hello...long time no write
I found these two...things floating around in my fanfic writing file. I think they were written for a fic challenge but never were completed. But I am amused by them for reasons. So I'll dump them here. If anybody reads them and wants to expand on them (hehe...I'm such an egotist), please do. I'd love to see something more made out of these.
Title: Burning for You
Rating: PG
Pairing: G.O./Seungho
Summary: G.O. burns his world down
A/N: not-so-implied suicide
G.O. lit a cigarette on a nearby flame. He knew it was a nasty habit but found he couldn't bring himself to care. He took a seat in a kitchen chair and propped his legs on the table. His home was burning down around his ears while he sucked in tar and nicotine. It could be worse. He could have to continue living here. Not just the here here but the whole earth here thing.
Music seemed like a good idea at the time. He suspected there was a special place in hell for people who lived life like that - well, it seemed like a good idea. The band had gone nowhere fast despite their best efforts. His relationship with one of the members of said band evaporated like so much mist. He wondered why he found it hard to be sad about it.
He pictured soft lips and red hair and grinned. Oh yea, that's why he wasn't sad about it. Hard to be sad about something that was nothing when you now had someone who was everything. Seungho. He was safe and out of the building. G.O. knew that for sure. He himself could burn, would burn, but Seungho would be safe, would survive. It was only right. He was the beautiful one, inside and out.
G.O. took another drag and watched the flames eat away the kitchen cabinets. It was a hungry sound, not unlike the one he sometimes heard in his mind when Seungho was in the same room, building, world. He shouldn't have drawn the other man into a relationship. Society, by and large, disdained homosexuality. Seungho didn't deserve disdain for anything. He'd been straight. Mostly. G.O. was pretty certain, anyway. But he'd talked and seduced Seungho into something more than friendship. Something even more than sex.
Oh yea, G.O. deserved to burn for it. Dirtying up an angel deserved the punishment of flames. He studied the tip of his cigarette. If he was gonna go out, he'd go out in style. Black boots, tight black jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, black leather jacket, and a cigarette. Style the bad boy way.
He reveled in the heat biting through his clothes and into his skin. It was not unlike sex with Seungho - hot, tight, and painfully delicious. He wondered if Seungho would ache for him in the night. It hurt his chest to think of it but then G.O. remembered. With him gone, Seungho could live and lead a normal life. Get married and have children like a good Korean son.
The fire was right and good. It eliminated evidence.
Title: Late Night Bright Lights
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Summary: There's a fire...
Flicking a lighter, G.O. lit the cigarette dangling between his lips. He leaned against the hood of a car illegally parked in front of the building across the street from his dorm. Fire trucks angled up on the sidewalk while firemen wrestled hoses or rushed into the burning building to try to save lives. Soot-covered, shocky residents huddled together with cleaner but no less shocky residents. They stared up at the building with eyes wide and mouths gaping. Emergency medical personnel moved efficiently through the knots of people, checking over each person. One or two were deemed injured enough to need oxygen, intravenous fluids or even a trip to the hospital.
Lights from police cars, fire engines and ambulances strobed the city street, casting colorful patterns on the tall building. The night sky, already well-lit from street, building, and car lights glowed orange as flames licked up towards the unreachable stars. G.O. understood the flames. He often felt the urge to reach for those unattainable stars.
He studied the crowd, searching for four particular faces. He recognized some of the neighbors. Some had brought cookies and other food items as welcoming gifts. Some merely nodded politely to him in the elevator. He sucked in a deep breath of nicotine and tar, held it in his lungs for a few seconds. Maybe faulty wiring was the cause of the fire but seemed unlikely considering it was a newer building. Unless the contractor cut some corners. Or maybe it was arson. Or an anti-fan out to burn MBLAQ.
G.O. dismissed the last thought. He hoped even anti-fans were above attempted murder by fire.
Title: Burning for You
Rating: PG
Pairing: G.O./Seungho
Summary: G.O. burns his world down
A/N: not-so-implied suicide
G.O. lit a cigarette on a nearby flame. He knew it was a nasty habit but found he couldn't bring himself to care. He took a seat in a kitchen chair and propped his legs on the table. His home was burning down around his ears while he sucked in tar and nicotine. It could be worse. He could have to continue living here. Not just the here here but the whole earth here thing.
Music seemed like a good idea at the time. He suspected there was a special place in hell for people who lived life like that - well, it seemed like a good idea. The band had gone nowhere fast despite their best efforts. His relationship with one of the members of said band evaporated like so much mist. He wondered why he found it hard to be sad about it.
He pictured soft lips and red hair and grinned. Oh yea, that's why he wasn't sad about it. Hard to be sad about something that was nothing when you now had someone who was everything. Seungho. He was safe and out of the building. G.O. knew that for sure. He himself could burn, would burn, but Seungho would be safe, would survive. It was only right. He was the beautiful one, inside and out.
G.O. took another drag and watched the flames eat away the kitchen cabinets. It was a hungry sound, not unlike the one he sometimes heard in his mind when Seungho was in the same room, building, world. He shouldn't have drawn the other man into a relationship. Society, by and large, disdained homosexuality. Seungho didn't deserve disdain for anything. He'd been straight. Mostly. G.O. was pretty certain, anyway. But he'd talked and seduced Seungho into something more than friendship. Something even more than sex.
Oh yea, G.O. deserved to burn for it. Dirtying up an angel deserved the punishment of flames. He studied the tip of his cigarette. If he was gonna go out, he'd go out in style. Black boots, tight black jeans, a Metallica t-shirt, black leather jacket, and a cigarette. Style the bad boy way.
He reveled in the heat biting through his clothes and into his skin. It was not unlike sex with Seungho - hot, tight, and painfully delicious. He wondered if Seungho would ache for him in the night. It hurt his chest to think of it but then G.O. remembered. With him gone, Seungho could live and lead a normal life. Get married and have children like a good Korean son.
The fire was right and good. It eliminated evidence.
Title: Late Night Bright Lights
Rating: PG
Pairing: none
Summary: There's a fire...
Flicking a lighter, G.O. lit the cigarette dangling between his lips. He leaned against the hood of a car illegally parked in front of the building across the street from his dorm. Fire trucks angled up on the sidewalk while firemen wrestled hoses or rushed into the burning building to try to save lives. Soot-covered, shocky residents huddled together with cleaner but no less shocky residents. They stared up at the building with eyes wide and mouths gaping. Emergency medical personnel moved efficiently through the knots of people, checking over each person. One or two were deemed injured enough to need oxygen, intravenous fluids or even a trip to the hospital.
Lights from police cars, fire engines and ambulances strobed the city street, casting colorful patterns on the tall building. The night sky, already well-lit from street, building, and car lights glowed orange as flames licked up towards the unreachable stars. G.O. understood the flames. He often felt the urge to reach for those unattainable stars.
He studied the crowd, searching for four particular faces. He recognized some of the neighbors. Some had brought cookies and other food items as welcoming gifts. Some merely nodded politely to him in the elevator. He sucked in a deep breath of nicotine and tar, held it in his lungs for a few seconds. Maybe faulty wiring was the cause of the fire but seemed unlikely considering it was a newer building. Unless the contractor cut some corners. Or maybe it was arson. Or an anti-fan out to burn MBLAQ.
G.O. dismissed the last thought. He hoped even anti-fans were above attempted murder by fire.