Lee Hongki Drabbles
Title: Lee Hongki Drabbles (Part 2)
Pairing/Fandom: FTIsland
Rating: PG tops
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. I make no claim to own any of the people in this story. Any similarities between this and any other story is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: Fic Dump :)
You groan at the insistent buzzing sound filling your bedroom, pulling the covers further over your head, only to huff in annoyance as the buzzing continues. You throw the covers back, slowly opening one eye to find the source of the noise... Your cell phone. You quickly answer the call, not bothering to see who was calling.
"Hello?"
"Oh Kara. Did I wake you?"
Your brow furrows as you try to remember who the voice belongs to, before giving up and looking at the screen. Lee Hongki~ ♥ "No! No!" You insist, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. "I was just watching TV." You grimace at the lame excuse your brain supplied.
"Did I leave my glasses at the shop?" He asks.
"Yes." You glance to your bedside table, Hongki's sunglasses and hat sitting in the centre.
"I'll call by and collect them."
"They're not at the store." You admit, feeling the familiar flush return to your cheeks. "I took them home."
"Aish." He sighed. "Are you a stalker? Did you already sell them on the internet?"
You laugh. "I took them home so that my manager didn't keep them. He has a habit of keeping nice things, especially expensive lost items."
"Send me your address, I'll come and collect them."
Your eyes widen. "W-what?"
"You said you're awake, I'll call around and collect my things."
"You can't just call around to someone's house!" You say, voice high pitched as you rush out of bed and towards your wardrobe, trying to find a suitable outfit to wear for the day.
"Just send it to me." He says before ending the call.
You sigh, your hand holding your phone dropping to your side before glaring at your wardrobe. "Why do I have no nice clothes?"
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You hear a knock on the door ten minutes after you sent Hongki the message with your address. "Open up!"
"Hey!" You call as you walk to the door, opening it coming face to face with Lee Hongki. "Stop shouting in the hallway. Someone will see you."
He pushes past you into the apartment and takes a seat on your sofa. "Are you going to offer me a drink?"
"You got here quickly." You say, shutting the door behind him. "Make yourself at home." You say sarcastically.
"The dorm isn't far from here." He answers, ignoring your sarcastic remark. "A lot of idols live in this area."
You place a glass of water in front of him. "Here."
"What's this?"
"Water." You answer.
"Don't you have coffee, or juice?" He asks, eyeing the clear liquid.
"I don't spend a lot of time here." You say, drinking the water as he clearly wasn't going to. "Between school and work I only have time to sleep."
"Let's go." He says suddenly, standing from his seat, sunglasses and hat forgotten.
"Huh?"
"Let's go and get a real drink." He grabs your arm and starts to pull you towards the door, grabbing your bag on the way past.
You blink before hitting him with your free hand. "Hey!" You have just enough time to grab your keys before you are yanked out of the room and the door slammed shut behind you.
Pairing/Fandom: FTIsland
Rating: PG tops
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. I make no claim to own any of the people in this story. Any similarities between this and any other story is purely coincidental.
Author's Note: Fic Dump :)
You groan at the insistent buzzing sound filling your bedroom, pulling the covers further over your head, only to huff in annoyance as the buzzing continues. You throw the covers back, slowly opening one eye to find the source of the noise... Your cell phone. You quickly answer the call, not bothering to see who was calling.
"Hello?"
"Oh Kara. Did I wake you?"
Your brow furrows as you try to remember who the voice belongs to, before giving up and looking at the screen. Lee Hongki~ ♥ "No! No!" You insist, sitting up and running a hand through your hair. "I was just watching TV." You grimace at the lame excuse your brain supplied.
"Did I leave my glasses at the shop?" He asks.
"Yes." You glance to your bedside table, Hongki's sunglasses and hat sitting in the centre.
"I'll call by and collect them."
"They're not at the store." You admit, feeling the familiar flush return to your cheeks. "I took them home."
"Aish." He sighed. "Are you a stalker? Did you already sell them on the internet?"
You laugh. "I took them home so that my manager didn't keep them. He has a habit of keeping nice things, especially expensive lost items."
"Send me your address, I'll come and collect them."
Your eyes widen. "W-what?"
"You said you're awake, I'll call around and collect my things."
"You can't just call around to someone's house!" You say, voice high pitched as you rush out of bed and towards your wardrobe, trying to find a suitable outfit to wear for the day.
"Just send it to me." He says before ending the call.
You sigh, your hand holding your phone dropping to your side before glaring at your wardrobe. "Why do I have no nice clothes?"
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You hear a knock on the door ten minutes after you sent Hongki the message with your address. "Open up!"
"Hey!" You call as you walk to the door, opening it coming face to face with Lee Hongki. "Stop shouting in the hallway. Someone will see you."
He pushes past you into the apartment and takes a seat on your sofa. "Are you going to offer me a drink?"
"You got here quickly." You say, shutting the door behind him. "Make yourself at home." You say sarcastically.
"The dorm isn't far from here." He answers, ignoring your sarcastic remark. "A lot of idols live in this area."
You place a glass of water in front of him. "Here."
"What's this?"
"Water." You answer.
"Don't you have coffee, or juice?" He asks, eyeing the clear liquid.
"I don't spend a lot of time here." You say, drinking the water as he clearly wasn't going to. "Between school and work I only have time to sleep."
"Let's go." He says suddenly, standing from his seat, sunglasses and hat forgotten.
"Huh?"
"Let's go and get a real drink." He grabs your arm and starts to pull you towards the door, grabbing your bag on the way past.
You blink before hitting him with your free hand. "Hey!" You have just enough time to grab your keys before you are yanked out of the room and the door slammed shut behind you.