drabble dump
Originally posted in kpopv.
Title: But I'm not gay
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Victoria
Rating: PG
Word Count: 155
"If you were gay," Henry sing-songs.
"I'm not," Zhou Mi grumbles.
"That'd be okay," Henry continues, totally disregarding the other's misery. "I mean,
'cause hey! I'd love you anyway~"
"I sure as hell don't." In his peripheral vision, he sees Song Qian walking across the cafeteria. He immediately sits up and waves. "Hey, Qian," he shouts.
Qian turns her head and Zhou Mi swears he looked upon the face of an angel. She smiles, waves back, and then walks over to both Henry and Zhou Mi.
"You can count on me to always be beside you every day, to tell you it's okay, you were just born that way, and as they say, 'It's in your DNA,' you're gay~" Henry continues to fucking sing and if Qian, aka his long time crush, weren't here, Zhou Mi would've slapped the hoe.
"Zhou Mi, I didn't know you were gay," Qian says.
Zhou Mi mentally face palms.
Title: call it fate, call it karma
Pairing: CL/Minzy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 180
Fifteen seconds on the clock and Chaerin dribbled the ball down the field.
"Go, Chaerin unni!"
"You can do it, unni!"
"I love you, unni!"
Chaerin kicked the ball and it flew past the goalie, into the net just as the referee blew the whistle. A chorus of cheers and screams let out and a group of girls crowded around the school's most hyped soccer player.
"Good job, unni!"
"I knew you could do it!"
"Will you go out with me?"
Chaerin laughed humbly and thanked them. She walked over the bleachers and grabbed her water bottle, dumping half of the contents on her face before drinking the rest. She picked up her towel on the seat of the bleachers and slung it around her neck. She looked at the crowd and froze.
Gong Minji was at the game.
Chaerin was always at a loss for words whenever Gong Minji was in her peripheral view. She watched Minji exit the bleachers and walk off to wherever the hell she went off to.
She only wished Minji would look her way.
Title: I call that getting tricked by a business
Pairing: Kris/Amber
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 547
The taxi stops in front of a club. Two figures, a taller one and a shorter one, in faux fur coats exit the taxi, one of them wearing brow and the other in white respectively. The taller one has his dyed blond hair slicked back to where his black roots are visible. He's holding a light blue ice pop in his hand decorated with gold and silver rings. The shorter one has dyed dark brown hair and looks like a tomboyish woman. She is talking on the phone in rapid English while giving the driver a couple thousand won. As soon as the taxi zooms off and the shorter one hangs up the phone, the two of them look at each other knowingly.
"These coats smell like piss," the shorter one comments as she takes a whiff of her fur coat. The taller one shrugs and takes a lick of his ice pop.
"It was ninety-nine cents," he refutes. The shorter rolls her eyes.
"Whatever, let's do this." The two of them walk toward the club and are stopped by the jumper.
"You have to wait in line," the jumper growls. The taller one raises an eyebrow and licks his ice pop.
"We're here on official business," the shorter one says.
"Oh really?" the jumper asks skeptically. "Names?"
"Amber," the shorter one replies.
The taller takes his ice pop out of his mouth. "Kris."
"And we're part of SM, if you know what we mean," Amber says with a look that could kill. "So let us through and direct us to your boss, because he has something that we want."
The jumper lets them through and they make their way through the club to the VIP room where they were told the boss would be. They try to open the door only to find it locked.
"Kris," Amber commands. Kris sighs and sucks hard on his ice pop so it won't fall out. He steps back and kicks open the door. He then takes the ice pop out of his mouth.
They see a middle aged man with two girls on his side.
"Dong Kyung In?" Amber asks. The man nods. "I believe you have something for us. Did you get our memo?" He nods again. "Where is it?"
"I-I don't have it," he stutters out, absolutely terrified.
"Aw, that sucks. I'm sorry you have to say that," Amber says in a voice laced with fake sympathy. Her expression turns cold. "But you do realize we have to get rid of you, right?"
The man tenses up and falls to his knees. "Please," he begs. "I just need more time!"
"You said that six months ago," Kris deadpans.
"I'm afraid we have to kill all the nasty pests that get in our way," Amber says. Kris reaches into his fur coat.
"B-but my business is going well. I can get it to you soon, I pro-" he falls to the ground with a bullet in his forehead. The two girls around him shriek and run out of the room as they watch the blood pool around his body. Kris blows on the smoke coming out of the barrel of his pistol before placing his gun back into his coat and licking his ice pop.
"Let's go, Kris."