D.a.D - Day Seven
This has got to be the oddest writing style I've ever used. I have no idea where it came from or why, but all attempts to change it failed spectacularly. ^^;; In the end, I decided just going with it would probably be my best course of action.
Beast - Things that Go Bump in the Night
Title: In Which Hyunseung Can Sleep Through a Zombie Apocalypse, Nevermind His Crazy Bandmates
gen
~*~*~
“Doojoon-hyung?”
“Go to sleep, Dongwoonie.”
Blessed silence for a few moments, then a tugging at the sheet near his shoulder. “Hyung?”
Sigh. Roll over. “What?”
“I heard something.”
“…” Sigh again. “Seriously, go to sleep. We have to get up in-”
“I heard it too.” The hissed voice floats up from beneath him.
Junhyung, then, and if he isn’t careful he’ll- “Heard what?” - wake up Gikwang.
“There was a noise.”
“There was?”
“There wasn’t.”
“Yes there was, hyung. Junhyung-hyung heard it too.”
“Oh for- We have to get up in a few hours. Go to sleep.”
“But what if someone broke in?”
“No one broke in.”
“But what if they did?”
“Then all the noise you’re making would have scared them away. Now go to sleep before you wake up Seobie and Seungie.”
“Hyunseung would probably sleep through a break in.”
“Hyung could sleep through the apocalypse.”
“The zombie apocalypse, even.”
“Hey, there it is again!”
Silence and four pairs of ears straining to hear an imaginary noise.
Sigh. “There’s nothing, see? Now go to sleep.”
“But hyung, I heard it.”
A yawn close to his ear and a warm body snuggling close. “If you don’t go check it out, they’re just going to stay awake all night.”
“Sorry they woke you up.”
“S’ok.” Then louder. “What’d you hear, Woonie?”
“Something in the hall. And it wasn’t just me. Junhyung-hyung heard it too.”
As if that’s validation. Maybe to the maknae it is.
Nimble fingers poke at his side. “Go check.”
Pout. “I’m tired . Why should I have to be the one to prove they’re imagining things?”
“Yoon leadah~”
“I demote myself and nominate you the new leader.”
Snickers from all sides and a completely distracting nip at his ear. “Oh yeah, everyone will listen to me.”
Point.
Sigh. “You’re all a bunch of babies, you kn-” Silence. “Umm… Was that-”
Another body scrambling over the rail into his bed. “Hyung!”
“Ow.” Distracted, though. “Let go, Woonie. I can’t go check anything if you’re…” Sigh. “Here, hold onto Seobie instead.”
“Ow. Thanks, Yoon leadah.” Still, soft petting and nonsense noises. “It’s okay, Woonie. Big, bad Yoon leadah will chase whatever it is away.”
Drop down to the floor. Ease towards the door. What if someone has broken in?
Pause. There’s a baseball bat somewhere…. There. Move forward again.
Hand on the doornob.
Creeeak.
Swallow hard, take a deep breath.
A groaning sound somewhere on the other side and… Is that a growl???
“Fuck this.” Jump back, nearly trip over someone scrambling off the top bunks. Two someones.
Pile into the lower corner bunk like a mass of squirming puppies, everyone trying to get under the covers at once. One or two yelps as the bat makes accidental contact, though no one asks for it to be put away.
Five oaths, under pain of death, that no one shall ever hear of this.
If anyone survives til morning.
~*~*~
Hyunseung yawns and blinks sleepily in the morning, staring uncomprehendingly at the mass of bodies piled into Gikwang’s bed and the bat leaning against the railing between the bunks. The familiar tattooed arm sticks out from one side and only Gikwang has feet that deceptively dainty. The long, gangly leg has to be Dongwoon’s and he’s pretty sure that’s the back of Yoseob’s head, but it’s too early and he hasn’t had coffee yet so he could be wrong.
There’s a brief moment when he wonders what the hell caused it because he knows they’d all laid down in their own beds… well, everyone except Yoseob who always seems to consider Doojoon’s bed close enough as to make no difference.
Then he just shrugs and decides that if no one else is getting up, he isn’t either.
Beast - Things that Go Bump in the Night
Title: In Which Hyunseung Can Sleep Through a Zombie Apocalypse, Nevermind His Crazy Bandmates
gen
~*~*~
“Doojoon-hyung?”
“Go to sleep, Dongwoonie.”
Blessed silence for a few moments, then a tugging at the sheet near his shoulder. “Hyung?”
Sigh. Roll over. “What?”
“I heard something.”
“…” Sigh again. “Seriously, go to sleep. We have to get up in-”
“I heard it too.” The hissed voice floats up from beneath him.
Junhyung, then, and if he isn’t careful he’ll- “Heard what?” - wake up Gikwang.
“There was a noise.”
“There was?”
“There wasn’t.”
“Yes there was, hyung. Junhyung-hyung heard it too.”
“Oh for- We have to get up in a few hours. Go to sleep.”
“But what if someone broke in?”
“No one broke in.”
“But what if they did?”
“Then all the noise you’re making would have scared them away. Now go to sleep before you wake up Seobie and Seungie.”
“Hyunseung would probably sleep through a break in.”
“Hyung could sleep through the apocalypse.”
“The zombie apocalypse, even.”
“Hey, there it is again!”
Silence and four pairs of ears straining to hear an imaginary noise.
Sigh. “There’s nothing, see? Now go to sleep.”
“But hyung, I heard it.”
A yawn close to his ear and a warm body snuggling close. “If you don’t go check it out, they’re just going to stay awake all night.”
“Sorry they woke you up.”
“S’ok.” Then louder. “What’d you hear, Woonie?”
“Something in the hall. And it wasn’t just me. Junhyung-hyung heard it too.”
As if that’s validation. Maybe to the maknae it is.
Nimble fingers poke at his side. “Go check.”
Pout. “I’m tired . Why should I have to be the one to prove they’re imagining things?”
“Yoon leadah~”
“I demote myself and nominate you the new leader.”
Snickers from all sides and a completely distracting nip at his ear. “Oh yeah, everyone will listen to me.”
Point.
Sigh. “You’re all a bunch of babies, you kn-” Silence. “Umm… Was that-”
Another body scrambling over the rail into his bed. “Hyung!”
“Ow.” Distracted, though. “Let go, Woonie. I can’t go check anything if you’re…” Sigh. “Here, hold onto Seobie instead.”
“Ow. Thanks, Yoon leadah.” Still, soft petting and nonsense noises. “It’s okay, Woonie. Big, bad Yoon leadah will chase whatever it is away.”
Drop down to the floor. Ease towards the door. What if someone has broken in?
Pause. There’s a baseball bat somewhere…. There. Move forward again.
Hand on the doornob.
Creeeak.
Swallow hard, take a deep breath.
A groaning sound somewhere on the other side and… Is that a growl???
“Fuck this.” Jump back, nearly trip over someone scrambling off the top bunks. Two someones.
Pile into the lower corner bunk like a mass of squirming puppies, everyone trying to get under the covers at once. One or two yelps as the bat makes accidental contact, though no one asks for it to be put away.
Five oaths, under pain of death, that no one shall ever hear of this.
If anyone survives til morning.
~*~*~
Hyunseung yawns and blinks sleepily in the morning, staring uncomprehendingly at the mass of bodies piled into Gikwang’s bed and the bat leaning against the railing between the bunks. The familiar tattooed arm sticks out from one side and only Gikwang has feet that deceptively dainty. The long, gangly leg has to be Dongwoon’s and he’s pretty sure that’s the back of Yoseob’s head, but it’s too early and he hasn’t had coffee yet so he could be wrong.
There’s a brief moment when he wonders what the hell caused it because he knows they’d all laid down in their own beds… well, everyone except Yoseob who always seems to consider Doojoon’s bed close enough as to make no difference.
Then he just shrugs and decides that if no one else is getting up, he isn’t either.