WIP Meme

[haopppyvirus]

I see people doing this, it's basically a sentence or two from each fic they're writing/have been writing. So I'm gonna do that. Woo. Most of these are like discontinued that i may or may not pick up again in the future. SHIT I GOTTA DASH TO CLASS NOW.

1. The sound of sizzling butter in the skillet and the smell of greasy breakfast food has been Jongdae’s life for the past seven years.
2. baekhyun huffs out a breath and rolls his eyes. what’s so good about girls who adore your everything anyways? baekhyun was just like them, why couldn’t chanyeol see that?
3. Since then, the lamplighter stands up on the balls of his feet and barely gets each lamp lit; Chanyeol finds it quite adorable.
4. At 6 A.M. Sehun hears Kai’s slow and lethargic footsteps, rather dragging of the feet, after Kai wakes up. At that time, Sehun is just falling asleep, but he always listens for Kai, his flatmate, to wake up before drifting off into a world of slumber.
5. By the end of his story, Wu Fan was holding him in his arms as Zitao cried and his body shook with every sob that racked his body.
6. Yixing was pretty sure he liked girls. Maybe. Ok probably not, but there was no way he loved Jongdae who he had only met a few weeks ago.
7. Jongdae, despite the cold air and the slippery sidewalks, is standing outside looking up at the stars. He puffs out a breath, watching the cloud of condensation travel away from him until it fades away.
8. sehun doesn’t even know why he even got himself into this, but then kai says something that just pisses him off even more than before. “remember luhan?” and that’s it.
9. tao was like the night, his hair a shade of black, darker than licorice;
   kris was like the day, his hair a shade of yellow, brighter than the sun.
10. Zitao grabs Wu Fan’s hand and races out of that building faster than you can say “hotcakes fresh off the grill.”
11. sehun feels someone wrap their arms around him in a backwards hug. the arms squeeze him and suddenly he’s thrown over the shoulders of a fratboy and being carried out of the kitchen into another room.
12. “That’s no way to treat an almost doctor.” Yixing grabs the peroxide from the shelf, and pours it on the wound. Joonmyun lets out a sound that sounds like a sob, more like a puppy being kicked. Whatever he doesn’t care.
13. Fingers dance across the keys as the owner of them bends over the pianoforte, engrossed with his playing. The sound of the hammers hitting the wire strings reverberates into the air, and outside of the door.
14. It’s not that his coffee was completely and utterly inedible, it just really didn’t appeal to anyone other than himself. He liked it that way, more for him he would say with a chuckle to anyone who brought up the subject of “Chen’s god awful coffee.”
15. I'm moving far away, so whatever. Thank you Wufan, for everything." Wufan watched as Zitao turned, walking away. Hot, wet, salty drops clouding his sight and streaming down his face; Wufan stood there crushed by everything.
16. Wrapping an arm around the sleeping man’s waist, Chanyeol rests his head on top Baekhyun’s, humming a sweet and soft melody that gets carried away in the wind.
17. tao loved the way kris would wrap his arms  around him, pull him close, and cover his face with soft kisses.
18. Tao had just finished reading the fifth romance novel he had read this week when Kris came up to his desk, probably asking about where a certain section of the library was.
19. Chanyeol was in the middle of a good dream about eating salted caramels drizzled in a decadent dark chocolate when I loud rumbling awoke him from his delicious dream.
20. Wiping the slimy noodles off his face, Kai grabbed a handful of coleslaw and slung it at Sehun’s neck, hitting him.
21. Jongin likes to start the day off with a black coffee and a tasteless bagel with the creamiest cream cheese. Kai likes to begin the day with a sickly sweet cup of tea with some cheap cream added to it. Accompanied with his tea, Kai liked a cigarette and that’s all would have for breakfast.
22. Kyungsoo pulls back instantly, the feeling of warm lips against his nearly blue ones all too weird and foreign. The recoil, however, entailed his head thumping against the wall behind him.
23. Lay practically jumps out of his skin when he hears the door to the dorm room click open and hears the soft chuckle of his roommate fill the air. Lay hides his face in his hands before Chen turns around with that dumb grin on his face.
24. Dancing was his passion and Yixing just loved to end the week spending it at the clubs. Dancing and drinking.
25. “By the way Yixing, your lips are the cutest. Not mine.”