augmenti | misc.; kpopsficmeme 11 drabbles.

i just realized i wrote all crossovers for this round, hahaha♥ thanks for stopping by!

don’t keep your music on shuffle.; #
Jaejin/key, ‘91 line.

Jaejin is a massive nerd, and Kibum knows this. But he also knows that he’s a very good kisser as well. And even better at sex, which is an awkward break to the stereotype that “all nerds are virgins” because, as Jaejin goes down on him in his own bed, slipping fingers into his ass as he licks the head of his cock, Jaejin is good. Very good, he thinks, as he grips his shoulders hard and jerks his hips immediately.

Almost so good, that he doesn’t quite believe it when the sexy Ke$ha music is replaced by “GO GO POWER RANGERS!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He asks, as Jaejin almost bites his dick off in surprise. He picks his head up and wipes off his open mouth, raising an eyebrow.

“What?” He’s obviously pretending he doesn’t hear it.

“This song,” Kibum glares as he feels his cock going limp. “What the fuck.”

Jaejin has the grace to look guilty. “I like it, okay.”

The next song to play is the pokemon theme, and Kibum throws Jaejin’s laptop out the window.

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Super girl; #
Jiyeon/iu

The coffee beside Jieun’s her keyboard was growing cold as she typed, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She paused, hovering over the enter key for a moment before she finally pressed it with a definite ‘clack.’

She picked up her coffee and took a sip, making a face when she realized that it was cold. She rested her chin on her hand. Her im’s someone she knew only as super-girl93 to were turning sappier and sappier, and she wasn’t sure if this was a problem or not. But when she said things like how much she wanted to tell them that they loved her, she figured it was a problem. Her stomach did little flip-flops as her computer dinged back a reply.

Supergirl93: what’s your real name?

She froze, frowning. She was only known as marshmallow on the Internet, and she’d never known Supergirl as anything besides that, or supes, which she liked to call her. She froze over the keyboard.

“Jieun,” she replied, and nervously tapped her fingers against the j and f key’s.

“I’m Jiyeon.” Was the response, and she figured it was fitting. Jiyeon was a strong name, a good name, and it was a perfect fit for the one she thought she knew from the other end.

“I want to shout your name from rooftops,” Jiyeon wrote, and Jieun froze, unsure of what to reply. “Is that too forward?”

She bit her lip, adjusted her glasses. She took another drink from her cup and grimaced. But when she replied, she felt like she could be walking on air.

“I’d like that,” she responded, and closed her eyes, thinking if she listened hard enough, she might just hear Jiyeon shouting her name.

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The end of the world (as we know it); #;
Jiyeon/iu.

The world on the other side of the bedroom door was bleak, with streaks of fire burning holes in the sky and creatures that were still dressed in rumpled and torn clothing that looked remarkably like an outfit they pulled on in the morning. As though they were normal anymore. As though they were still human. But they weren’t, because as far as they knew, there were only two people left in the world and that was the two of them; just Jiyeon and her, Jieun. She’d say they were utterly screwed except Jiyeon was a superhero or something, and somehow they managed to survive as long as they had, holed up in an apartment complex that was quickly running out of provisions.

Provisions, as though they were in the army. As though they hadn’t just a week ago been high school girls, worried about the midterm exams coming up, or worried about whether she’s going to trip in P.E again, or whether or not she should tell Jiyeon that she really, really likes her a lot more than as a friend.

She thought of Sunyoung then, who shoved them out the classroom door just as the teacher sprang over the desk and sank his teeth into Sunyoung’s neck. She could see so vividly how she screamed as her neck cracked in his grip, could remember the drool and blood that dripped out of her limp body as she died just as she recalled the sick crack as her friend raised her head again, even before she processed that her friend was dead, her eyes bloodshot and lips quivering as she parted them as thought to speak an having nothing come out but a moan.

She barely remembered the tears, or the screaming, or how Jiyeon somehow managed to pull them both out of the school-turned-hell-house and all the way to her apartment way up on the thirteenth floor. The thirteenth, like it was some sort of curse of bad luck, or something.

She didn’t remember anything after Jiyeon bolted the door and barricaded it, except that she woke up three hours later to a hand brushing her bangs out of her face and touching her forehead with a wet towel. And that had been the beginning of the end of the world, as far as Jieun knew. Because there was nothing on TV and the only thing on the radio was the faint buzz of static that was their only companion besides themselves, because Jiyeon had seen too many zombie movies to think that they could live without a radio to give them input when it came.

Jieun’s whimper caught in her throat as she tried to swallow it like a first shot, burning and numbing its way down to her gut where it would warm in a pool in her stomach as she gagged on the leftover taste. She could hear zombies scratching at the door, like a really huge rat. Only this rat was going to break through the door, eventually, and they were both going to die, then.

“Hey,” Jiyeon murmured, sitting next to her on the couch and touching her knee. Jiyeon’s hand on her knee, her fingers rubbing the rough skin, slipping over the fine hairs and the crescent shaped scar that Jieun had received when she was a child after tripping over stairs. She raised her head, saw the cast iron pan held loosely in her other hand, slightly touching the floor. It was as lax as she’d seen Jiyeon while awake.

She knew that Jiyeon was no liar. She could tell, from the way she looked straight in her eyes when she spoke to her and the way her hand tightened over hers. She could tell by the way her voice never wavered when it whispered, “everything’s going to be alright.”

She found it hard to believe, even as the scratching subsided. If they were quiet enough, they’d learned that eventually the zombies would go somewhere else, at least for a little while. Sometimes she watched them mill around from the security camera in the entrance hall. She stared at their blank faces, the drool leaking out of the corner of their mouths, their skin, taught and greasy, like they hadn’t slept or bathed in weeks. She thought of how she’d eventually be one of them, and how nothing could possibly be okay, ever again.

Jiyeon just squeezed her hand tighter, like Jieun’s mom used to. Jiyeon seemed to have grown years in the span of the week. “I promise,” she whispered, and touched her forehead to Jieun’s, until she could see all the little sparks of gold and brown in with the darks. Jiyeon’s eyes were really beautiful, she couldn’t help but think, beautiful an warm, even if they had a hard, desperate edge to them that Jiyeon had been trying to hide from her all this time and fallen just short of succeeding. Jieun tightened her grip on her fingers, leaning forward until their lips met just slightly. She felt Jiyeon’s breath escape with a surprised sigh and brush her skin. She didn’t pull away, though, and that was a miracle bigger than any of the miracles so far.

“I know,” she whispered, and tightened her hold on the metal rod from the towel rack.

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