ft island/ gen / #5 pt 1/2
anonymous
October 4 2011, 02:43:53 UTC
In the last twenty-three hours, Lee Hongki’s life has turned itself upside down and inside out in so many ways that he’s not really sure how it began in the first place.
Well, that’s a lie.
The first thing that happened, was when Hongki had been on his way out the door for ddeokbokki and an owl dive-bombed his head, dropping a thick envelope on top of him.
“What the fuck?” He might have shrieked, dropping to his knees. But the owl was gone, and he picked up the envelope with the tips of his fingers. It was pretty heavy, and his never ending curiosity made him stuff it into the pocket of his sweatshirt and run back upstairs to the dorm.
Jonghun glanced over, blinking at him sleepily. He was still in his pyjama’s, the bum. “That was quick.” Hongki pulled out the envelope and Jonghun sat up. “What’s that?” There was a beep from the kitchen as the microwave stopped. Jaejin shuffled out of the kitchen, his hands in his pockets.
“What’s what? Oh,” he eyed the large envelope that Hongki had placed on the coffee table.
“I don’t know, but an owl attacked me delivering it,” Hongki frowned, crossing his arms. Jaejin cracked up.
“An owl? Seriously, hyung?”
“It was! A huge freaking brown owl with a mean face.” Hongki frowned, squinting at the words on the front. “It’s in English. Do we have English fans who send weird things like this?”
“Um,” Jaejin picked it up, sounded out the words in his head. “Um, I think it’s for all of us. ‘The collective members of the band F.t Island.’ It says.”
“We should get the magnaes,” Jonghun said, sitting up so that Hongki could squish himself up next to him on the couch.
Feeling a twinge of annoyance, Hongki raised his voice. “Yah! Seunghyun, Minhwan! Get out here right now!” A pause. He heard a thump from one of the rooms and grinned to himself as they came running out. Minhwan was still pulling a shirt over his head.
“What, what’s the problem?” He asked, running a hand through his hair to fix it. “Oh, what’s that?” He asked, peering at the envelope on the counter.
Seunghyun plopped down on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Is it a time bomb?” He asked.
Hongki snorted at him and picked it up, ripping it open from the weird wax seal. Out of the envelope plopped five iron rings and a letter made from some kind of really thick paper.
“Oh, it’s not,” Seunghyun frowned. Hongki wondered if that was something to be depressed about as he turned the paper over.
“Eck, English.” He handed it off to the more English savvy members of the band and frowned. Jaejin squinted at it.
“Um, what the heck is ‘Hog warts’?” He grumbled, “Stupid English.” While he tried to translate it with Seunghyun’s help, Hongki picked up one of the rings and turned it over in his hand. Then he put it on his finger and was surprised to find that it fit perfectly.
“Cool!” He grinned, raising his hand towards the ceiling and surveying the ring from above. “I like it. We should wear them and make the fans happy.”
“We haven’t finished reading the letter yet, though.” Jaejin complained.
“I’ll reveal all your secrets,” Hongki grinned at him, evilly.
“You wouldn’t,” Jaejin frowned, but took the ring in his hand and put it on. Jonghun followed, complaining about the color and the gaudiness at the same time.
“It’s like we have couple rings,” Seunghyun grinned as he slipped it on and Minhwan snorted next to him as he did the same.
“Oh God, ew.” Jaejin squished up his nose at him, but Hongki just laughed.
Re: ft island/ gen / #5 pt 2/2
anonymous
October 4 2011, 02:44:13 UTC
Hongki didn’t really think much of the rings until they were standing on stage performing their newest song and suddenly, the ring started vibrating in his hand. His voice got caught in his throat as he felt a pull from the middle of his chest. The world rushed by his ears and he might have shrieked for a second time that day when he fell to the ground with the mic still in his hand. The floor was different, hard and polished stone, and he stared at it in shock for a second before he heard strange whispers all around him. He looked up.
“What the fuck?” He said, all but leaping to his feet. The other members’ heads snapped up at the words and all gaped around them in shock and surprise because they were in a big as fuck castle surrounded by tables.
Tables filled with kids in stupid, pointy hats and weird dressed.
“No, seriously, what the fuck?”
um, i don't even know. i also seriously doubt this is finished, lol :(
Well, that’s a lie.
The first thing that happened, was when Hongki had been on his way out the door for ddeokbokki and an owl dive-bombed his head, dropping a thick envelope on top of him.
“What the fuck?” He might have shrieked, dropping to his knees. But the owl was gone, and he picked up the envelope with the tips of his fingers. It was pretty heavy, and his never ending curiosity made him stuff it into the pocket of his sweatshirt and run back upstairs to the dorm.
Jonghun glanced over, blinking at him sleepily. He was still in his pyjama’s, the bum. “That was quick.” Hongki pulled out the envelope and Jonghun sat up. “What’s that?” There was a beep from the kitchen as the microwave stopped. Jaejin shuffled out of the kitchen, his hands in his pockets.
“What’s what? Oh,” he eyed the large envelope that Hongki had placed on the coffee table.
“I don’t know, but an owl attacked me delivering it,” Hongki frowned, crossing his arms. Jaejin cracked up.
“An owl? Seriously, hyung?”
“It was! A huge freaking brown owl with a mean face.” Hongki frowned, squinting at the words on the front. “It’s in English. Do we have English fans who send weird things like this?”
“Um,” Jaejin picked it up, sounded out the words in his head. “Um, I think it’s for all of us. ‘The collective members of the band F.t Island.’ It says.”
“We should get the magnaes,” Jonghun said, sitting up so that Hongki could squish himself up next to him on the couch.
Feeling a twinge of annoyance, Hongki raised his voice. “Yah! Seunghyun, Minhwan! Get out here right now!” A pause. He heard a thump from one of the rooms and grinned to himself as they came running out. Minhwan was still pulling a shirt over his head.
“What, what’s the problem?” He asked, running a hand through his hair to fix it. “Oh, what’s that?” He asked, peering at the envelope on the counter.
Seunghyun plopped down on the floor on the other side of the coffee table, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. “Is it a time bomb?” He asked.
Hongki snorted at him and picked it up, ripping it open from the weird wax seal. Out of the envelope plopped five iron rings and a letter made from some kind of really thick paper.
“Oh, it’s not,” Seunghyun frowned. Hongki wondered if that was something to be depressed about as he turned the paper over.
“Eck, English.” He handed it off to the more English savvy members of the band and frowned. Jaejin squinted at it.
“Um, what the heck is ‘Hog warts’?” He grumbled, “Stupid English.” While he tried to translate it with Seunghyun’s help, Hongki picked up one of the rings and turned it over in his hand. Then he put it on his finger and was surprised to find that it fit perfectly.
“Cool!” He grinned, raising his hand towards the ceiling and surveying the ring from above. “I like it. We should wear them and make the fans happy.”
“We haven’t finished reading the letter yet, though.” Jaejin complained.
“I’ll reveal all your secrets,” Hongki grinned at him, evilly.
“You wouldn’t,” Jaejin frowned, but took the ring in his hand and put it on. Jonghun followed, complaining about the color and the gaudiness at the same time.
“It’s like we have couple rings,” Seunghyun grinned as he slipped it on and Minhwan snorted next to him as he did the same.
“Oh God, ew.” Jaejin squished up his nose at him, but Hongki just laughed.
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Hongki didn’t really think much of the rings until they were standing on stage performing their newest song and suddenly, the ring started vibrating in his hand. His voice got caught in his throat as he felt a pull from the middle of his chest. The world rushed by his ears and he might have shrieked for a second time that day when he fell to the ground with the mic still in his hand. The floor was different, hard and polished stone, and he stared at it in shock for a second before he heard strange whispers all around him. He looked up.
“What the fuck?” He said, all but leaping to his feet. The other members’ heads snapped up at the words and all gaped around them in shock and surprise because they were in a big as fuck castle surrounded by tables.
Tables filled with kids in stupid, pointy hats and weird dressed.
“No, seriously, what the fuck?”
um, i don't even know. i also seriously doubt this is finished, lol :(
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