★ i thought i saw a shooting star.
these are for perv and themerrier because you guys are bullies. :| ♥ i... totally don't write for any of these pairings except kihae. :| and these could totally pass for hong gildong fanfics except la la la i'm going to ignore that fact now. :|
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kibum/donghae, g, drama
(changhui, yinok)
306 words
maybe he learned taoist magic, because you were pretty sure a year ago that if you ever had to fall in love, you'd never fall in love with a type of boy like him. or maybe just not fall in love after all. you'd never have a love. and out of all the names available, his name had to be donghae. plain old donghae.
and then nothing.
when you finally wake up, long, slender fingers smooth the wet rag on your forehead and your first thought is was i a fool to have loved you? you open your eyes and see him staring down back at you with a bright smile on his face. "you did good, gongja!" he says enthusiastically, patting your arm roughly. you wince but he doesn't notice. "you did so well! i thought he had you for a while there but you showed him, didn't you?"
his smile grows bigger and bigger until it becomes your personal sun, and maybe, you think, this is what you could live for, if just for one day.
"donghae…," you try to say but he shakes his head.
"you need to be resting, okay?" distractedly, he takes a steamed red bean paste bun and stuffs it absentmindedly into his mouth. "gongja," he says after swallowing with another smile, "you're going to recover soon, you know? so - " a fist " - gongja, jiayou!"
"jiayou," you murmur awkwardly back, an equally-awkward grin on your face. it's been so long since you've smiled. lee donghae, you think just a little sadly, if you left me, how would i live?
and maybe he reads minds, too, because he smoothes your hair and whispers softly, "ah, gongja, don't worry. if you need to talk, my door's always open."
he leaves soon after that, and it was nice while it had lasted.
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the truth is always stranger
heechul/han geng, pg, crack
(sugeun, merchant wang)
286 words
"psst," whispers heechul when no one in the marketplace is looking. "psst," he whispers again, more dramatically, when han geng is playing deaf and apparently has selective hearing.
"psst!" heechul roars, and han geng is forced to give up dusting his precious so-claimed "imported" merchandise.
"what?!" he yells back.
heechul grins mysteriously. "merchant han," he begins slyly, "i heard from a certain someone that you are not actually from china - " han geng makes a choked sound in his throat " - but you are actually faking that ridiculous accent and are actually from jeolla province." and winks. han geng is appalled.
"h-heechul sshi!" he says, shushing heechul instantly with waving his arms frantically. "don't say that! it's bad for my reputation!" he scowls. "have you been talking with that boy recently?"
heechul snorts. "of course! he's our chief, after all."
"please never let me see you again and go flirt with whatsherface yuri."
"oh! but merchant han!" heechul says sadly, faking everything and loving every moment of it. "have you never… never felt the boom boom bang! of love before?"
"i'm sorry, what?"
"the firecrackers telling you that that person is that one?"
"excuse me but what?"
"the explosions of love inside your heart?!"
"what?"
heechul sighs. "you really are from china after all."
han geng's face is completely blank and heechul cannot take it anymore.
"basically," heechul says simply, "have you ever danced like no one's watching?"
"…," says han geng (as he really was from china after all).
he sighs. "how sad." a sudden grin pops up on his face and han geng is slightly afraid. "then, darling, let me show you it."
another strangled sound of sheer terror comes from han geng's throat.
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two old men
kangin/leeteuk, g, crack
(noin, haemyung)
452 words
"why do you call donghae your grandson," leeteuk asks one day, "when you are only two years older than him?"
kangin chokes on a biscuit before stuttering, "w-well, even though i am his hyung, i don't like it when he calls me hyung or ajusshi and he doesn't want to call me appa s-so…"
leeteuk raises an eyebrow. "so he calls you grandpa?"
"er," says kangin, and back he goes to drinking his soup.
the next day, kangin finds leeteuk in merchant han's booth (trying to sell a pair of colored eyeglasses and shooing away the older man at the same time) calming blowing on a steamed bun.
"hey!" kangin calls. "hey! hey, leeteuk-sshi!"
"hm?"
he grins like a cat. "so i heard from a certain someone with connections to a certain someone with connections to a certain brothel that my donghae has caught your boy's eye!" he sighs. "aaaah. this must be fate! we must've been fated to meet from the start! although i'm a bit worried that my donghae is too clueless and will reject your boy…"
leeteuk finishes chewing carefully before murmuring "hmmm" thoughtfully. kangin clicks his tongue and whispers dramatically, "ah, leeteuk-sshi is so old that he doesn't even understand true love~"
the day after that goes something like this:
"leeteuk-sshi!"
"hm?"
only this time, his grin is bigger. "so i heard from a certain someone with connections to a certain someone with connections to a certain someone with connections to a certain brothel that my donghae has caught the gongja's personal bodyguard's eye!" he sighs. "i only hope that my poor clueless donghae can see that shiwon-sshi has fallen so deeply in love with him!"
leeteuk raises an eyebrow and says, "hmmm." kangin scowls and only mutters under his breath, "ah, he's so jealous~"
the next day:
"leeteuk-sshi!"
"hm?!"
kangin's grin was so big that it could almost replace the sun and leeteuk's eyebrow could not possibly go any higher than it was. "big news! so i heard from a certain someone with connections to a certain someone with connections to a certain someone with connections to a certain someone with connections to a certain brothel that my donghae has caught the gongja's eye!" he throws up his arms in delight. "now we'll never have to peddle medicine again!" leeteuk starts to chew on his dumpling again.
"don't you care, leeteuk-sshi?!"
"hmmm. no, not really."
kangin laughs. "a-hah! you just don't want to admit that you were wrong, right? saying that my donghae could be from a noble family! that's funny~ even though royalty would be nice, being a merchant is definitely great, too!"
leeteuk just smiles and laughs and says, "ah, well. that could be destiny, after all."
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things we've never said
kyuhyun/sungmin, g, general
(yeon-sshi, gomi)
401 words
the first time i've ever met you, i thought you were younger than me. the first time i've told you that, you laughed and said, "it's because i have a baby face, isn't that right?" and you returned to drawing in the dirt with a thin stick.
the second time i've ever seen you, you were hiding from heechul, who was angry at you for moving his bed to make room for yourself. i don't recall ever warning you about that kind of thing (don't anger him and you'll be fine; don't be prettier than him and you'll be fine) but you seemed to get along just fine after that incident. the first time i've told you that, you laughed and said, "it's because i look really weak to you, isn't that right? don't worry kyuhyunnie, because i can take care of myself."
i asked you how old you really were. another laugh. "20! i look like i'm still 16, doesn't it?" he pauses, unconsciously tracing his lips while thinking. "oh, i wonder how old you are?"
"i just turned 18."
you smiled and clapped your hands. "i'm glad you shared that with me, kyuhyunnie~"
and then the counting stopped. the firsts and seconds and thirds and fourths all melted together and here we are standing, sitting, hiding, stealing, laughing, smiling, crying at all once. maybe my memory is a bottomless pit, because i honestly don't remember anymore. i don't remember the first joke you told me, the first time we ate four pheasants all by ourselves, the first time that you insisted on putting heechul's make-up on me and the first time we were truly afraid that he would tan our sorry hides.
"we're thieves," you tell me one day, when everything is falling apart. "don't we deserve to die?" the army comes closer, closer, closer. i don't know what to do anymore.
"if they do," i say slowly, "then i won't let them get you, hyung." because i want to protect your smile.
and then you read my mind and nod, grinning triumphantly like a fool that's going to die. "well, then, at least we're going to put up a fight, right?"
"right."
you laugh and twirl your staff. "they're coming closer, aren't they? we're not going to fall back, aren't we?"
"no," i say, "because we're hwal bin dang!"
because we're going to change the world one day.
k.
gongja (공자) = "young master"
hwal bin dang (활빈당) = "the army that helps peasants" i think :|
c.
jiayou (加油) = lit. add oil; Korean equivalent is fighting!