post #16
Fics( #15).
Always EXO, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, Tao/Chen
give a little, get a lot infinite, hoya/sunggyu
shush 4minute/f(x), hyuna-centric, hyuna/amber [warning: self-injury]
birthday girl f(x), amber/krystal
raise infinite, woohyun/sunggyu
some like it hot exo, kai/chanyeol [warning: harm]
untitled exo, chanyeol/d.o.
seeking a friend at the end ( Read more... )
Always EXO, Kris/Lay, Xiumin/Luhan, Tao/Chen
give a little, get a lot infinite, hoya/sunggyu
shush 4minute/f(x), hyuna-centric, hyuna/amber [warning: self-injury]
birthday girl f(x), amber/krystal
raise infinite, woohyun/sunggyu
some like it hot exo, kai/chanyeol [warning: harm]
untitled exo, chanyeol/d.o.
seeking a friend at the end ( Read more... )
He sat down on the bus, dangling his feet off of the bus, watching as everyone died around him, their souls fading away and feeding his own. There were always those questions, like why he hadn’t died, or what did he do now, but he ignored them. There was nothing else do but to wait until someone arrived, he guessed. But that was a pretty big earthquake, maybe size 8 on the scale. It would have touched more places. This town wasn’t such a problem compared to what Singapore or Beijing was facing.
There was sobbing.
He looked up from his palms, looking around to see where the voice was coming from. He jumped off of the bus, his jog turning to a sprint as he headed for the red car that he heard the voice. Inside was a woman, hair the colour of ebony and eyes with the look of danger, trapped in, the smell of petrol and gas burning his nostrils. Her eyes widen when she notices him.
“Help me,” she sobs. Zhou Mi stops. He had seen this when he was exiting the bus. His mouth turned into a thin line and he opened the door, reaching over and unbuckling her from her seat. She was a bit heavy when he carried her out.
“Let me down,” she says. He continues to carry her, climbing up a ladder on the side of a building. He moves on the rooftop until he’s safe, and drops her down onto the roof, sitting down beside her.
“What is your name?” Zhou Mi asks, resting his hands on his knees, watching as the anarchy circulates around them. He breathes in, smelling the plastic burning slowly.
“Song Qian,” she replies, “Most people call me Victoria, though.”
Zhou Mi hums, “That’s a very pretty name. I’m Zhou Mi.”
“Are we dead?” Victoria asks; her nails reaching up to grasp the red sun. Zhou Mi’s eyes follow them.
“I don’t think so, not yet.” Victoria hums. “It’s just the two of us now, though.”
“Just the two of us.”
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