Biquini, Sassenach.”
She truly did. It showed her figure to astoundingly good advantage and the white fabric made her cream-fair skin look positively bronzed in a very novel but undoubtedly becoming way.
She blushed and beamed, smoothing the fabric at her hips. “I was feeling rather nervous about putting on a bathing suit at all.”
“Why should ye be nervous?”
She made a vague gesture toward her person, pulling Plastic pitcher and cups from the basket. “Oh, the various ravages of pregnancy, you know. I’m not exactly Rita Hayworth, these days.”
“I dinna ken who Mrs. Hayworth is, but I can tell ye for certain that she canna hold a candle to my wife.”
Claire raised her eyebrows. “She’s a voluptuous movie star generally considered by the public to be one of most sexually attractive women alive. Or she was during the war, at least.”
He didn’t have the faintest idea what a Movie Star was, but her meaning was clear and he snorted. “The general public hasna seen Claire Fraser.”
“You’re hopeless,” she said, trying not to smile but failing.
“Aye, and not a thing to be done about it,” he agreed, laughing as he poured out water for them both. Christ, it was hot.
She rifled in her bag yet again and came out with a brown bottle, holding it out to him. “Will you rub me down?”
He had just taken a swallow and promptly choked. “Beg pardon?”
She laughed and proffered it again. “Will you rub this lotion into my skin, I mean?”
Jamie stared at the bottle in his hand then looked up at her skeptically. “…Why?”
“It’s a special salve that prevents sunburn. Keeps the harmful rays from damaging the skin.”
“Oh, aye?” he said, fascinated. He tried reading the inscriptions on the bottle but it was naught but gibberish. SPF. Oxybenzone.
She knelt and rested back on her haunches expectantly. “I’ve got my legs and front taken care of, if you could just help with my back and shoulders and arms?”
She showed him how to squeeze the sides to dispense the stuff into his palm. He got on his knees behind her and gingerly began rubbing it into the backs of her arms. The potion stank in an unnatural way, but she was warm to the touch from the sun, and the greasy stuff slid across her contours in a very sensual fashion.
He cast his eyes from side to side, muttering, “Jesus, I feel a right lecher doing this to ye in public.”
“You’re not being lecherous, I promise,” she laughed. “There’s plenty of other people about doing the exact same thing!”
“Aye, but not everyone has their arse done up like a French cake and staring me in the face.”
She looked over her shoulder, her lips pursed and quivering. “If you stop staring at it, I daresay it’ll stop staring at you.”
He finished with her arms and began rubbing her shoulders. He couldn’t stop staring at it. The clinging of the fabric perfectly sculpted out the rounded shapes of…
Jamie put one hand on her hip as if to steady himself, the other now rubbing the strip of flesh at the small of her back as he leaned in just behind her ear. “D’ye ken what I’m thinking right now, Sassenach?”
She heard the tone of his voice, stiffened, and, despite the heat of the day, shivered. “What’s…what’s that?”
“I’m thinking…” He slid his hands around to the front of her body, massaging the tender, exposed skin of her abdomen, just below her breasts…then moving lower down. “…how much I should like to slip my hand down the front of this ridiculous thing…and give the passersby something properly shocking to talk about.”
He nudged a fingertip—only one—just barely—under the waistband.
 Private First Class Soldier Lee Hyukjae’s 9th letter ♡♡
Our E.L.F that I love
Salute! I am private first class soldier Lee Hyukjae! Seemed like it has been a really, really long time. Have you all been well? How long has it been since I wrote a letter… well I feel a bit sorry! Even though I have several excuses. I shall not write them all ,because everyone will not think that even though I have free time left but I am not writing a letter to you guys~ right? Our relationship is not even those shallow relationships where we only knew each other for 1~2 years and grow apart if I had no news like this right !!! Anyway, well, I feel sorry.
What have you been doing these days? Has our rubber shoe baldies’ hair grew a little? Wasn’t everyone shocked too? That short hair suited you guys so well? If you go around here and there with your shaved heads, isn’t the girl crush feel of no joke? I feel that you guys are really lovely like that!! When you talk about ELF, as expected, it’s girl crush !!! There were times when you guys were violent and fought well last time and I felt scared but now, you guys feel reassuring. ELF hooray.
The weather has became warmer these days and it’s a pretty good weather to go out and play so have you been going for vacations well? Did you eat lots of delicious food too? It’s the events season now so I’ve been participating in lots of events and naturally, I got the chance to meet everyone so I feel good and happy! Didn’t we meet at Jinhae after a long time that time? Thank you very much once again to the fans who came from afar !! And I had my birthday too and you guys gave me lots of wishes and sent lots of presents to the unit~ I’ve received all of them well with gratitude! Luckily, I spent my birthday happily and not being lonely !! After being in the army, I had many thoughts about this and that and I felt a lot again while watching Infinite Challenge these days. No matter what, I was in the generation where I watched Sechskies sunbaes and grew my dream so there were parts that were simple and touching but watching the way they performed, I felt once again that because there are people who like us and support us, or people who liked us and supported us, that we were able to promote for this long. Also, I also feel grateful once again to the members who are working hard with activities at each location as Super Junior right now in order to hold the team together. I hope that we will make lots of prettier and greater memories from now on !! I have a lot more to say but I will let you listen to it on stage next time !!
Our Aesonggie - hyung has finally released his solo album not too long ago !!! Personally, I felt that it was really a pity that it wasn’t a popping dance song that he would have done well in but as it’s an album that he worked hard to make so please listen to it a lot and give him lots of support too~ But it will be a big problem if Aesonggie hyung says “ open the door ” and left while the door was left open. If you are going out, please definitely lock your door well and leave.
Now!! It’s May everyone~ you know it’s the Family Month right? Even though everyone knows but be even more filial to your parents this month and spend lots and lots of good time with your family too~ you’ll be running around alone outside anyway… It makes no difference ^^ and take good care of your health and please don’t fall sick! I was a little sick a while ago and if you are sick, you’ll have a hard time. Don’t fall sick everyone~!!
I’ll write a letter again soon~ I always miss my rubber shoes. I love you ♡ salute!!
Private First Class Soldier Lee Hyukjae.