wip meme (because i can)
wip meme
Post a line from each WIP you have. No context, no explanations.
(Yeah, okay. So not everything listed here are fanfiction, ok? Some... might be for NaNoWriMo this year or others. It's up to you to guess who and which.)
1. It was the amused chuckle that came afterwards that made him look, he couldn’t not to, not to a warm rich voice like that. Especially not since he couldn’t remember anyone laughing so freely with him. It was nice, kinda. Donghae didn’t regret it. The guy was actually the lanky santa that stood right across the shop. The one Donghae eyed for a moment before deciding that he didn’t look anywhere near fat enough to actually pass as a santa. They should have written ‘extremely fat’ as a job requirement. It was only fitting.
2. The street lights were so bright, it didn't feel like it was night time. And for the first time, Donghae thought that maybe leaving his hometown was a big mistake after all.
3.Donghae was thirteen when he finally realized what those numbers and words were. He had never really paid attention to those for the past years, trying his best not to look at them over his friends and family heads, avoiding them in his gaze completely. People looked at him weirdly when he stare above their head and Donghae had learnt that the hard way. It was better to ignore them altogether though sometimes he's still fascinated about them and wondered what would those mean, because he knew they were far from birthdays. The day was raining and he was walking home from his school alone, dark navy blue umbrella in his hand. He waited blankly over the red light, thinking of what he should do when he got home, whistling the new H.O.T song that just came out yesterday, hands and hips swaying slightly in poor mimicry of the dance when a cat passed by, 04051999 clear hovered above its head. He looked at it expectantly, waiting for the few seconds of countdown to ticked by, only to be shocked over the running car. Donghae ran away without looking back, sickened by the sight, comprehending with horror the meaning of the word car underneath the countdown, his umbrella forgotten.
4. Donghae narrowed his eyes and bit his lip, pushing away the images of the pooling blood and unmasked faces of terror. He wasn't a 707 for nothing and Kim Jongmin was dead before his body dropped among the shocked bodyguards.
5. "Okay," he said dully. He felt like a whore, but thats probably what people of think of him. There was a long silence and he looked up, noticing that she was throwing that icy glare at him. The one that said he was worthless and that he's better off dead.
6. So yes, when Hyukjae finally snapped and stalked Donghae at the filming studio harboring a massive hard on,, others stayed out of his way. He wanted sex and he would get it. Fresh cream and all.
7. It didn't matter though. Right now, he only wanted this to stop because he was spent, nauseous and his dick just hurt like hell.
8. Hyukjae whimpers softly as another whacking sound is heard, followed by a loud cry. His cry, he thinks. And suddenly more tears come running down.