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IF HE FINDS OUT, HAHA. ;D

if!!!!!!!!!!

you should write angry sex now. bc ilu :3

Dongwoon is still in the shower when Jaejin hears the doorbell ringing.

Or no, actually, the running water stops right in the time, and he hears the bathroom door click open. He looks around and sees Dongwoon hurrying towards the room— to get changed obviously. Good thing too, because when Jaejin opens the door, Kibum is there, looking bored, but considerably lighting up when he sees Jaejin.

"I'm bored, let's hang out," he says, pushing past Jaejin and entering the apartment.

"I'm still pretty hungover from last night," Jaejin says, but he closes the door after Kibum.

Kibum waves a hand in the air, like it doesn't really matter, and he's there to stay. And then Dongwoon walks out of the bedroom, hair still wet and messy from his shower, and Kibum raises an eyebrow.

"Fucking hungover, huh?" he snaps, throwing Jaejin his patented scrutinizing look.

"My head hurts Kibum, don't do this now," Jaejin mumbles, walking past him and going straight to the kitchen to maybe find some pills for his worsening headache.

Kibum gives Dongwoon the look instead.

i already wrote you jongki, so this is just a bonus and doesn't count towards my 5 fills. 8D

Jonghun drives him insane, Hongki thinks. There is no other way to phrase it.

For one, it's not that the other man (and yes, they are men now, not young boys, something that Hongki can't help but stress every time) is always hovering over him, or even trying to get into every little aspect of his life— the problem is that Jonghun is always just there.

He expresses this to Jaejin one time, in confidence, but Jaein just looks at him like he is insane. Which he wholly blames Jonghun for.

"If it bugs you so much," Jaejin tells him, "then let Jonghyun-hyung know."

Hongki, of course, in true Hongki fashion, does not.

"Hongki, where are you going?" Jonghun will sometimes ask him, when he catches Hongki on his way out of the door.

"To party," Hongki answers one time, just to see what kind of reaction it would illicit from the other one.

Jonghun just raises an eyebrow at him, and laughs.

"Have fun," he admonishes with a smile.

This frustrates Hongki. He waits for the "Can I come with you?" or even the presumptuous "Let's go!" but they never come. It puzzles him— does Jonghun not want to spend time with him?

But okay, whatever, if Jonghun has his shit to do, he also has his own. Hongki shrugs, and nods at Jonghun as a good-bye, pulling the door open. He's not really going out to party anyway, he's just off to play some cideo games with Junhyung at the Beast dormitory.

Another thing that Jonghun does that bothers Hongki is when Hongki is out on his own, doing scheduled solo activities, he'd check his twitter and he'd find stupid Jonghun tweets that will make him snort, or laugh, or even just roll his eyes at the complete absurdity— but then their manager, or the director, or the PD will distract him with something, and then when he goes to check again, maybe even to send a reply, the tweet will be gone.

And then Hongki is never sure if it really was there or Jonghun really has just driven up a wall, making him hallucinate and imagine things.

"How do I tell Jonghun he's nuts?" Hongki asks Jang Geunsuk one time when he and Jonghun are both over the older man's house, hanging out and generally just messing around.

He is in Geunsuk's room, going through possible X-Box games they can play, while Jonghun is downstairs, in the kitchen, most likely buttering to Geunsuk's mother instead of just grabbing some snacks like he was supposed to do.

Geunsuk just laughs at Hongki's question. "I think you're the one who's nuts."

Hongki hates that secretly, he totally agrees.

But when they're together, nothing changes. Jonghun acts like everything is normal, like he isn't actively trying to push Hongki over the edge, so whatever, Hongki is cools, so he acts fittingly: carefree, too-cool-for-you, and generally exactly the same as he usually always is. Or at least would be, if he doesn't feel like he should be checking himself into an institution anytime soon.

"Is something wrong?" Hongki finally asks Jonghun.

They're overseas for a concert, and the two of them are sharing a room like they always do when they're not in Korea.

"I'm just thinking about tomorrow's performance," Jonghun answers.

Hongki frowns. "It's not right now I'm talking about," he says. "It's... in general."

There's a pause, a somewhat pregnant silence, and Hongki almost lets out a sigh of relief because maybe not all of it was just in his head after all. But—

"What are you saying?" Jonghun asks.

"Never mind," Hongki mutters, switching off the night lamp. "Good night."

And then it's dark in the room, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the window. There's only silence, and after a few minutes, Hongki thinks that Jonghun is probably sleeping already, which, for some reason really annoys him. Luckily, their twin beds are close enough that if Hongki moves close to the edge and angles himself right, he can probably reach Jonghun and poke him with his feet.

Unfortunately, what Hongki wants to give Jonghun is not a simple poke, but a hard kick, and when he attempts this, he topples off his bed, and falls with a loud thud on the floor. He hears the lamp switch click, and then there's light again, and Jonghun is laughing at him.

"What happened?" Jonghun asks, barely understandable, what with the accompanying snorts and uncontrollable laughter.

Hongki glares at him, and then he retaliates the only way he knows how— he pounces on Jonghun, tackling him, and somehow maneuvering them into a position where he had Jonghun caught in a headlock. Jonghun is still laughing though, so Hongki presses his knee against Jonghun's back.

"Stop!" Jonghun shrieks, still shaking from the laughter that he's trying to contain.

"Stop laughing first!" Hongki demands, but he's starting to laugh as well.

"I'll try! I'll try!" Jonghun exclaims.

And then Hongki couldn't help himself either, finally loosening his hold on Jonghun as he bursts into a fit of laughter.

"You scream like a girl," he tells Jonghun, shoving him to one side of the bed, still giggling a little as he gathers Jonghun's cover sheets, pulling them over him as he lies down on the bed.

"Whatever," Jonghun says, tugging at the sheets back, falling back on the bed as well.

They're lying side by side, squished together on a single bed, and for a minute, there is only the sound of their breathing as they try to regain air.

"I miss this," Jonghun says, breaking the quiet.

"Miss what?" Hongki asks.

"Us," Jonghun answers. "Just us like this."

Hongki snorts and playfully elbows him lightly. "You sound fucking cheesy."

Jonghun shrugs, all seriousness, with suddenly no trace of humor at all. Hongki turns his head to look at Jonghun's profile.

"But I guess I do too," Hongki mumbles before turning to look the other way and quickly switching the light off again.

"Let's go on a ski trip together this winter," Jonghun says.

Hongki suddenly remembers, one of the tweets he'd wanted to reply to previously was Jonghun wondering about a winter ski trip. He was going to say "of course, you idiot," but then it had disappeared, so Hongki just forgot about it, or at least he tried not to think about it.

"Of course, you idiot," Hongki says, trying to suppress a smile.

At least he gets to say the words out loud now.

oh myyyyyy god this is so perfect. i love everything about it. THE PLAYFULLNESS, hongki's thinking that he's going insane and geunsuk agreeing (which is so true btw akjfsklaj;fj) and jonghun's...jonghun-ness omg. i am in love, is this love? i love your writing and i love them and i hope we never stop doing this kind of stuff, eeek. i also love how hongki seems to just sort of forget about the tweets but they still stick in his mind, and aaah, i love love love this so much i can't say it enough ;___;

AND i also love how perfectly hongki tries SO HARD to be normal when it's actually eating him up and how he wishes that jonghun would talk to him all the while that jonghun wishes hongki would do something with him and i can't believe how perfectly this is, you write hongki so well, omggg ;___;♥♥♥

i'm glad you like it \o/

i just really wanted to write something from hongki's pov, because we're always writing from jonghun's side (obvs because we are so fucking biased), and i'm always making hongki to be such an ass-- which he can obviously be, but there is more to him and i wanted to show that! :(

i love it! \o/

lol i know what you mean! for some reason to me, jonghun's always been easier to write than hongki, maybe it's because the dynamic of how...odd hongki is so interesting from jonghun's pov because it bothers him sooo much. but then hongki's so interesting that i don't want to dull him down by writing as him and getting him wrong? but THIS WILL BE MY CHALLENGE TOO because i still need to write mine loooooool #orz i'm so proud of you bby! you wrote jongki and no one was drunk or anything! \o/

lol shit, i write them drunk/hungover so much i feel like i'm starting to make them seem like alkies. ...although now i kind of want fti fic where they're all in aa or sth. err. /o\

hahhahahaha omg aa fti fic yes pls omgggg

set in this universe (http://firequakes.livejournal.com/9763.html).

Qri has noticed that Hwayoung has a habit of sneaking out of the room at night, when they're all supposed to be asleep. She doesn't do it every day, but she does do it repeatedly, a few times every month.

"Where are you going?" Qri asks her.

She says it in a low whisper, but it's loud enough for Hwayoung to hear, and make her stop in her tracks.

"Uh," Hwayoung has no answer. She drops her hand that was already on the door knob, about to turn it.

Qri sits up and stares at her. "You know we're not supposed to go anywhere alone at night. Especially at this hour."

Hwayoung looks down and bites her lip, and Qri sighs, feeling just a little bit sorry for her. Hwayoung is new, and she still hasn't adjusted to their way of life properly; she knows that the younger girl had a sister, but now here she is stuck with a bunch of strangers, and Qri thinks she probably feels mostly lonely, even though she always has a smile on her face ready for anyone who will talk to her. Qri isn't sure she'd be able to do the same if she was in that position.

"You're lucky you're rooming with me," Qri says finally. "If you tell me where you always go, and what you do, I won't tell anyone about these late night get-aways."

Hwayoung's face lights up. "Do you want to come with me, unnie?"

Qri has no idea how or why she even said yes to begin with, but she did, and now she's sneaking out of the apartment quietly with Hwayoung, who is leading her down through the fire escape, instead of using the building's actual staircase, or more sensibly, the elevator.

"Why are we using this rickety escape?" Qri asks, voice still hushed.

"It's better if no one knows we even left the building in the first place," Hwayoung answers.

Qri frowns. "Why don't we just use your camouflage?"

Hwayoung's grip on Qri's hand tightens as she almost slips. "I still don't have that good a grasp on my powers," she answers. "The camouflage wavers if I try to cover for more than myself."

"Oh," Qri looks at her, still very carefully going down step by step. "You're working on that with Boram, right?"

Hwayoung nods, letting go of Qri's hand, steadying herself before she jumps the gap between the last step of the rickety escape and the concrete street.

Qri just stares at her after she does, and Hwayoung looks back at her with a grin. She holds out a hand, and says, "I'll help you, unnie, it's easy. Just jump. This is just one of the reasons why I told you to wear flats."

Qri scrapes her knee when she jumps, and Hwayoung is so very apologetic, but they hustle along anyway.

Hwayoung takes Qri to the high school, the one she attends every single day with Jiyeon. Jiyeon is always saying that they really shouldn't even bother, considering their circumstances, but Hwayoung once told Qri that she doesn't really mind— she likes the feeling of normalcy that school lends.

"The gate is locked," Qri says, pointing out the obvious.

Hwayoung just shrugs as she puts her hands together. "Step on them," she tells Qri. "Use them as a step. We're going to climb over."

She actually laughs out loud when Qri looks at her incredulously.

"Well?" Hwayoung says, even hunching over a little to make things easier for Qri.

Qri just snorts though, and shakes her head at Hwayoung, reaching through the bars to get a hold of the lock. She smiles a little at Hwayoung and gives her a quick wink, just as quickly injecting a tiny blast of energy into the lock and making it go—

"Poof!" Qri whispers straight into Hwayoung's ear.

"Oh. Right," Hwayoung giggles. "You can do that."

"So, what are we here for?" Qri asks.

They're on the rooftop of the school building, hands tangled together because neither of them thought of letting go after they walked through the building.

Hwayoung looks up at the sky. "It's a little cheesy but... the view of the full moon is best from here."

Qri follows her gaze, and when she sees what Hwayoung is looking at, her breath actually hitches a little. "Wow."

Hwayoung smiles. "It's even cornier, but the moon always makes me think of Hyoyoung."

Qri looks at her, waiting for an explanation.

"When we were little, we were always together," Hwayoung says. "You know, at that place. We shared a room with ten other children, but it was always just us two. Every time there was a full moon, we'd pretend our powers would double, and we'd make plans to escape."

"Did you have the same powers?" Qri asks.

Hwayoung shakes her head. "I can blend with the environment, but Hyoyoung was even better. She could be anyone or anything— she was a shapeshifter."

"Ah," Qri says.

Hwayoung smiles. "She was instrumental when we finally escaped. Except now I'm here, and she's still with them."

Qri squeezes her hand. "I'm sorry."

"Oh, unnie, don't worry about it," Hwayoung says, smiling at her. "You saved my life that day, when you found me."

Qri laughs. "You know I never knew there was this side to you, so sentimental and all."

Hwayoung snorts. "It's the full moon. You know it's supposed to make people go crazy, right?"

"You seem pretty sane to me," Qri retorts, elbowing her.

Hwayoung sticks her tongue out at Qri, who just laughs again.

"I meant what I said earlier, unnie," Hwayoung says softly, later when it's almost 3 in the morning, and they're in the safety of their bedroom again.

"I know," Qri answers, pulling on her covers and smiling to herself. "You're welcome."

HI MY NAME IS HONGKI AND I'M AN ALCOHOLIC.

HI, I'M JONGHUN AND I'M A HONGKIHOLIC. I MEAN ALCOHOLIC.

omg t-ara superpowers will forever and ever be my favorite ;_________;♥ i feel bad for hyoyoung still being stuck there but, aaah, i do love how hwayoung goes out to see the moon and eee, qri is so sweet, why is she like this♥♥

i love this so much bb omg ;____; ;___;♥♥♥

PRETTY MUCH THE BEST THING, EVER ALREADY

hyoyoung is with coed lmaooooo running and running and running away forever :( i just realised my wording is fucked up here haha, "them" is coed aka the other children they roomed with aka the others they escaped with. /o\

jaejin is seunghyun's sponsor. minhwan isn't really an alcoholic, but he works at the donut shop across the street from where the meetings occur.

I WAS HOPING THAT THE OTHER KIDS WERE CO-ED \O/

this may or may not be the future of this universe (http://firequakes.livejournal.com/7894.html).
dying idk how this came about i think it was my subconscious wanting to fuck with your mind as much as you fucked with mine /o\ THIS IS SO FAR OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.

"You look beautiful," are the first words out of Jieun's mouth when she and Jiyeon meet again after 4 years of not seeing each other. "You look so grown-up."

And Jieun thinks that Jiyeon really does look like a really beautiful, really gorgeous, really really elegant young woman now, and she feels small in comparison. She wonders why she even thought it would be a good idea to meet up with her high school roommate.

And then Jiyeon smiles at her, so bright and sincere, and Jieun remembers why Jiyeon was her favorite secret from high school.

"So do you, Jieunnie," Jiyeon says to her, pulling her into a tight hug. "I've missed you so much."

They go out and get dinner at a traditional Korean restaurant because it's what Jiyeon is craving for, and Jiyeon has always been the more enthusiastic one when it came to food so Jieun just goes along. They reminisce about high school— the teachers, their classmates, the actual classmates. Jiyeon even brings Youngbae up, which just makes Jieun laugh out really loud.

She isn't sure how to tell Jiyeon that she's not interested in Youngbae anymore, that there's no way she can ever be interested in anyone like Youngbae ever again. She's not even sure if she should tell Jiyeon that she likes girls now.

But then the topic jumps, and suddenly they're talking about college, and meeting new people in college. Jiyeon is so enthusiastic in relating her life, that it rubs off a little on Jieun and she gets excited herself talking about all the classes she took at her university.

"I really missed you," Jiyeon repeats at least a few more times during the night.

But there is never any mention about all the late night kisses from high school, ranging from soft and curious to eager and wanting so much more.

This is why Jieun has no idea how they got from that, to here, in her apartment (just three blocks away from the job she just got, teaching at an elementary school), Jiyeon half-drunk, with Jieun not entirely sober herself.

Jiyeon is standing really really close to her, and Jieun can smell the soju on her breath as she giggles uncontrollably, her hand going gently up and down Jieun's arm. Jieun is giggling herself, a little nervously, and she just really wants to bridge that one inch gap between their lips— maybe she can simply blame it on the alcohol the next day, instead of the fact that she's been dreaming of doing this again for the past four years now.

"Jieun," Jiyeon whispers.

"Mm," Jieun squeaks.

Then they're kissing, and it's even better than Jieun remembers. Jiyeon is nibbling at her lower lip, trying to gain her tongue some access into Jieun's mouth, which Jieun readily allows. Her breathing is heavy, and she can't believe that this is really happening.

"I missed you," Jiyeon repeats for what must be the hundredth time already that night.

"Me too," Jieun murmurs, her fingers nimbly unbuttoning Jiyeon's blouse— maybe she is actually more sober than she thinks she is, if she can still patiently do this.

Jieun tugs at Jiyeon's collar, and then gently shrugs the garment off the other girl; Jiyeon's skin is smooth under her touch, and Jieun can't help but caress Jiyeon's collarbone. She finds them so fucking sexy.

Jiyeon takes Jieun's hands, and threads their fingers together, pulling Jieun towards her as she backs up towards Jieun's bed. Jiyeon smiles at Jieun when the back of her calves hit the mattress, and for some reason, it makes the hairs on Jieun's neck stand up.

She had a girlfriend once before, and they had lasted for a total of a half a year. It was a secret relationship, with sweet and chaste kisses, and Jieun had kind of wanted more, and she knew her girlfriend did too, and just one time, she had let the girl touch her there.

It never happened again, and Jieun isn't sure why. Probably because she has issues with her bodies that she has never been able to articulate to anyone— she can't help but clamp up when anyone attempts to get close.

But now here she is, just watching as Jiyeon pushes her shirt up, showering her with light kisses on her stomach as she unbuttons Jieun's pants.

"Jiyeon," Jieun whispers in a tiny voice.

"Mhm," Jiyeon answers, teeth grazing along Jieun's hipbone.

Now Jieun is pulling at her pants, taking Jieun's underwear down along with them. Jieun almost chokes on her own saliva when she feels Jiyeon's finger enter her.

"Jiyeon," she repeats, a little unsure, but also a little pleading.

Jiyeon's mouth is still on her stomach, and Jiyeon's other hand is tugging at her shirt, and trying to push it out of the way at the same time.

"Jieun." Jiyeon pulls away a little, saying her name back this time, using the exact same tone Jieun did.

Jieun grips Jiyeon's shoulder tightly when Jiyeon take her finger out, and she feels Jiyeon's breath on her vagina instead; her knees suddenly start buckling over. Jiyeon must have noticed, because she uses some of her strength to completely pull Jieun down to her before rolling them over on the bed.

Jieun thinks Jiyeon definitely has more experience than her, and she has to resist the urge to curl up with insecurity.

"What's wrong?" Jiyeon asks, as if noticing Jieun's reservations.

Jieun bites her lip, and shakes her head. I think I've secretly wanted this since high school, her brain is thinking.

When Jiyeon goes down on her, Jieun's first instinct is to grab at the sheets. She feels something bubbling up from her throat, and when she hears someone moan, she thinks it might be her, but she can't be sure either because it's the first time she's ever heard such a sound come from herself.

It makes Jiyeon giggle from below there, which tickles Jieun, prompting another low-pitched moan to escape her throat.

"Jiyeon," she gasps. "I think I—"

Her legs unconsciously hook around Jiyeon's shoulders, and Jieun suddenly sees white.

"You're so beautiful," Jiyeon tells Jieun as she climbs on top of her, kissing Jieun's cheek.

Jieun just feels satisfied and strangely happy, raising a hand to run through Jiyeon's hair.

"You're the beautiful one," she murmurs. "You always have been."

"You're perfect though," Jiyeon whispers. "Because you're you."

OH MY GOD WHAT WHY DO I LIKE THIS SO MUCH

CRYING AT YOU

YOU PERVERT.

IS DEAD.

SOBS IT DIDN'T HIT ME. IT HIT ME NOW. AKLFSJJK but i do love that you ended up using them when they get older WHICH MAKES IT SOMEHOW EASIER TO READ but i like that there's a whole story to it even if it's a pwp and akljalskfj i can't get over this, omg

i ♥ sparta!

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and then idk, i told you the ~sekrit~ history you can write what happens after /o\

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