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relocated : fanfic : super junior
rating : PG
pairing : heechul x sungmin
175 words. I think I posted this on a fic meme once, but never got around to posting it here. oops? written back when Heechul had just started kissing boys on stage for his concert solos.
red-eye
When Heechul grabs him, right there on stage in front of everyone, there is only time for a lump of vague dread to coalesce in his gut before lips are crushed to his.
Sungmin is conscious of things in small doses, hiccups of time. Fingers, tight across the back of his head and digging in behind one ear, just firm enough to promise harm if he jerks back in shock. Heechul's eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with some rush of stage-adrenaline, slitted and locked on his, too close and too fierce for comfort. A hint of wet tongue licking across his frozen mouth like a promise. It sears in passing.
He grips the neck of his guitar, doesn't fumble his notes (somehow, miraculously) and remembers to breathe when Heechul pulls away with that lazy, slutty smirk of his, giving the back of his neck a squeeze before his hand drops.
A million tiny lenses are blinking red at Sungmin, the screams are a deafening roar within the stadium, and his fingers are as cold as ice.
(based on: http://i45.tinypic.com/2ijk8jn.jpg )
relocated : fanfic : super junior
rating : PG
focus : kangin
685 words. also from a fic meme. note: the scenario and some of the dialogue here is actually lifted straight from a scene in the book Watership Down. the zombie apocalypse and setting, however, is my own. no idea where I was going with this.
in the wake of the zombie apocalypse
It was early morning and people were beginning to forage, creeping out of the crumbling shadows into clear gray stillness. The air was still chilly and silent, lacking any breath of wind to whisper through the ruins. As the sun rose, the first rays of light crept out to glint off edges of broken glass and twisted, rusting metal.
Outside the shelter of the old parking structure, Kangin and Shindong picked their way cautiously across a broad, pitted street. The caved-in remains of a convenience store were visible, some distance down the block, with bleached, toughened grass beginning to crawl up the front wall and obscure the dulled colors of the sign. Before they reached the edge of the street, Kangin (who was ahead of Shindong) checked himself and dropped into a crouch, staring through the open maw of a shattered window. Although he couldn't see clearly inside the store, he knew that there was some creature there--something fairly large. Peering toward the tilted sill, he could see a shock of red hair. He waited, stock still, for some few moments, but it didn't move.
"There's someone in there," whispered Kangin.
Shindong considered. "A zombie?"
"Too bright for zombies." At least Kangin thought so. Sometimes, an aberration would tolerate the dawn a little longer.
"Are you sure of that?"
At that moment, they both heard a low, breathy hissing from the interior of the store. It lasted for a few moments. Then there was silence once more.
Kangin and Shindong had a good opinion of themselves. Apart from Donghae, they were the only survivors of the Kangnam Gang, and they knew that their comrades looked up to them. The encounter with the band of renegades in the subway tunnel had been no joke and had proven their worth. Kangin, who was generous and honest, had never for a moment resented Eeteuk's courage on the night when his own superstitious fear had gotten the better of him. But the idea of going back to the garage and reporting that they had glimpsed an unknown person hiding in the ruins and left it alone was more than he could swallow. He turned his head and looked at Shindong. Seeing that he was game, he took a final look at the strange tufts of coppery hair and then went straight up to the edge of the building. Shindong followed.
It was no zombie. The creature in the hollow was a woman--a tall woman, nearly as tall as Kangin, if gangly and thin. Neither of them had ever seen a woman like her before. Her hair was a tangled bird's-nest in a shocking shade of crimson, and she was wearing a collection of pilfered clothing in at least six different colors, none of which matched. She was sprawled between a dusty shelf and the wreckage of the wall, with a large, wicked-looking knife resting across her lap, gripped in one long-fingered, black-clawed hand. Her eyes were shut and her face was pale with strain, but she wasn't sleeping. As they stared, her eyes opened, black and furious, and she bared her teeth. The woman hissed savagely, and lifted the knife in a threatening gesture, but still she did not rise.
"She's hurt," said Kangin.
"Yes, I guessed that much," replied Shindong. "But not anywhere I can see. I'll go around--"
"Look out!" said Kangin. "She'll nail you!"
Shindong, as he started to edge in the doorway to skirt around to the back, had come closer to the woman. He jumped back just in time to avoid a quick, darting slash of the knife that left the blade-tip buried in the linoleum for a moment before she wrenched it back.
"That would have hurt," said Kangin.
As they hung back, looking at the woman--who clearly could not rise--she suddenly burst into loud, raucous yelling that split the silence and likely carried for miles. "Fuck you both! I'm a man, I'll fucking kill you, bastards!" It was all bellowed in a strong mountain-country accent, and an indubitably male voice. "Fuckwits! Fucking cut your nuts off!"
Kangin and Shindong turned and ran.
rating : PG
pairing : heechul x sungmin
175 words. I think I posted this on a fic meme once, but never got around to posting it here. oops? written back when Heechul had just started kissing boys on stage for his concert solos.
red-eye
When Heechul grabs him, right there on stage in front of everyone, there is only time for a lump of vague dread to coalesce in his gut before lips are crushed to his.
Sungmin is conscious of things in small doses, hiccups of time. Fingers, tight across the back of his head and digging in behind one ear, just firm enough to promise harm if he jerks back in shock. Heechul's eyes, heavy-lidded and dark with some rush of stage-adrenaline, slitted and locked on his, too close and too fierce for comfort. A hint of wet tongue licking across his frozen mouth like a promise. It sears in passing.
He grips the neck of his guitar, doesn't fumble his notes (somehow, miraculously) and remembers to breathe when Heechul pulls away with that lazy, slutty smirk of his, giving the back of his neck a squeeze before his hand drops.
A million tiny lenses are blinking red at Sungmin, the screams are a deafening roar within the stadium, and his fingers are as cold as ice.
(based on: http://i45.tinypic.com/2ijk8jn.jpg )
relocated : fanfic : super junior
rating : PG
focus : kangin
685 words. also from a fic meme. note: the scenario and some of the dialogue here is actually lifted straight from a scene in the book Watership Down. the zombie apocalypse and setting, however, is my own. no idea where I was going with this.
in the wake of the zombie apocalypse
It was early morning and people were beginning to forage, creeping out of the crumbling shadows into clear gray stillness. The air was still chilly and silent, lacking any breath of wind to whisper through the ruins. As the sun rose, the first rays of light crept out to glint off edges of broken glass and twisted, rusting metal.
Outside the shelter of the old parking structure, Kangin and Shindong picked their way cautiously across a broad, pitted street. The caved-in remains of a convenience store were visible, some distance down the block, with bleached, toughened grass beginning to crawl up the front wall and obscure the dulled colors of the sign. Before they reached the edge of the street, Kangin (who was ahead of Shindong) checked himself and dropped into a crouch, staring through the open maw of a shattered window. Although he couldn't see clearly inside the store, he knew that there was some creature there--something fairly large. Peering toward the tilted sill, he could see a shock of red hair. He waited, stock still, for some few moments, but it didn't move.
"There's someone in there," whispered Kangin.
Shindong considered. "A zombie?"
"Too bright for zombies." At least Kangin thought so. Sometimes, an aberration would tolerate the dawn a little longer.
"Are you sure of that?"
At that moment, they both heard a low, breathy hissing from the interior of the store. It lasted for a few moments. Then there was silence once more.
Kangin and Shindong had a good opinion of themselves. Apart from Donghae, they were the only survivors of the Kangnam Gang, and they knew that their comrades looked up to them. The encounter with the band of renegades in the subway tunnel had been no joke and had proven their worth. Kangin, who was generous and honest, had never for a moment resented Eeteuk's courage on the night when his own superstitious fear had gotten the better of him. But the idea of going back to the garage and reporting that they had glimpsed an unknown person hiding in the ruins and left it alone was more than he could swallow. He turned his head and looked at Shindong. Seeing that he was game, he took a final look at the strange tufts of coppery hair and then went straight up to the edge of the building. Shindong followed.
It was no zombie. The creature in the hollow was a woman--a tall woman, nearly as tall as Kangin, if gangly and thin. Neither of them had ever seen a woman like her before. Her hair was a tangled bird's-nest in a shocking shade of crimson, and she was wearing a collection of pilfered clothing in at least six different colors, none of which matched. She was sprawled between a dusty shelf and the wreckage of the wall, with a large, wicked-looking knife resting across her lap, gripped in one long-fingered, black-clawed hand. Her eyes were shut and her face was pale with strain, but she wasn't sleeping. As they stared, her eyes opened, black and furious, and she bared her teeth. The woman hissed savagely, and lifted the knife in a threatening gesture, but still she did not rise.
"She's hurt," said Kangin.
"Yes, I guessed that much," replied Shindong. "But not anywhere I can see. I'll go around--"
"Look out!" said Kangin. "She'll nail you!"
Shindong, as he started to edge in the doorway to skirt around to the back, had come closer to the woman. He jumped back just in time to avoid a quick, darting slash of the knife that left the blade-tip buried in the linoleum for a moment before she wrenched it back.
"That would have hurt," said Kangin.
As they hung back, looking at the woman--who clearly could not rise--she suddenly burst into loud, raucous yelling that split the silence and likely carried for miles. "Fuck you both! I'm a man, I'll fucking kill you, bastards!" It was all bellowed in a strong mountain-country accent, and an indubitably male voice. "Fuckwits! Fucking cut your nuts off!"
Kangin and Shindong turned and ran.