drabble dump: a pink, hello venus
rough - lime/yooyoung, pg, 78 words
... yeah, i was bored and posted this ~anonymous~ on unnirs earlier but whatever.
A moan caught at the back of Hyelim's throat as Yooyoung carded her fingers, in some sort of sick and calculated way, before reaching the tips and giving a firm pull.
Hyelim yelped. "What the hell was that for? I asked you to be rougher, not yank my hair out."
Yooyoung chuckled in response, "You thought that was rough," she paused, leaning backward slightly to shoot a wink at the other girl. "You have no idea what you're in for."
weary ghost - bomi/(chorong)/namjoo, g, 408 words
"The power of Christ compels you...," Bomi trailed off, clearing her throat. "The power of Christ compels YOU," her voice raised itself an octave, followed by another quick clearing of the throat. "The power of Christ... compels... you...," she repeated for a third time, deeping her tone before the cracking slap of skin against wood at her side drew her attention away from the task at hand.
"What in God's name are you doing?" Chorong questioned, eyebrows quirked and cheeks reddened from what Bomi assumed to be annoyance.
"Christ's name," Bomi flinched at the glare Chorong shot in her direction. "Namjoo's really set on nabbing that one role - the ghost cameo in that one show?"
"There's been, like, fifty different supernatural dramas this year, I can't keep up anymore. But, whatever, she wants the role, what does that have anything to do with you or with...," Chorong's nose scrunched in confusion. "... that."
"She told me she read somewhere that the other role in the script that'd be connected to the one she's trying out for requires a lot of chanting and trying to ward away demons," Bomi shrugged. "I guess the dude thinks that he's possessed because he's seeing ghosts and tries to exorcise himself."
Chorong laughed, not holding back a bit, the sound echoing around them. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in for- ..."
"It's not ridiculous!" A voice came out from the behind the couch they were seated at. Bomi and Chorong, turning slowly to face the top of the cushions behind their back, both paused to watch the shadow of the frame of their wannabe ghost raise itself slowly up the back of the couch until the top of her head was finally visible. "I'm..."
"I'm...," a clicking noise came from behind them and Chorong turned to look at Bomi, confusion intensifying across her features. "I'm...... dead," Namjoo finally finished off, voice cracking on the last syllable as she fell forward onto the wooden paneling of their living room floor with a "ghostly" moan.
"I had a life once..., six kids and a loving husband, a job that I enjoyed going to and a taste for horticulture but that was all ripped out of my hands by the evil... Raoul."
Bomi laughed. "Okay, are you auditioning for a drama still or one of those terrible American soap operas?"
The two on the couch didn't have to see Namjoo's face to know she was scowling up at them. "You guys suck."
... yeah, i was bored and posted this ~anonymous~ on unnirs earlier but whatever.
A moan caught at the back of Hyelim's throat as Yooyoung carded her fingers, in some sort of sick and calculated way, before reaching the tips and giving a firm pull.
Hyelim yelped. "What the hell was that for? I asked you to be rougher, not yank my hair out."
Yooyoung chuckled in response, "You thought that was rough," she paused, leaning backward slightly to shoot a wink at the other girl. "You have no idea what you're in for."
weary ghost - bomi/(chorong)/namjoo, g, 408 words
"The power of Christ compels you...," Bomi trailed off, clearing her throat. "The power of Christ compels YOU," her voice raised itself an octave, followed by another quick clearing of the throat. "The power of Christ... compels... you...," she repeated for a third time, deeping her tone before the cracking slap of skin against wood at her side drew her attention away from the task at hand.
"What in God's name are you doing?" Chorong questioned, eyebrows quirked and cheeks reddened from what Bomi assumed to be annoyance.
"Christ's name," Bomi flinched at the glare Chorong shot in her direction. "Namjoo's really set on nabbing that one role - the ghost cameo in that one show?"
"There's been, like, fifty different supernatural dramas this year, I can't keep up anymore. But, whatever, she wants the role, what does that have anything to do with you or with...," Chorong's nose scrunched in confusion. "... that."
"She told me she read somewhere that the other role in the script that'd be connected to the one she's trying out for requires a lot of chanting and trying to ward away demons," Bomi shrugged. "I guess the dude thinks that he's possessed because he's seeing ghosts and tries to exorcise himself."
Chorong laughed, not holding back a bit, the sound echoing around them. "That's the most ridiculous thing I've heard in for- ..."
"It's not ridiculous!" A voice came out from the behind the couch they were seated at. Bomi and Chorong, turning slowly to face the top of the cushions behind their back, both paused to watch the shadow of the frame of their wannabe ghost raise itself slowly up the back of the couch until the top of her head was finally visible. "I'm..."
"I'm...," a clicking noise came from behind them and Chorong turned to look at Bomi, confusion intensifying across her features. "I'm...... dead," Namjoo finally finished off, voice cracking on the last syllable as she fell forward onto the wooden paneling of their living room floor with a "ghostly" moan.
"I had a life once..., six kids and a loving husband, a job that I enjoyed going to and a taste for horticulture but that was all ripped out of my hands by the evil... Raoul."
Bomi laughed. "Okay, are you auditioning for a drama still or one of those terrible American soap operas?"
The two on the couch didn't have to see Namjoo's face to know she was scowling up at them. "You guys suck."