Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 3 2012, 09:59:58 UTC
love triangle ends up in a threesome, wherein Dongwoo and Sungjong preferably take turns pleasing Hoya. or, you know, combine their efforts. i'm not picky about the details.
super-duper bonus points if.............. the story takes place after a zombie apocalypse.
Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 5 2012, 05:14:10 UTC
...so this was a lot more of zombie apocalypse than actual 3some, i apologize for that, and um... i'm not done T_T but i should finish it by tomorrow.They are lucky that they still have chickens
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Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 5 2012, 05:18:14 UTC
The first outbreak happens in the Asian continent. Yoo Jiae leaves Seoul to go back to her family. They would have done the same, but, unexpectedly, the day after, airports shut down. They still have to go to their schedule, but Dongwoo’s not feeling it. And the day after that, the roads close. They never get a chance to go home
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Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:25:22 UTC
;~; thank you! it means a lot to me for you to say that, because i actually was in a writing slump before this, and i'm just trying to get back to loving the experience of writing.
Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 5 2012, 05:52:50 UTC
OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU ALSDIUOEIRUEWORIUEWRLSJFSFKJDSF!!!!! i didn't think anyone would take this prompt, let alone that they would write the zombie apocalypse part and just omg DSOIFUEORI this is like Christmas in July, seriously. i am grinning from ear to ear.
I WISH I COULD LEAVE A NICE AND COHERENT COMMENT BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'S POSSIBLE RN???????? so i apologize for my flailing ;~~~;
After the world ended, there hasn’t been a time when he could say he wasn’t hungry, tired, or cold, but at least he hasn’t been lonely, yet.
SCREECHES.
“It’s just your face,” Dongwoo says. Sungjong glances over, and feels lucky to catch Dongwoo’s smile, still true and sharp and spontaneous for a second, sheer gladness layered underneath the reassurance.
DIES. Dongwoo only does a few things in what you've posted here but it's all so heartwarmingly/heartbreakingly true to his character and omg i die.
“I saw him setting aside some cans outside,” he says quietly. Dongwoo nods, almost imperceptible from the way he’s stretching his neck. Sungjong
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Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:22:44 UTC
/claws face i'm so glad you liked the first two parts! /o\ this comment, my heart >\\\\\\< thank you!
i should really be thanking you for the prompt also! it really piqued my interest, and i enjoyed the experience of writing it. Um... i think the tone of the story changed a little when i wrote it today, but i hope it still satisfies your expectations.
Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 7 2012, 16:54:02 UTC
omo, you flatter me, anon~ i'm glad that my fill was worthy ~_~
eep, and you're a writer too! (lulz, i have the same problem, filling out prompts is a way of escaping WIPs T_T) but i'm glad you decided to keep writing. really >////< it meant a lot to hear that. good luck finishing your WIPs, i hope to see them posted soon!
Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:13:25 UTC
Dongwoo leaves that night. Nobody can tell him not to go. Sungjong tries, but when he meets Dongwoo’s eyes, he can’t say anything. Dongwoo’s disappeared from his eyes. He’s somewhere else, in a box inside his heart. Everything about him is efficient, just short of brutal. The way he throws his clothes in one bag-tough clothes, grey and green and brown, and two bottles of water. A cap, and a jacket that might protect him. Sungjong hugs him instead, and he feels hard and filled with intent and impatience. He pushes Dongwoo away and wipes his eyes. “Go," he says." Be safe." Dongwoo looks down and turns around. Sungjong leaves the door open for as long as he can, watching the silhouette of his body, bugs be damned, and when Dongwoo is gone, he shuts the door and locks it himself
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Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:15:02 UTC
They resort back to kissing, and they might have ended up swapping spit until the sun comes out, but Dongwoo saves the day. He walks outside, whistling, and Hoya freezes. Sungjong lets his head fall back and hit the grass. Please, he wills Dongwoo. Show him
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Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:17:30 UTC
Hoya lies back. His head is in Dongwoo’s lap. Sungjong is playing with his feet, tickling his soles with a blade of grass.
“We saw,” says quietly. “The cans. And your bag is already stowed somewhere in a tree, right?” Hoya covers his face with his hand and turns away. Dongwoo touches Hoya’s shoulder. His mouth is wide and flat.
“Why?” Dongwoo asks gently.
“Why what,” Hoya says sullenly. Sungjong squeezes Hoya’s ankles. “What-did you get sick of us?” he snaps. He hates the slow-motion of their lives, the pendulum of death hanging over their heads in a slow, never-ending circle. “Did you think that one day, it wouldn’t be enough? That we would run out? That we would lose?”
“I didn’t want to be there.” Hoya says, so matter-of-factly, like he was declining an invitation to go shopping. I didn’t want to go. I opted out. Sorry guys, I wasn’t interested; I sat this one out. “It happens to everyone.” His eyes are unfocused but Sungjong follows the line of his gaze back to the chicken coop, where L, Sunggyu, Woohyun, and Sungyeol are
( ... )
Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:19:05 UTC
They never make it past that roadblock-at least, not by car. People start leaving their cars in midday, just opening the doors and taking off. Sunggyu leaves to get some water. “I’ll be right back,” he says
( ... )
Re: Infinite, Dongwoo/Hoya/Sungjong
anonymous
July 6 2012, 04:19:37 UTC
They still live in the hut. The weather has turned a little warmer, and they can go down to the river to wash their clothes now. Sometimes they have sex while they do their laundry. Other times they stare into its depths and think about drowning. Not much has changed, except that now they have two more hens, Jiae and Jiah. And sometimes, when they feel the numb vortex of death creeping up, they hide in each other’s arms. They still don’t talk about it, and maybe they’re not really sure how they feel about continuing to be alive in a dead world, but they still have each other. And they are enough.
super-duper bonus points if.............. the story takes place after a zombie apocalypse.
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not the requester but wow i love the heart in this fic so much. this line is beautiful and perfect and i really like the picture you've painted ♥
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I WISH I COULD LEAVE A NICE AND COHERENT COMMENT BUT I DON'T THINK THAT'S POSSIBLE RN???????? so i apologize for my flailing ;~~~;
After the world ended, there hasn’t been a time when he could say he wasn’t hungry, tired, or cold, but at least he hasn’t been lonely, yet.
SCREECHES.
“It’s just your face,” Dongwoo says. Sungjong glances over, and feels lucky to catch Dongwoo’s smile, still true and sharp and spontaneous for a second, sheer gladness layered underneath the reassurance.
DIES. Dongwoo only does a few things in what you've posted here but it's all so heartwarmingly/heartbreakingly true to his character and omg i die.
“I saw him setting aside some cans outside,” he says quietly. Dongwoo nods, almost imperceptible from the way he’s stretching his neck. Sungjong ( ... )
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i should really be thanking you for the prompt also! it really piqued my interest, and i enjoyed the experience of writing it. Um... i think the tone of the story changed a little when i wrote it today, but i hope it still satisfies your expectations.
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eep, and you're a writer too! (lulz, i have the same problem, filling out prompts is a way of escaping WIPs T_T) but i'm glad you decided to keep writing. really >////< it meant a lot to hear that. good luck finishing your WIPs, i hope to see them posted soon!
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“We saw,” says quietly. “The cans. And your bag is already stowed somewhere in a tree, right?” Hoya covers his face with his hand and turns away. Dongwoo touches Hoya’s shoulder. His mouth is wide and flat.
“Why?” Dongwoo asks gently.
“Why what,” Hoya says sullenly. Sungjong squeezes Hoya’s ankles. “What-did you get sick of us?” he snaps. He hates the slow-motion of their lives, the pendulum of death hanging over their heads in a slow, never-ending circle. “Did you think that one day, it wouldn’t be enough? That we would run out? That we would lose?”
“I didn’t want to be there.” Hoya says, so matter-of-factly, like he was declining an invitation to go shopping. I didn’t want to go. I opted out. Sorry guys, I wasn’t interested; I sat this one out. “It happens to everyone.” His eyes are unfocused but Sungjong follows the line of his gaze back to the chicken coop, where L, Sunggyu, Woohyun, and Sungyeol are ( ... )
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