drabbles; dump one
(drabbles for a reason, man. that is, they're all less than 200 words. ahuuhuu~)
난리 난리 난리나
jaeco ; pg-13
135 words
you always were a crazy motherfucker, jiho laughed at jaehyo's words before pulling on the older boy's necklace. jaehyo frowned before harshly pushing him away. this isn't a laughing matter, woo jiho.
no, you're right. this isn't a laughing matter at all. jiho's lips rearranged themselves into a thin line as he snapped his fingers. his men, who had been standing on the sidelines, observing the exchange between the two heads, finally sauntered up to his sides. while we're on the topic of "is nots" allow me to remind you that i'm no longer the boy you once knew. the younger boy's mouth curved upwards into a smirk. it's zico now, not jiho. and you better remember my new name, because it's the one people will be chanting once the black dragons are no more.
닫힌 내 가슴은 누구도 사랑할 수가 없다
chanjia ; pg
128 words
her simple sigh told of difficult times and melancholy memories. he watched her profile as her breath created wafts of smoke in the freezing, winter air. she was shivering; she was cold. it would be the gentlemanly thing to do, to go over to her and offer her his coat, ask about her troubles, and wrap her into an embrace.
but it wasn't that easy. it was a public place. paparazzi were always on the hunt for them to slip up and exemplify a secret relationship that didn't exist (or, at the very least, no longer existed).
he was a gentleman, and she was a lady.
but in the eyes of everyone else, he was only chansung of 2pm - and she was only jia of miss a.
난리 난리 난리나
jaeco ; pg-13
135 words
you always were a crazy motherfucker, jiho laughed at jaehyo's words before pulling on the older boy's necklace. jaehyo frowned before harshly pushing him away. this isn't a laughing matter, woo jiho.
no, you're right. this isn't a laughing matter at all. jiho's lips rearranged themselves into a thin line as he snapped his fingers. his men, who had been standing on the sidelines, observing the exchange between the two heads, finally sauntered up to his sides. while we're on the topic of "is nots" allow me to remind you that i'm no longer the boy you once knew. the younger boy's mouth curved upwards into a smirk. it's zico now, not jiho. and you better remember my new name, because it's the one people will be chanting once the black dragons are no more.
닫힌 내 가슴은 누구도 사랑할 수가 없다
chanjia ; pg
128 words
her simple sigh told of difficult times and melancholy memories. he watched her profile as her breath created wafts of smoke in the freezing, winter air. she was shivering; she was cold. it would be the gentlemanly thing to do, to go over to her and offer her his coat, ask about her troubles, and wrap her into an embrace.
but it wasn't that easy. it was a public place. paparazzi were always on the hunt for them to slip up and exemplify a secret relationship that didn't exist (or, at the very least, no longer existed).
he was a gentleman, and she was a lady.
but in the eyes of everyone else, he was only chansung of 2pm - and she was only jia of miss a.