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A year ago, Jieun had showed up at Younha's doorstep, one Sunday morning, looking lost and confused, suitcase in hand, and a guitar case slung over her bag.

"A-ah," she had stuttered. "Go Younha-sshi?"

Younha nodded. "Yeah, how may I help you?"

"I'm Lee Jieun," Jieun had introduced herself, giving her a 90 degree bow. "Kim Hyungsoo-oppa sent me— he said you might be able to give me board and lodging while I'm in Japan?"

Younha had stared at her in confusion for an entire minute, maybe even more, but then Jieun had quickly said, "I can help pay rent!"

But the reason Younha takes in Jieun is because she feels sorry for her, and because the younger girl reminds her of herself from a few years ago, newly arrived in Japan, lost, and barely speaking the language.

"Happy one year in Japan!" Younha greets Jieun when the latter wakes up, and walks into the living room. "What do you want for dinner later, I'll treat."

"Ah unnie!" Jieun exclaims, mouth forming an 'o'. "Has it really been a year?"

Younha laughs. "Doesn't feel like it, huh?"

"I'm so sorry for intruding on your space for such a long time," Jieun frowns.

Younha smiles at her. "You haven't been a bother, don't worry."

"But dinner doesn't have to special, unnie," Jieun tells her. "And I kind of have a gig tonight. Well not really a gig, but kind of, um, well there's an open mic night at this place. In town."

Younha smiles at her, amused. She finds it cute how Jieun tends to stumble all over her words.

"You should come!" Jieun declares, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"What time is it?" Younha asks. "I can try to swing by after work."

"The event starts around 7PM," Jieun says. "But you can come around 7:30 I guess."

"Okay, I'll be there," Younha says with a smile.

"Yay!" Jieun exclaims, enveloping Younha in a tight, excited hug. "Ah, actually, unnie," Jieun rambles even more excitedly, pulling away. "You should sing too! Or we can maybe sing together!"

"Oh, uh," Younha's face falls a little.

It's been a while since she last sang for an audience. Actually it's been a while since she last sang at all, she realises. She barely even hums in the shower these days. Her keyboard sits in the coner of her room, gathering dust, accompanied by the guitar she had bought, just before she flew from Korea to Japan.

She looks at Jieun, whose face is alight with excitement, and hopes, and youthful dreams— this is why Jieun used to remind her of herself. Younhs suddenly feels so old, and broken with time. Her dreams are at least that, she thinks. When she was younger, she felt that nothing can stop her. Music is what she loves, so music is what she will do, no matter how many hundred, or even thousands of rejections she gets.

And then one day, she just got fed up.

"Ah, I can't," she says, smiling, and trying to stop her sadness from showing. "I'm too old," and even as the words come out for her mouth she feels stupid for saying them. They sound so strange without context.

Jieun's brow creases, confused for a split second, but then she breaks out into a big smile.

"Don't be silly, unnie," she tells Younha. "No one is too old for music, and no one is too old for dreams."

Younha is surprised by her words, Jieun somehow knew what she meant, like the younger girl had somehow read her mind. She just smiles at Jieun, still a deflated, but somehow the smile Jieun flashes back at her gives her a little hope, like Jieun is sharing some of hers.

(That night they sing together, the two of them, and Younha suddenly remembers why she loves this— singing, the music, performing. And when they walk home together, Younha gives Jieun's hand a little squeeze, as if to say thank you, thank you for reminding me about things that mean a lot to me.

Jieun just looks at her, crinkles her nose, and lets out a little giggle.)

( 1 )

"You okay?" Hongki asks Jonghun before getting off the van.

Jonghun just sits there, staring outside the window.

"Dude, yo. Jonghun, you okay?" Hongki repeats, waving a hand in front of the other man's face, trying to get his attention.

Jonghun turns to look at Hongki, a little dazed. "Huh? Yeah, I'm good," he says. "Go have fun, do your thing."

Hongki grins. "Yeah, you know I will. Cover for me, okay?"

Jonghun snorts. "Of course."

"See you at home!" Hongki tells him, winking at him slyly before he shuts the van door and trounces off to go on his secret date.

"Where's Hongki?" The manager asks when he gets back to the van, Jaejin and Minhwan and Seunghyun in tow.

"He'll get home later on his own," Jonghun mumbles, ignoring the way their manager's face contorts into a frown.

( 2 )

"Fuck!" Hongki's high-pitched profanity rings throughout the dorm, and Jonghun rushes to his room, concerned.

"What happened?" He asked, looking around, wondering what the hell is wrong this time.

"Have you seen my favorite shirt?" Hongki's room has always been a mess, but even more so now, clothes strewn all over the bed, and the floor.

"Which one?" Jonghun asks.

"The black and red one," Hongki answers. "With the skull pattern around the collar and the bottom hem."

"Ah!" Jonghun says, remembering something. "I think it got into the communal pile of clothes and Seunghyun grabbed it unthinkingly when we went out for dinner the other night."

Hongki frowns. "Seunghyun-ah!!!!!" He screams, annoyed.

"Christ, Hongki, calm down," Jonghun tells him. "It's just a fucking shirt."

"It's my fucking shirt," Hongki snaps. "You know how touchy I am with my personal things."

"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Jonghun apologises. "I should've made him change, but we were in a hurry."

"Whatever," Hongki says, and grabbing the nearest shirt he can, and putting it on. "I'm going out."

Jonghun sighs as Hongki walks out of the room, and he raises his arms in the air out of frustration. He hates days when Hongki obviously gets up on the wrong side of the bed.

( 3 )

"It's so quiet with Hongki-hyung around isn't it?" Minhwan muses out loud one time, while Hongki is off alone in Japan, working on his own.

"Mhm," Jonghun nods, simply poring through the music sheet he is trying to study.

"Seunghyun is working really hard to fill in for the silence though," Jaejin remarks teasingly, and Seunghyun's laughter resounds throughout the practice room.

Jonghun remains quiet. He misses Hongki too much to say anything.

"Hyung," there is suddenly someone whispering in his ear, voice low, but teasing. "Hyung," the person repeats. It's Seunghyun.

"What?" Jonghun deadpans.

"You miss Hongki-hyung don't you?" Seunghyun asks, his voice suddenly so soft, that his words barely register to Jonghun. "You're too attached."

( 4 )

"Hey," Hongki grins at him, holding out a closed fist for Jonghun to bump.

They have a ritual, the two of them, one that they do right before big performances, right before the important concerts.

Jonghun smiles at him, and meets Hongki's fist with his own.

"Budokan, huh?" Hongki says.

"We're really here," Jonghun says.

"Couldn't have done it without each other." Hongki says it so simply, so matter-of-factly, that Jonghun almost gets whiplash when he snaps his head around to look at Hongki.

They're words that don't really come out often of Hongki's mouth. Jonghun grins. "Nope, couldn't have," he says.

this is like 1 of the best Jongki fic i had ever read!!!!!part 3 pahliiii!!!

sorry this is cliche as fuq :( also we agreed on 300 minimum right? /o\

Jaejin only wakes up because the sun is peeping through the window and the rays were hitting him directly on the face. He shifts a little, and he wants to just go back to sleep again, but he figures if the sun is that high up, then it means it's at least noon already. He groans, feeling a headache coming up— he barely remembers anything that happened the night before, which is totally unlike him.

He stretches his arms and suddenly, he feels that there is someone on the bed beside him. He turns his head.

Shit.

And then flashes of the night before appear in his mind.

This is not the first this has happened to Jaejin, because for some reason he always, always, always allows himself to let go every time he meets up with his high school friends. For some reason, Kibum just needs to say the word, and they all fucking do.

He stares at the sleeping figure beside him and Jaejin vaguely remembers this exact same thing almost happening the last time they all met up. And it actually happening the time before that. And this isn't even counting that first time after they got high halfway through their senior year.

"Dongwoon," he says, abruptly shaking the other guy awake. "Dongwoonie."

"Asfdsgfhgfhj," Dongwoon mumbles, turning over to his other side.

"Dongwoon, wake up," Jaejin repeats, shaking him harder.

"Whasdfsgft?" Dongwoon groans, turning back around. "What?!"

Jaejin stares at him, and waits for him to comprehend things.

Dongwoon blinks and slowly sits up, looking around.

"Shit," he finally says. Jaejin just nods.

"Ugh my head hurts," Dongwoon mutters, rubbing his face with his palms and slowly lowering himself back on the bed.

"Kibum is going to kill us," Jaejin groans. "If he finds out."

Dongwoon sighs. "Yeah, probably. If he finds out."

And they both know it's true, and the words are said with absolutely no trace of any sort of joking manner in them, but for some reason both of them suddenly burst out laughing anyway.

"Fuck," Dongwoon says in between snorts and chuckles he can't contain.

"Yeah," Jaejin nods. "Fuck. I think that's what we did last night."

And then he goes back to laughing when Dongwoon jabs him hard with an elbow at his side.

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.

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."

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.

sort of also from this universe (http://firequakes.livejournal.com/14848.html).
clearly using this exchange as an excuse to recycle old 'verses i've written lmao

Pop.

Tic, says the second hand on the clock. Tic, tic, tic.

POP.

"Jesus fucking Christ, can you please, for the love of all things good in life, STOP THAT?!" Kibum snaps, turning his head around to glare at Chulyong, whose gum-popping had been the only sound heard in the room for the last 15 to 20 minutes.

Until, obviously, Kibum finally got fed up.

"It's fucking annoying," Kibum mutters,

"Sorry," Chulyong says sheepishly the same time Jinwoon gently berates Kibum with a, "Kibummie, language."

Jaejin exchanges a look with Dongwoon, rolling his eyes and making the other boy suppress a smile, while Kibum's mouth just tightens. And then it's silent again.

Pop.

"Chulyong!" Kibum snarls.

Jaejin bursts out laughing, and Kibum turns his glare towards him instead.

"Sorry, sorry," Chulyong apologises again, finally spitting out his gum on a piece of paper and crumpling it up.

He attempts to throw it at the nearest trash can, but he fails. Chulyong doesn't budge from his seat though, just staring at the piece of wadded up paper lying a feet away from the trash.

"I'm bored," Kibum says, leaning back against his chair. "I can't believe we have six more hours of detention left to serve."

"I brought a portable chess set along," Dongwoon volunteers. "You can play can play if you want?"

Kibum makes a face at him. Jaejin snorts, stands up from his seat next to Dongwoon and moves to the empty one next to Kibum.

"There, there," Jaejin says, patting him on the back.

"Lee Jaejin, are you mocking me?" Kibum frowns.

Jaejin snorts. "Just a little."

"Fuck you," Kibum mutters.

"Yeah, I know dude," Jaejin grins. "Love you too."

younha/iu - never too old to dream, 670w

jongki - fine line between love and hate, 837w [1/2]

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jaewoon - morning after

jongki - drive me crazy, 1044w [1/2]

qri/hwayoung - night out 931w

iu/jiyeon - you are you 1033 [1/2]

jaejin/key (91 line) - detention 263w