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[ninokyu]

❝2009 IDOL CROSSOVER (SMUT) ANONYMEME❞
☮ japan meets korea meets the rest of asia ☮
because nothing is more fun than mixing fandoms like crazy!Ever thought about crossing over random idol groups? From JE? From SME? From YG? From JYPE? H!P? Hell go past the pop-idol groups and maybe even those JRock artists?! This is your chance to think up of the

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it's massive...i got a bit carried away ^__^

[anonymous]

The bright sun shined off Jiro’s dark aviators as he strutted down the Korean market street, closing his eyes to enjoy the the smell of freshly made pork chops wafting through the air. A jewelry stand off to the side full of silver necklaces caught his attention as he dashed over, completely forgetting about the rest of his band members trailing behind him. He pushed his sunglasses up as he walked over, picking up a silver chain and inspecting it, liking the way it glistened in the light. He turned to pay the owner only to find him mere inches from a face dawning white sunglasses and the biggest smirk he had ever seen.

“You like it?”, the man whispered, making sure Jiro could feel his breath on his lips.

The stunned Taiwanese man jumped back before throwing a handful of bills at the man, grabbing the chain, and sprinting down the street.
Heechul slid off his sunglasses and laughed manically as he watched Jiro disappear among the crowd.

Aaron’s doe eyes grew bigger as he eyed the toy stands lining the street, his smile growing bigger with each model airplane car he saw. Always stopping at each shop to play the closest car, he had managed to wander off from the rest of Fahrenheit, not that he minded. Suddenly he heard a loud vroom, causing his head to snap up and drop the car he was playing with as he rushed into the street. His head swerved around, trying to find its source, but was soon distracted as he saw a miniature airplane flying above him. Aaron threw down his Pokemon bookbag as he jumped up and tried to reach the flying toy. However, every time it seemed like he reach it, the plane would dive away from his fingers. Disgruntled, he reached down and picked up his bag, and then resorted to searching for the controller of the plane.

Hearing a couple of high snickers behind him, he turned to see a young man with a train conductor hat huddled over the black controller. The other one with the tongue sticking was busily shouting out directions, pointing them out lively with his hands.

Aaron carefully walked over to them, scared that they might make the airplane suddenly attack him.

Hearing footsteps, the two looked up and greeted the shy Chinese boy with a loud “hi”, wide smiles plastered on their faces.

“What ‘cha doin’?” Aaron asked sheepishly before deciding to take another step towards them.

“We’re attacking people with our airplane!!” the two exclaimed in unison before turning to each other, making a face, and laughing. One, which Aaron noticed was laughing with his mouth wide open, while the other was emitting unusually high pitched giggles.

“Wanna help us?” the shorter one asked as he handed the controller over to Aaron, watching his face light up as he nodded.

It was decided then. Donghae would draw out the plans, Sungmin would call them out, and Aaron would attack people.