post #8
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“Do I know you?” the guy questions, but Zitao’s jaw is heavy and he’s too preoccupied with gaping in shock to answer. “Hellooo?”
“What - who the hell are you, asshole?”
A few patrons turn their way. The guy frowns. “Most people call me Baekhyun, but asshole works too. I guess.”
Zitao sputters and points shakily, words coming to him slowly. “A-a man. You’re a man. Why’re you a man?”
Baekhyun’s gaze drops to Zitao’s hand where the string hangs like a curse weighing on Zitao’s life. He’s amused when they meet eyes, gratingly so. “Well, whaddya know? Hey, good lookin’?” He settles his chin in his palm and winks.
“Shut up!” Zitao hisses, working to keep his voice calm in public. “Do you know how bad this is? I lost my girlfriend because of you, and you…you’re a man! I like girls, not men. Why would it link me to you?!”
“I feel like you’re gonna freak out no matter what I say, so maybe I should keep quiet?” Baekhyun raises his eyebrows at Zitao, whose fists are clenching with the urge to punch him. “If you ask me, though, I’d say you haven’t considered some things. Like penis. Have you ever considered penis, husband?”
Horrified, Zitao holds his hand up to silence Baekhyun, face heating red. “Stop! Don’t ask that, don’t call me that.”
“Why not, husband?”
“Because I’m not gay.”
Baekhyun reaches to pat his arm with a consoling hand. Zitao pulls away with a warning growl. “No one said you were. You’re just not straight, is all.” Baekhyun gestures to the seat on the other side of the table. “Sit, husband. Let’s talk chat about penis together.”
The teasing becomes too much for poor confused Zitao. He starts to back away from Baekhyun, bumping into a few tables on his way to the door. “No, no way. This - I’m going to fix this.” He juts a finger down at the red string perfectly content with ruining his life. “I’ll use a sword or find a pair of magic scissors if I have to, but I’ll fix this.”
“I’ll be waiting for you, husband!” Baekhyun blows his fleeing love a kiss, receiving a paled face and an enthusiastic middle finger in return.
Already, the tangles in their string begin to smooth.
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“But what if you don’t love the person?”
The train shudders some, a squeal on the track piercing Jongin’s ears before it passes. He finishes the last few lines of the page in his physics textbook and flips to the next before he answers Sehun. “You don’t get linked to anyone you don’t love. They can’t be your fated love if you don’t love them at some point.”
Sehun nods, accepting the logic. A second later, he nudges his shoulder against Jongin’s. “What if the person dies before you find them? Do you get a second choice?”
Jongin doesn’t know the answer, so he improvises. “Nah. You have to marry a zombie instead.”
“No way. You’re lying.”
“How would you know?”
That quiets Sehun quickly, though he’s still frowning. More than usual. The pause is almost long enough for Jongin to recite the sine formula for wave displacement before Sehun is nudging him again. “Huh?”
“What if the person’s like, a thief or a murderer and you end up hating them? What then?”
“Then you’ve got terrible taste.” Jongin laughs. Sehun punches him in the arm. “Why do you wanna know so much about the string now anyway? We’re not even gonna see it for like, four years.”
“’Cause, if I end up with someone terrible, I want to be able to choose someone else to love,” Sehun answers, staring at the rapidly passing trees from the window opposite their seats. “It’s weird knowing we don’t get a say in it.”
Jongin nods in agreement, focused on the line of a wavelength and imagining it red. “Maybe fate makes us love the other person. Brainwashes us until we have hearts in our eyes. Like in the movies.”
“That’s worse! I don’t want fate touching my brain,” Sehun gripes and scrubs a hand through his brightly colored hair.
“You don’t have a brain to wash anyway.” Jongin palms Sehun’s head and pushes him over in his seat. Sehun returns the favor a moment later.
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The train passes over a river, rocking side to side and humming low. It’s enough to weigh on Jongin’s eyelids, his head tilting back against the window.
“We should be each other’s back-ups.”
“Hm?”
Suddenly he’s being shaken awake, Sehun’s grip on his arm bruising. “If both of us don’t like our linked…fated whatevers, we should be each other’s back-ups. So we won’t have to worry about being lame forever.”
Jongin squints at his friend and the very serious look on his face. “That makes us sound like bigger lames, man. Besides, shouldn’t you ask a girl? I don’t love you.”
Sehun cringes. “I don’t want you to be my boyfriend, gross. I could find a way better-looking guy than you. I want a friend in case I don’t like anyone else. I don’t want to be alone. Besides, it’s not like someone as ugly as you will find anyone good.”
Letting the barb pass, Jongin rolls his eyes. “You sound like a kid. Fine, sure.”
“Promise.” Sehun holds his small finger out in the sparse space between them, mouth stern. “Promise.”
“A pinky-swear? Really? We’re not nine anymore.” Jongin swats the hand away, but Sehun is insistent and jabs him in the side when he tries to ignore him. Finally, Jongin links fingers with him roughly so Sehun yelps.
Both being under twenty-one, neither of them see the translucent red string already attaching their fingers together.
“See, wasn’t that easy?” Sehun says while he cradles his injured finger. “I’ll be easier to deal with than someone else anyway. I’m already use to all your disgusting habits and your terrible fashion. Orange shirt and blue shoes,” he snorts.
Jongin looks down at his outfit and frowns. “It’s not orange, you dick. It’s red.”
“Looks orange to me.”
“Well, you’re wrong. Probably. I think my teacher said everyone might see colors differently.”
“Sounds like bull.”
I know I had to mess up somewhere.
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especially sassy baekhyun XD yeah, tao doesn't stand a chance. he should just give in and save himself the trouble lmao.
also, i'd love to see jongin's and sehun's reactions to finding out that they're fated to be together. lol.
loved this!
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Author, you are fantastic. You are the light of my life, my personal angel etc etc.
I was grinning all the way through, this is exactly what I had in mind. You wrote and executed the whole idea so well.
You also, even though I didn't choose them, picked awesome pairings.
You go author, you are awesome. It's perfect.
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so qt, all the pairings were so adorable and the way you wrote them was so precious and fasl;dfjsl;f rolls on the floor in excitement
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE i just want to know who you are cries
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OMG THIS IS PERFECT
UNANON YOURSELF LET ME LOVE YOU
They were all so cuteee omg i wanna know what happens
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i love how you ended it with Jongin and Sehun. it was a really nice ending to a really nice story.
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so much love for you anon
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The Sekai part is amazing.
I was like. omg. my heart.
okay. anyways. wow <3 ;A;
-even though I'm a BIG Hunhan shipper.
I can admit that Sekai was cute there~
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