✎dump. idk lmao
just a place for me to put stuff that i didn't write seriously/not entirely happy with/written out of sheer boredom! i'm getting too lazy to post to writing comms these days :((( most of these will mainly be nameless, theme-less, plotless snippets/drabbles or something!! more to be added!!!
❤(doojoon/hyunseung)
an attempt at this pairing for cleo! an attempt, i repeat!!!
We live in difficult worlds, Hyunseung says when Doojoon turns up at his place one evening. Difficult lives in difficult worlds. Did you know that?
And you're telling me this now because... ?
Call me unfaithful, a liar, an asshole, anything you like, because it's true. Just know that I still love you.
Doojoon just stands there with his arms folded across his chest, staring him down. Are you sure about that? Because it looks as if you love that other person more than you love me.
At this, Hyunseung rolls his eyes and holds up a finger.
One. Night. Stand. Does that sound like l-o-v-e to you?
While the silence washes in like rolling waves over their heads, Hyunseung's calm stare pulls at invisible threads connected to Doojoon's left eye in random twitches. A bird chirps away merrily at the dusty windows. Doojoon would like to shoot it.
So do you have anything else to add to that, sir?
Can I punch your face into pulp?
... Hey, you're not taking this seriously... right?
yes i am terrible i know, i'm too lazy to even use inverted commas and such. :))
(02)
❤(doojoon/junhyung)
snippets from the bully!junhyung and cuteboy!doo fic thing that i was supposed to write in full sobs
Stories are the ordinary, but the special thing is you
The classroom turns into a warzone when the teacher steps out past the threshold. Bullets of paper and rubber brush past the top of Doojoon's head while he sleeps on despite the noise. When Yoseob trips over his sleeping form in an attempt to scramble across the classroom, Doojoon cracks one eye open and groans.
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hi! i am a secret admirer of yours and i would like to tell you how cool and amazing you are even though you should learn to stop bullying people because that doesn't make you any cooler ^^
p.s
you have a lovely set of buns
not that i was looking.
love, your secret admirer
Well, Junhyung thinks.
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Dear secret admirer of mine,
thank you
and you have a pretty nice ass too,
not that i was looking.
joker
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"Hey," Doojoon waves. Junhyung pauses for a moment, looks him up and down then walks away. "Hey, wait up!"
"Did I say you could talk to me?" Junhyung hisses at Doojoon.
"No, but you didn't say I couldn't stalk you. That's just a letter away from 'talk'."
"Go away."
Doojoon whines and wraps his fingers around the corner of Junhyung's sleeve. "Why?"
"Stop following me! And don't make faces at me, goddammit, fuck off already!"
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tbc? lmao
❤(doojoon/junhyung)
this is what i'm secretly working on rn.... shhhhh
"Hi."
"Oh. It's you."
"It's me. I want another tattoo."
"Where?"
"Here," He says, pointing to his chest. Doojoon stares at him for a while and sighs, cleaning his hands over the tiny sink.
"You're not making this easier for the both of us, fuck."
"Whoever told you that things would be easier?"
"You know what? Get out before I make you bleed." Doojoon looks serious.
"Before you make yourself bleed, you mean." Junhyung thinks otherwise.
"So you said you wanted another tattoo?"
Doojoon grabs Junhyung by the shoulders suddenly, then shoves his face between the thin fabric of his shirt and skin, bites and tries with all his might not to tear him apart, to rip through his flesh and rattle his bones to find any traces of himself (of their past). He's sinking, sinking, sinking his teeth into his chest.
Junhyung struggles at first, half-chewed nails scraping the stretched veins on Doojoon's neck, but growls and leans towards him when he feels rough fingers clawing at his stomach and hipbone. The pain is too familiar for Junhyung, and just when he thinks that Doojoon is really going to make him bleed, the tattoo artist pulls away from him abruptly. With the back of his hand he rubs at his reddening mouth while Junhyung rests his cold palm over the fresh bite mark.
"There. Now get out. And say hi to her for me."
I wanted a tattoo from you because unlike this, Junhyung thinks, his fingers pressing against the aching mark on his skin, tattoos don't fade.
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"So," She cuts the silence with her kitchen knife. Her arms fold neatly across her chest when she turns to look at him. She drags her fingernails down the front of her stained apron and sniffs, slicing the onions into smaller pieces. "Who's cheating on who now?"
"You love making jokes out of shit like this, don't you."
"Funny how you always forget to bring me along to meet your favourite tattoo artist."
He doesn't respond, so she turns her back on him, continues to talk, punctuating her words with the sound of her knife chopping away.
"Bet his tattoo needle isn't the only thing that penetrates you."
"Shut up."
"Just wanted to tell you that you're a selfish fucker for doing this in the first place."
"You had a part in it."
"Dinner isn't ready yet, so get out will you?"
Is he hearing things or is she choking up? Junhyung frowns and nears her, lifting a hand over her shoulder slowly. "Are you-"
"Onions," She says, reading his mind. She forces herself to cough, wiping the wet corners of her eyes on her rolled up sleeves. His hand shrinking, shrinking, shrinking away from her. "Fucking onions."
Halfway through a mouthful of rice and meat, Junhyung finds something smooth, cold and hard on his tongue. So he sticks his tongue out and takes it between his fingers. It's her ring.
"Surprise! You can have it back. I don't need some cheap band of metal to weigh my hand down." She says without looking up from her food. Then, she wraps her slender fingers around her glass of wine (Junhyung stares at her fingers for a long time), raises it to him and smiles, her eyes curling upwards for the first time in a while. "Cheers."
"I hope that you'll get out of my life tomorrow."
His jaw tightens and the words are piling up against his teeth, hot on his tongue, but he just nods quietly and continues eating dinner.
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She was a bruise on your skin that healed.
He was ink that seeped past your skin and ran into your veins, flowed with your blood into your heart.
She was a mistake you made, an error you could try to erase over time.
He was a scar too deep to fade.
hopefully i'll finish it!
updates silently...
"Let's play a game," Doojoon squints.
"If you get married before I do, you win."
Of course, Junhyung's first reaction is to laugh this laugh that's between a cough and choke. It feels as if someone's telling him a joke and strangling him at the same time. Which can be really uncomfortable.
❤(doojoon/hyunseung)
an attempt at this pairing for cleo! an attempt, i repeat!!!
We live in difficult worlds, Hyunseung says when Doojoon turns up at his place one evening. Difficult lives in difficult worlds. Did you know that?
And you're telling me this now because... ?
Call me unfaithful, a liar, an asshole, anything you like, because it's true. Just know that I still love you.
Doojoon just stands there with his arms folded across his chest, staring him down. Are you sure about that? Because it looks as if you love that other person more than you love me.
At this, Hyunseung rolls his eyes and holds up a finger.
One. Night. Stand. Does that sound like l-o-v-e to you?
While the silence washes in like rolling waves over their heads, Hyunseung's calm stare pulls at invisible threads connected to Doojoon's left eye in random twitches. A bird chirps away merrily at the dusty windows. Doojoon would like to shoot it.
So do you have anything else to add to that, sir?
Can I punch your face into pulp?
... Hey, you're not taking this seriously... right?
yes i am terrible i know, i'm too lazy to even use inverted commas and such. :))
(02)
❤(doojoon/junhyung)
snippets from the bully!junhyung and cuteboy!doo fic thing that i was supposed to write in full sobs
Stories are the ordinary, but the special thing is you
The classroom turns into a warzone when the teacher steps out past the threshold. Bullets of paper and rubber brush past the top of Doojoon's head while he sleeps on despite the noise. When Yoseob trips over his sleeping form in an attempt to scramble across the classroom, Doojoon cracks one eye open and groans.
●
hi! i am a secret admirer of yours and i would like to tell you how cool and amazing you are even though you should learn to stop bullying people because that doesn't make you any cooler ^^
p.s
you have a lovely set of buns
not that i was looking.
love, your secret admirer
Well, Junhyung thinks.
●
Dear secret admirer of mine,
thank you
and you have a pretty nice ass too,
not that i was looking.
joker
●
"Hey," Doojoon waves. Junhyung pauses for a moment, looks him up and down then walks away. "Hey, wait up!"
"Did I say you could talk to me?" Junhyung hisses at Doojoon.
"No, but you didn't say I couldn't stalk you. That's just a letter away from 'talk'."
"Go away."
Doojoon whines and wraps his fingers around the corner of Junhyung's sleeve. "Why?"
"Stop following me! And don't make faces at me, goddammit, fuck off already!"
●
tbc? lmao
❤(doojoon/junhyung)
this is what i'm secretly working on rn.... shhhhh
"Hi."
"Oh. It's you."
"It's me. I want another tattoo."
"Where?"
"Here," He says, pointing to his chest. Doojoon stares at him for a while and sighs, cleaning his hands over the tiny sink.
"You're not making this easier for the both of us, fuck."
"Whoever told you that things would be easier?"
"You know what? Get out before I make you bleed." Doojoon looks serious.
"Before you make yourself bleed, you mean." Junhyung thinks otherwise.
"So you said you wanted another tattoo?"
Doojoon grabs Junhyung by the shoulders suddenly, then shoves his face between the thin fabric of his shirt and skin, bites and tries with all his might not to tear him apart, to rip through his flesh and rattle his bones to find any traces of himself (of their past). He's sinking, sinking, sinking his teeth into his chest.
Junhyung struggles at first, half-chewed nails scraping the stretched veins on Doojoon's neck, but growls and leans towards him when he feels rough fingers clawing at his stomach and hipbone. The pain is too familiar for Junhyung, and just when he thinks that Doojoon is really going to make him bleed, the tattoo artist pulls away from him abruptly. With the back of his hand he rubs at his reddening mouth while Junhyung rests his cold palm over the fresh bite mark.
"There. Now get out. And say hi to her for me."
I wanted a tattoo from you because unlike this, Junhyung thinks, his fingers pressing against the aching mark on his skin, tattoos don't fade.
●
"So," She cuts the silence with her kitchen knife. Her arms fold neatly across her chest when she turns to look at him. She drags her fingernails down the front of her stained apron and sniffs, slicing the onions into smaller pieces. "Who's cheating on who now?"
"You love making jokes out of shit like this, don't you."
"Funny how you always forget to bring me along to meet your favourite tattoo artist."
He doesn't respond, so she turns her back on him, continues to talk, punctuating her words with the sound of her knife chopping away.
"Bet his tattoo needle isn't the only thing that penetrates you."
"Shut up."
"Just wanted to tell you that you're a selfish fucker for doing this in the first place."
"You had a part in it."
"Dinner isn't ready yet, so get out will you?"
Is he hearing things or is she choking up? Junhyung frowns and nears her, lifting a hand over her shoulder slowly. "Are you-"
"Onions," She says, reading his mind. She forces herself to cough, wiping the wet corners of her eyes on her rolled up sleeves. His hand shrinking, shrinking, shrinking away from her. "Fucking onions."
Halfway through a mouthful of rice and meat, Junhyung finds something smooth, cold and hard on his tongue. So he sticks his tongue out and takes it between his fingers. It's her ring.
"Surprise! You can have it back. I don't need some cheap band of metal to weigh my hand down." She says without looking up from her food. Then, she wraps her slender fingers around her glass of wine (Junhyung stares at her fingers for a long time), raises it to him and smiles, her eyes curling upwards for the first time in a while. "Cheers."
"I hope that you'll get out of my life tomorrow."
His jaw tightens and the words are piling up against his teeth, hot on his tongue, but he just nods quietly and continues eating dinner.
●
She was a bruise on your skin that healed.
He was ink that seeped past your skin and ran into your veins, flowed with your blood into your heart.
She was a mistake you made, an error you could try to erase over time.
He was a scar too deep to fade.
hopefully i'll finish it!
updates silently...
"Let's play a game," Doojoon squints.
"If you get married before I do, you win."
Of course, Junhyung's first reaction is to laugh this laugh that's between a cough and choke. It feels as if someone's telling him a joke and strangling him at the same time. Which can be really uncomfortable.