one of those deals where I write you things

[meitachi]

HEADACHEY AND TIRED OF BEING UNABLE TO WRITE. KILLING TIME UNTIL THE NEW H50 TONIGHT.

GIVE ME A FANDOM AND A PROMPT (PAIRING OPT'L AS ALWAYS) AND I'LL WRITE YOU SOMETHING, 100-500 WORDS LONG. K/J-POP, H50, INCEPTION, ANIMANGA, WHATEVER. GO.



(P.S. DON'T FORGET TO REQUEST AN XMAS CARD IF YOU WANT ONE.)

Comments

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

SNSD AU

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"This is the stupidest undercover op ever," Yuri complains, hands on her hips.

"I don't think it's so bad," says Jessica.

"I'm shocked," Yoona says dryly. She grins when Jessica shoots her a wounded look. "C'mon, Sica, all the boys are falling all over you. How could you not love it?" She knocks her shoulders against Jessica who covers her mouth as she dissolves into acknowledging giggles.

Yuri sighs at them and turns back to the full-length mirror, adjusting her cropped top. "I want my gun," she says mournfully. "There's no way to hide a holster in this uniform."

It's true: the cheerleader's uniform is tiny as God and man intended, with plenty of bared skin and no room to hide much of anything.

"I don't know," says Sunny, tying a ribbon into her ponytail. "I kind of like our makeshift pompoms." The ones they have hidden retractable switchblades into. As the agents most often sent out into the field, they have to make do, even when the "field" is a high school with an aardvark as the mascot. An aardvark with a killing streak that has the bosses at SM twitchy and displeased. So here they are, undercover, armed and ready to kill in bouncy school colors.

Yoona hands over a pair of silvery long needles that Sunny tucks carefully into her hair. Jessica reaches over and tugs Sunny's skirt up a little bit.

Sunny loves her job.

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

CHEKHOV IS A NERDY GROUPIE WHO GETS BACKSTAGE PASSES TO HIS FAVOURITE INDIE BAND'S GIG AND MEETS HIS BASS PLAYING IDOL SULU

[emeraldcrystal.livejournal.com]

THIS. ♥

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

jessica and tiffany have been bffs all their life, fany has always been boy crazy, it's the last year of high school; the moment sica realizes she's ~in love with tiffany~

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

insert the h50 prompt of your dreams

[meiface.livejournal.com]

Danny says, "I have a date," and Chin says, "Cool, man," and Kono says, "Have a good time," and Danny thinks it's awesome that his team is supportive but not overly meddlesome or prying.

But then the next day he comes in and when Kono asks him how his date went and he talks about the flowers and the food and how he kissed her good night, Kono's eyebrows fly up and Danny goes, "What? What is that look? You have something to say, just say it." But Kono shakes her head and says, "Sorry, none of my business, I was just-- confused."

And when he finally pries it out of her (because he's a detective and he's good at investigating things like that), he finds out she thought he was going on a date with Steve and isn't that just the most ridiculous thing in the world? "He's sleeping with-- We're partners-- no, not like that, where did you even get that idea?" And Kono shakes her head and apologizes, says she got the wrong impression, whatever, they move on. Danny tries to let it go.

But the thing is, he can't. His brain keeps circling back to how preposterous the entire idea is and how utterly fucked up McGarrett is as a human being anyway-- But he can't be totally unfair, he has to acknowledge that the man has his good points too. He's always been great about Grace and that time with the ex-SEAL and his daughter and Meka's funeral-- All right, so the man's not a complete waste of space, whatever, that doesn't mean Danny would ever-- He's not even into men!

Okay, okay, that's not totally truthful either, but this is all really beside the point because Danny isn't interested in Steve McGarrett, partner, commander, whatever. Bane of his existence.

Then Steve comes back from his solo jaunt onto the mainland for some reason or other and Danny starts noticing things, starts thinking "what if" in the back of his brain, and this is all Kono's fault. Fuck.

Fuck.



(and there is more and whatever but i'm not writing it IT IS ALL JUST AWESOME AND IN MY HEAD. but you don't even caaare.)

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

sunny and jessica talk about their respective girlcrushes

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"Taeyeon," Sunny says, propping her head up on the giant pillow. Her voice is wistful and Jessica is the opposite of surprised. Who didn't see that one coming? As the two oldest girls in the group, they've always been best friends, playful and laughing together, trusting each other with their secrets and fears. Jessica's not jealous, really, she has her own best friends, her own confidants... She twirls a lock of hair and smiles a little as Sunny's eyes refocus onto her.

"So!" And the enthusiastic voice is back, as sunny as her name. "What about you, Sica? If you could date any of the members?"

She pulls her fingers through her hair, stalling. "Umm." Like she doesn't have a ready answer, someone she has always envied a little, admired a lot, who is buoyant and sexy and adorable and confident in who she is and what she wants. Someone who is sprawled over her bed right now in a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts, hair wrapped up in a bun high on her head and dark eyes blinking up at her, blissfully ignorant as she waits for Jessica's answer.

Jessica untangles her fingers from her hair and ducks her head a little, affecting shyness. "Fany, of course."

A bright little laugh. "Of course!" Sunny rolls over onto her back, still beaming up at Jessica. "You two have always been so close. That's so cute, Sica!"

Jessica smiles dutifully.

"Ahh, look at us," Sunny sighs, making a little moue of discontent. "Both of us, pining after our best friends. We're pathetic, aren't we?" She stretches out her arm and links her fingers with Jessica's, squeezing a little. "Don't worry, Sica, you'll always have me."

She stays silent but her smile warms a degree, and she squeezes back.

It's not the same, but it's something.

[cherrybina.livejournal.com]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, pink ♥

[meiface.livejournal.com]

There's a trend that Eames is starting to pick up on, one that makes him curious. Eames is a people-watcher, has to be for the job, so he's seen it all: the good, bad, ugly, and bizarre. It takes something special to really hook his interest these days and damn if the way Arthur flushes pink doesn't just draw him in.

It's not like Arthur doesn't sweat like the rest of them, doesn't flush from the exertion of the job; he's human, in the end, even in the dreams. But this particular flush starts low on Arthur's throat, warm against his neck and collarbone and edging underneath the wide-open collar of his shirt. It's a rare sight, rare enough that Eames pays attention every time he sees it, until he starts noticing the pattern.

There's a thing Eames does, a nervous habit if you will, a sort of way to ground himself during the job; he picked it up a year or two ago, in Croatia maybe or Romania. Doesn't matter now, really, here in Rio: here it's sticky hot and Eames is running his thumb over his gun, smooth metal of his Browning under his fingers as he runs through plans A through G in his head. He's thinking, he's focused, and Arthur's staring at his hands, pink around the edges and Eames is sharp enough to notice.

Arthur flicks his eyes away as soon as Eames looks up, mouth flattening and brows furrowing. Arthur, Eames thinks with a little curl of contempt, a delicious edge to the interest piquing under his skin, is a piece of work.


(After the job, he decides. Maybe after the next one. It won't do to confront him now.)

[celerywench.livejournal.com]

KYUHYUN AND ZHOUMI REUNION!!! ~SEEING EACH OTHER AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME~

[meiface.livejournal.com]

Kyuhyun slams Zhou Mi into the wall and scowls at him as Zhou Mi makes a pained little sound and flails his arms at the door until it's shut. He shoots Kyuhyun a wounded look.

Kyuhyun ignores it. "It's been a week since I've seen you," he mutters. "While you were frolicking around China."

"I don't frolic," protests Zhou Mi.

Kyuhyun glares.

"I missed you too, you know," says Zhou Mi, giving in instantly. He peers down at Kyuhyun, eyes soft, and brings a hand up to cup Kyuhyun's face. "But we're going to be rehearsing for the concerts now. You'll see me every day, Kuixian."

Kyuhyun relents a little, tension easing out of his shoulders as he turns his face into Zhou Mi's palm and presses a kiss there. Zhou Mi smiles, tiny but bright, a fierce little glitter in his eyes.

"Every day," he promises, and Kyuhyun leans up to kiss him.

[celerywench.livejournal.com]

H50 DATE NIGHT WITH GRACE TAGGING ALONG!

[black-goose.livejournal.com]

touches this post creepily

siwon/sungmin, AU, "I thought crushes like this stopped after high school"

[meiface.livejournal.com]

Siwon can't remember the last time he laughed so hard, the last he spent so long smiling. He feels like he's five and his parents bought him a soccer ball and it was every dream come true. He feels like he's twelve and the prettiest girl in school has just told him she likes him, all shy ducked head and pristine white knee socks. He feels like the first time his father smiled at him and told him he was proud, told him he knew Siwon would live up to expectations with the family business.

Like that, but a thousand times more, and the feeling doesn't stop.

Sungmin's licking ice cream off his spoon, tiny pink kitten tongue against the lime green plastic and vanilla. Siwon looks because he can, bumps his knee against Sungmin's under the table because he's allowed.

"What?" says Sungmin, like he doesn't know, eyes dancing under the sweep of his lashes. "Want a taste?"

Siwon lets Sungmin feed him a bite of ice cream and doesn't care if anyone else in the shop is staring. It doesn't matter. He's young, rich, successful, handsome - and none of it matters when Sungmin's hand is closed around his wrist, a loose warm hold that is just this side of intimate, and Sungmin's lips are curved in that smile that means he's happy.

"I thought crushes like this stopped after high school," Sungmin told Siwon two months ago, embarrassed and unsure. "I'm stupid with how happy you make me."

Siwon set out to prove that happiness isn't just a fleeting thing, a memory of fleeting golden youth to be cherished. It's something they can have now, he said, and Sungmin didn't believe him then but he let Siwon try. And now, now Sungmin is laughing as they finish up their ice cream, smiling as they leave, leaning his head on Siwon's shoulder as they go.

Happiness is everything he has right here.

[celerywench.livejournal.com]

EAMES HAS A NEW BFF(*COUGH* CIA AGENT!CHRIS PINE*COUGH*) AND ARTHUR IS JEALOUS!!

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

YES

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

zhou mi is a hot bitch, no one else matters

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"ZHOU MI WO AI NI," screams a legion of signs in front of the arena. There's another two hours until they'll be allowed in and the lines look endless. The reporter for CCTV shakes her head. These teenage girls. She'll never understand their obsessive culture.

She approaches one holding a LED lightboard decorated with Chinese characters and hearts. "Could I interview you?" she asks and the girl perks up.

"Are you excited about the concert?" she asks the fan.

"Yes, so excited. I've been here since six this morning. I can't wait to see Zhou Mi be amazing!"

Well, the enthusiasm is certainly not flagging. She notes down the answer. "And do you think all these fans are a sign of Super Junior's success in overseas markets?"

The fan blinks at her. "Sorry, who?"

"...Super Junior?" The reporter checks her notes. "This is Super Junior's Super Show III concert, right?"

"I don't know," the girl says dismissively. "I'm jutt here for Zhou Mi."

"Me too," pipes up the next girl in line.

"Me three!"

"Me four!"

"Are any of you here to see Super Junior?" the reporter asks desperately.

"I spend the entire time waiting for Zhou Mi's solo," the original girl says. "Honestly, just one solo! And only two performances with the group? That's ridiculous. They should give him more songs. He's so talented."

"So talented," the other girls agree. "Zhou Mi," they sigh collectively. "I love him. He's the only one that matters."

("And sometimes Kyuhyun," the first girl allows. "Because Zhou Mi loves him and he has the intelligence to appreciate Zhou Mi like the rest of us.")

[taylormercury.livejournal.com]

donghae/henry AU. WHATEVER. FUN.

[meiface.livejournal.com]

Henry's Mandarin has gotten exponentially better while Donghae's has gotten exponentially worse with disuse. It doesn't matter that Henry can barely speak Korean and Donghae can barely speak English. Words aren't the language that bridge them when Donghae's shoving Henry into a tiny closet, breathless with laughter as they try to hush each other, blood pounding in their ears.

Jonghyun is going to be furious, Henry thinks gleefully, and the best part is that he can't even take it out on them, not when Donghae's his hyung and sunbae. Sometimes Koera's ridiculous hierarchy plays to his favor.

It's dark in the closet and Henry bangs his elbow against something that clatters. Donghae clutches his elbow. "Shh," he whispers right into Henry's ear, a puff of air that makes Henry shiver.

"You shh," Henry retorts in his own whisper, too gleeful from riding the high of their prank to care about how stupid his reply is. Whatever, he's not fluent in Korean, no one can expect snappy comebacks.

Donghae pushes at him playfully, a warm hand against his side. Henry shoves back a little harder, feels the thud of Donghae's shoulder against a -- shelf, or something, something that makes Donghae let out a little oof of pain. "Aissh," Donghae says and Henry leans in close, to feel the heat of Donghae's chest against his, the solid muscle pressed tight against him.

"Jerk," and that's one word Henry knows with easy familiarity in Korean, dripping in affection. He grins against Donghae's mouth.

"Fucker," he says, because Donghae doesn't curse often but he loves it when Henry does it. It always brings a little flash to his eyes, makes him curl in closer, tilting his hips so Henry fits between his thighs, until Henry tips his head down and Donghae bites at his lower lip, mischievous.

[transitorial.livejournal.com]

I'm feeling nostalgic today, so maybe some HikaGo? Prompt: nostalgia. /copout

[meiface.livejournal.com]

May 5 was hard for Hikaru every year, but it wasn't the only day that left him missing Sai. Sometimes it was August, or October, or the twinkling lights of Christmas that Hikaru remembered Sai being so enchanted by.

"They're beautiful," he'd said, lights reflected back in his shining eyes.

Only Hikaru had ever seen him. Only Hikaru remembered that look of joy.

It felt like yesterday, sometimes, close enough to touch. It'd been years in reality, almost a decade now. Hikaru wondered when he'd grown up, when he'd left "childhood" behind for something else - whatever this was now, fumbling at being an adult. He didn't feel like an adult. Adults knew what they were doing and Hikaru thought he could do with a road map or two, a detailed instruction list, a ghost whispering answers in his ear.

He rubbed his face, warming up his chilled skin. It was hard being grown up. Not knowing where to go. Years without Sai, trying to make it on his own.

The door slid open behind him. A moment later, Akira settled onto the balcony beside him, arms pressed along his. Hikaru glanced at him and Akira smiled, quiet and sedate. He didn't say a word but turned to look out into the night lights, hair swinging gently against his shoulders.

Hikaru watched the lights of the city dance in his eyes and thought back to when he'd first met Akira, a decade ago.

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. Maybe not so alone, he thought. Sai.

[moleskinned.livejournal.com]

Inception, Arthur/Eames, FLAME WAR :D

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"Did you know flamethrowers are more legal than marijuana?" Eames asked conversationally.

"Watch where you're aiming that thing," is all Arthur says.

"Seriously," says Eames, and he's really not any more careful with the fucking flamethrower in his hands, "exactly how backwards is your country?"

Arthur empties his clip at the onslaught of projections and mutters, "Fuck."

Eames helpfully swings his flamethrower around and Arthur has to do a quick two-step to the left to avoid an unattractive singe on his face. "I said watch it," he growls.

"You know what else is more legal than marijuana?" Eames asks, obligingly turning his back to Arthur.

Arthur dumps his gun and bites his lip, concentrating. He conjures up a flamethrower of his own just as the ground lurches beneath his feet, throwing him into Eames. A nearby building crumbles, but the projections don't stop.

"A tank," says Eames.

"What?" says Arthur as he blazes two projections at once.

"More legal than marijuana."

"I could use a tank right now," says Arthur, because the projections just keep coming.

"What? Not having fun?" Eames beams at him and Arthur thinks the man is seriously fucked in the head. Then an arm is wrapped around his middle, jerking him backwards behind the safety of a wall as Eames produces a grenade out of nowhere, pulls the pin with his teeth, and tosses it into the crowd of hostile projections.

"Hand grenades," he says, as if Arthur honestly cares. "Also more legal than marijuana." His grin's all teeth as Edith Piaf swells in the background and Arthur doesn't know if he wants to punch him in the face or turn his flamethrower on him. Either way, they've bought enough time.

"Thank you, Mr. Eames, for the information, " he says drolly and Eames just laughs at the expression on his face.

"The more you know, darling."

[konnistique.livejournal.com]

In light of HP, let's have some fun! Harry/Hermione. Prompt: Ron. /giggles.

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"I'm not doing it."

"You're a fucking coward, Harry James Potter."

"You can full-name me all you want, Hermione, I'm not doing it." Harry shakes his head vehemently.

Hermione huffs and crosses her arms.

"How on earth you were sorted into Gryffindor, I've no idea."

"I saved us from the Dark Lord. Charged willingly into my death and came back to life. Shall I go on?"

Hermione does not look impressed.

"You survived Voldemort twice - well, more than that, if you count all the attempts he made throughout our years at Hogwarts - and now you can't even face your best friend?"

Harry nodded. "Right. You've got it in one, Hermione. Always knew you were brilliant."

"You would've gotten nowhere without me," she allows and preens a little bit. Then she returns to glaring.

"Nope, not doing it." Back to shaking his head.

"Harry--" Now she's exasperated, uncrossing her arms and making pleading eyes at him. "Come on, don't be like this. It's not that bad--" She bites her lip and glances at him through her lashes, considering. "I...could make it worth your while?"

Harry smiles, quick and bright. Leans forward to kiss her. "Nope," he murmurs against her mouth.

Hermione sighs.

"Merlin's balls and y-fronts," Ron explodes, throwing the door to the room open and pelting foil packets at the couple sitting on the bed. "Here! Have some bloody condoms. No one has to ask me anything! Put up a silencing spell and get at it! Let a bloke catch a fucking nap." He shakes his head as he laves them flustered and speechless.

Harry's bright red as he meets Hermione's equally embarrassed gaze. "Let's say next time we keep tabs on our own stock so we don't run out, yeah?"

She laughs in agreement and leans in for another kiss.

[2naonh3-cl2.livejournal.com]

You know what I want. :D Chin/Danny, sweaters. ;)

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"You don't own a single sweater?" Danny asked in disbelief.

Chin spread his hands. "I live in Hawaii, brah."

"Why do people keep saying that to me," Danny muttered. He tugged on his tie. "Okay, okay, I'll take mine to-- Goodwill or something. You got Goodwill here, right?"

Chin laughed at him. "I can't believe you even brought sweaters with you."

"Hey, hey man, don't do that to me. I just threw everything I owned into some boxes and followed my daughter to this hell--" He waves his hands in an emphatic gesture even as he rephrases. "This pineapple-infested rock in the middle of the ocean." Not a total hellhole, he'll admit.

His change of phrasing doesn't escape Chin, who grins. "C'mon, I'll help you sort it out."

And they set to attacking Danny's numerous untouched boxes, all crammed with things he hasn't touched since arriving on O'ahu. He hadn't exactly been set to stay, initially, and then he just got-- busy. Spending time with Grace and getting shot at every day sort of takes priority over unpacking clothes. His life. Danny shakes his head.

An hour in and they're sweating because it's the rainy season in Hawaii (when the fuck isn't it raining, Danny wants to know, seriously), and it's hot and sticky and damp. Danny actually tosses his tie, rolls up his sleeves, unbuttons his shirt most of the way. Chin just peels his entire t-shirt off.

Danny eyes him, the definition of his pectorals and abdomen, golden tan skin that disappears into a pair of worn navy shorts.

Huh. Well, guess there are some perks to this infernal weather.

(And he discovers a few more when he gets to slide his hands up that sweat-slick skin later, gasping in the humidity, sweaters forgotten as they tumble over the bed.)

[cobweb-diamond.livejournal.com]

arthur/eames, drag

or

arthur/eames, groupies

or

harry/draco, spies

[meiface.livejournal.com]

"Out of my way," says a total asshole who elbows his way in front of Arthur.

"Excuse you," Arthur says tightly, elbowing right back. "Asshole."

The guy glances back at him and Arthur hates his face on sight. Stupidly attractive, sure, but one of those people who think they're entitled to everything in life. Like being front of the line for the meet and greet Arthur fucking pulled teeth for. It's not every day he can afford a backstage pass to meet Robert Fischer.

Jesus, just the thought of him being right in front of Arthur in five or so minutes, within touching distance. Arthur feels a bit faint. He's not about to let some douchebag get in his way.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, darling," oh my god Arthur wants to punch him in the face, what is that smug attitude, "I'm a roadie. I'm setting up."

And he ducks right under the stupid rope and Arthur is torn between hating him even more - he probably gets to talk to Fischer, Jesus Mary and Joseph, and the envy is thick in Arthur's mouth - and being wretched with mortification. What if the guy decides that Arthur's an ass and fucks with his chance to meet Fischer? What if, god, somehow lets Fischer know about the skinny dweeb at the front of the line who doesn't deserve any of his time? "Sorry," he gasps out, half-unwillingly. It doesn't come out pretty. "I'm just-- Excited."

God, now he sounds fourteen and desperate.

The guy just grins at him, condescending. "Number one fan, huh? Don't worry, you'll have your moment. Name's Eames, by the way, if you want to bitch to someone about your treatment. Fischer wants his fans to have a good experience and all."

Arthur just stares after him as the guy - Eames - disappears into the crowd of people in black t-shirts with a little two fingered salute.



Later, fumbling for coherency in front of Fischer (who is shaking his hand and Arthur is so done with feeling knock-kneed and preteen, he really is), he blurts out Eames's name. Fischer looks startled, but then a grin spreads slow across his gorgeous face.

"Yeah?" he says. "Eames, great guy. Thanks for coming, Arthur." And when Arthur gets his signed CD back, he nearly passes out to find a phone number with it.

Turns out it's not Robert Fischer's number, but Eames's. Turns out Robert Fischer, rock god and millionaire, is something of a matchmaker.

The rest of it's a long story Arthur still can't fully wrap his brain around, a year later and sprawled naked in Eames's bed as dawn creeps through the blinds, highlighting a slice of Eames's cheek.

[moleskinned.livejournal.com]

CAN I HAVE SOME HARRY/RON/HERMIONE PORN PLEASE.

[meiface.livejournal.com]

(I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THIS. I HAVEN'T WRITTEN PORN IN FOREVER AND EVER AND ALSKGHDDF UGH OH GOD /o\)


Hermione gasps as Harry slams his hips into hers, a sound smothered as Ron leans over Harry's shoulder and seals his mouth over hers. Harry's left the one panting into the quiet of the room, arms straining where he's pressed his hands on the bed, framing Hermione between them. Ron's hips drag backwards, agonizingly slow, a burn that shoots up Harry's spine and wrenches a cry from his throat, and it chokes off when Ron slides back in fast and hard. Hermione's hand is hot and slick as she fumbles around Harry's balls, fingers pressing unskilled, learning. That's Hermione all right, Harry thinks behind the blinding heat in his head, picking up her technical knowledge from books but improvising in the field when she needs to. She adapts when she has to, as intuitive as Ron and Harry are but with the bonus of having the backlog of detailed information.

She pulls her mouth away from Ron's and presses it against Harry's throat, his pulse. Wet and red as she sucks at his skin, and Harry closes his own mouth against the fingers Ron thrusts into his mouth. His blood throbs hot. Ron pushes against him, harder, and Harry pushes into Hermione in return, and there's nothing like this, this feeling of being connected to the two most important people in his life, two people who understand him more than anyone else--

The burn starts in the small of his back and Harry's making helpless noises against Ron's fingers and it ends with Hermione arching into him and Ron groaning into his ear, entangled like they'll never be taken apart as Harry loses himself between the only people who know him well enough to find him again.

[jibrailis.livejournal.com]

H50, sunburn!

[emeraldcrystal.livejournal.com]

H50: Steve and Danny accidentally get married and while they're trying to sort out a divorce, shenanigans occur!

[meiface.livejournal.com]

JFC THIS IS LIKE AN EPIC PROMPT HOW CAN I DO IT JUSTICE :(

I WILL TRY IN A BIT?

/COOKS DINNER

[starflower135.livejournal.com]

Heechul/Hangeng: Angst overload (Heechul pining after Hangeng)

[starflower135.livejournal.com]

After Hangeng died before Heechul could take back and apologize for the harsh words he said when Hangeng left

[herocountry.livejournal.com]

eunhae, donghae gets cancer and doesn't tell eunhyuk until it's too late

[meiface.livejournal.com]

Eunhyuk hates the way everyone is looking at him, pity in their eyes. They're so careful, so sad, when they hold him and brush his hair back. "Hyukjae," Eeteuk says and Eunhyuk pushes him away, pushes them all away because they knew and they didn't tell him. He resents them all for it; hates them all for it.

They knew why he hasn't seen Donghae in months, let him believe it was because of activities in China, led him blindly in this lie. Until it's too late. Until it's all fucking too late.

Because Donghae's not in China, and Donghae's not even in the hospital anymore. Donghae's gone, somewhere Eunhyuk can't follow, and he didn't even get to fucking say goodbye, because people thought they were protecting him.

He hates them all.

He hates Donghae most of all, who never said a word. Who never tried.

Who left him behind.



(The truth was that Donghae had witnessed a crime that implicated not only the Korean mafia but the Hong Kong triad and the Japanese yakuza. He was promptly swept into custody of the witness protection program and life as he knew it ended. He had a new life now, in Los Angeles, and if he ever thought of Korea-- Well. He didn't speak of it.)

[celerywench.livejournal.com]

IT'S NOT SEX UNTIL SOMEBODY FALLS OFF THE BED.

Run free with the pairing, you know what I like~

[papered.livejournal.com]

SECONDS THIS PROMPT!

[kitsune-jade.livejournal.com]

Ohno Satoshi x G-Dragon - 7 colored phrase ^^;;

[meiface.livejournal.com]

askldh Cris/Kaká icon, adorable! But also, um, I feel awful but I really am not up to date at all with Ohno or GD. Do you have any other fandom or prompt in mind?

[suxing.livejournal.com]

[meiface.livejournal.com]

/twirls ♥♥ it's probably better this way because I am sort of running out of gas on writing these anyway. ;__; Will try to work on more H50 ones at least but for now... Time to read!