in your mcdonalds, looking dead gorgeous
.In Your Mcdonalds, Looking Dead Gorgeous
.kimin, random
.lights shining down empty pavements and he’s standing inside a McDonalds
A/N.hi there! :D the tyranny of oranges are done and soon draco fucking malfoy is going to rool this comm. this would be his first step in his conquest. made for sbluesnow's christmas coupon request. i'm very sorry it's not exactly fluff, but there's mcdonalds and i do hope it suffices. this was also written at about 2AM in the morning, when i haven't slept at all, but still beta-ed, however.
Its 2AM in the morning and yes, he’s aware of it. The city is out like a dead town with lights shining down empty pavements and he’s standing inside a McDonalds, ordering a double cheeseburger combo.
Now, in a sane, logical mind, one would need to have a perfect reason to stay up this late and also awake enough to actually be in a McDonalds and ordering food. Changmin, however, needs no such thing because he’s just that cool. Or maybe insane.
At the moment, he’s trying to gather up his thoughts as the cashier- cashier is it? Or waiter? That guy who stands behind the thingy to take your orders like a paid slave? - fidgets around in front of him. He already mumbled Changmin’s orders into the small black mic five minutes ago and not even a sound is heard from the kitchen.
The boy keeps biting his lips and as it’s already plumper than plum before, now he’s just trying to bust it into a bloodbath, Changmin thinks as he stares intently at the lips. And then he realizes maybe that’s what makes the guy fidget so much - Changmin’s glare has been said to be quite scary. He shakes his head and hears a relieved sigh.
“I’ll go check behind and see what’s up.” the cashier guy said. Changmin just grunts an okay and the guy turns around. Something shines under the light and he takes a glimpse. Apparently a golden staff tag titled ‘Kibum’ has been pinned onto his chest and Changmin just realized now. He agrees he is quite sleepy now and would like his food soon.
But then ‘Kibum’ comes back out, “I can’t find the chef, he’s probably out in the back. Can you wait while I call for him?” and Changmin grunts another yes again. Kibum flashes a smile.
Whoa.
And turns on his heels and runs to the back. Changmin waits again, but with no plum-like plump lips to stare at, he’s quickly become bored and decided to take a peek to the back. He climbs over the cashier, briefly wondering if he’ll be captured for trespassing a McDonalds kitchen, and decided that the fry machine is too cool to not be seen in person. He walks over to the machine just in time as Kibum drags a body from the back door.
“He stabbed himself I swear to God I didn’t do it I only found him beside the dumpster already dead and everything oh crap oh crap oh crap what are we going to do-” Kibum panics and Changmin likes the manic glow in his eyes; he likes it when hysteria runs through the bloody veins and he has yet to find something more delighting than that. Apparently Kibum under panic is. He takes the time to just stare at him, all shallow-breathing and eyes flitting around and body jerky.
Kibum is about to shout when Changmin finally snaps out of his daze. He grabs a pair of gloves hanging in the wall and grabs the body by the lapel. He carefully asses the blood trails and spots the blood sources. Jumping around so he can drag the body without any blood smearing on his pants, he barks orders to Kibum; the first words he says to the guy. “Wash your hands and clean the floor and get out after me.”
Thankfully Kibum is a good follower, and he takes only a few minutes to refocus himself.
In half an hour Changmin has done the best he can while half-asleep.
Which includes navigating them and the body to a river, dumping the body without a splash, burning Kibum’s blood-smeared clothes, and warming him up in his bed.
As in, warming him.
“Oh God.” Kibum moans when he’s finally undone. Everything goes blurry and beautiful in the afterhaze of sex but Kibum is exceptionally ethereal, Changmin thinks.
“Did this night just happened or am I just dreaming it?” Kibum asks, voice half-whisper.
“You are dreaming, and if I am to snap my fingers right now you would be standing behind the cashier, facing me while waiting for my orders to come from the kitchen.” Changmin replies, thinking that he’s still fully awake.
Kibum laughs, it’s unmelodious and coarse and beautiful in the right spots. Changmin cringe from the sheer pleasure, and kisses him to shut it up.
the shortness of this oneshot further proves that i have a fucked up writing mentality.
.kimin, random
.lights shining down empty pavements and he’s standing inside a McDonalds
A/N.hi there! :D the tyranny of oranges are done and soon draco fucking malfoy is going to rool this comm. this would be his first step in his conquest. made for sbluesnow's christmas coupon request. i'm very sorry it's not exactly fluff, but there's mcdonalds and i do hope it suffices. this was also written at about 2AM in the morning, when i haven't slept at all, but still beta-ed, however.
Its 2AM in the morning and yes, he’s aware of it. The city is out like a dead town with lights shining down empty pavements and he’s standing inside a McDonalds, ordering a double cheeseburger combo.
Now, in a sane, logical mind, one would need to have a perfect reason to stay up this late and also awake enough to actually be in a McDonalds and ordering food. Changmin, however, needs no such thing because he’s just that cool. Or maybe insane.
At the moment, he’s trying to gather up his thoughts as the cashier- cashier is it? Or waiter? That guy who stands behind the thingy to take your orders like a paid slave? - fidgets around in front of him. He already mumbled Changmin’s orders into the small black mic five minutes ago and not even a sound is heard from the kitchen.
The boy keeps biting his lips and as it’s already plumper than plum before, now he’s just trying to bust it into a bloodbath, Changmin thinks as he stares intently at the lips. And then he realizes maybe that’s what makes the guy fidget so much - Changmin’s glare has been said to be quite scary. He shakes his head and hears a relieved sigh.
“I’ll go check behind and see what’s up.” the cashier guy said. Changmin just grunts an okay and the guy turns around. Something shines under the light and he takes a glimpse. Apparently a golden staff tag titled ‘Kibum’ has been pinned onto his chest and Changmin just realized now. He agrees he is quite sleepy now and would like his food soon.
But then ‘Kibum’ comes back out, “I can’t find the chef, he’s probably out in the back. Can you wait while I call for him?” and Changmin grunts another yes again. Kibum flashes a smile.
Whoa.
And turns on his heels and runs to the back. Changmin waits again, but with no plum-like plump lips to stare at, he’s quickly become bored and decided to take a peek to the back. He climbs over the cashier, briefly wondering if he’ll be captured for trespassing a McDonalds kitchen, and decided that the fry machine is too cool to not be seen in person. He walks over to the machine just in time as Kibum drags a body from the back door.
“He stabbed himself I swear to God I didn’t do it I only found him beside the dumpster already dead and everything oh crap oh crap oh crap what are we going to do-” Kibum panics and Changmin likes the manic glow in his eyes; he likes it when hysteria runs through the bloody veins and he has yet to find something more delighting than that. Apparently Kibum under panic is. He takes the time to just stare at him, all shallow-breathing and eyes flitting around and body jerky.
Kibum is about to shout when Changmin finally snaps out of his daze. He grabs a pair of gloves hanging in the wall and grabs the body by the lapel. He carefully asses the blood trails and spots the blood sources. Jumping around so he can drag the body without any blood smearing on his pants, he barks orders to Kibum; the first words he says to the guy. “Wash your hands and clean the floor and get out after me.”
Thankfully Kibum is a good follower, and he takes only a few minutes to refocus himself.
In half an hour Changmin has done the best he can while half-asleep.
Which includes navigating them and the body to a river, dumping the body without a splash, burning Kibum’s blood-smeared clothes, and warming him up in his bed.
As in, warming him.
“Oh God.” Kibum moans when he’s finally undone. Everything goes blurry and beautiful in the afterhaze of sex but Kibum is exceptionally ethereal, Changmin thinks.
“Did this night just happened or am I just dreaming it?” Kibum asks, voice half-whisper.
“You are dreaming, and if I am to snap my fingers right now you would be standing behind the cashier, facing me while waiting for my orders to come from the kitchen.” Changmin replies, thinking that he’s still fully awake.
Kibum laughs, it’s unmelodious and coarse and beautiful in the right spots. Changmin cringe from the sheer pleasure, and kisses him to shut it up.
the shortness of this oneshot further proves that i have a fucked up writing mentality.