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mollusk pies
2PM, junho-centric, gen
rating: g
word count: ~280
lol, i don't know.
Junho is floating in a garbled fluid mosaic model of where dreams and reality mesh together. He's pretty sure this isn't what an actual fluid mosaic model should look like, but he's never properly read a biology textbook before. The teachers always excused him for his training. He reaches out to finger the seam that holds the delicate condition of half-consciousness together, but is distracted by a strange heat on his left leg. His foot can't breathe; it's being suffocated by the tentacles of his blanket. His leg is fighting a losing battle with the sea creature, but a distant-sounding flush startles him and his opponent suddenly disappears. Aha! Making a halfhearted victory 'V' sign, he wonders if the octopus was sucked in by a vortex. The water does feel a little colder. He thinks he hears Chansung at a distance groaning in relief. Did Chansung catch the octopus? Maybe they could make octopus fried rice for lunch later. Junho doesn't like it too spicy.
"Hyung, I seriously think I lost five pounds just now."
"With poop that big how does it even go down the toilet?" Junho faintly hears Wooyoung ask in disgust.
Wooyoung and Chansung are now arguing about the biodegradable speed of feces, and Junho's mind drifts toward the theory of trees falling in the forest without making a sound. Junho could probably hear Wooyoung and Chansung bicker from that forest even if he were buried in the Sahara Desert. The scorpions shouldn't mind the noise. If they disagree, he'll just have to add them to the fried rice. Junho burrows his head further into the sand under his pillow. Octopus with scorpions must be a delicacy somewhere in the world.
2PM, junho-centric, gen
rating: g
word count: ~280
lol, i don't know.
Junho is floating in a garbled fluid mosaic model of where dreams and reality mesh together. He's pretty sure this isn't what an actual fluid mosaic model should look like, but he's never properly read a biology textbook before. The teachers always excused him for his training. He reaches out to finger the seam that holds the delicate condition of half-consciousness together, but is distracted by a strange heat on his left leg. His foot can't breathe; it's being suffocated by the tentacles of his blanket. His leg is fighting a losing battle with the sea creature, but a distant-sounding flush startles him and his opponent suddenly disappears. Aha! Making a halfhearted victory 'V' sign, he wonders if the octopus was sucked in by a vortex. The water does feel a little colder. He thinks he hears Chansung at a distance groaning in relief. Did Chansung catch the octopus? Maybe they could make octopus fried rice for lunch later. Junho doesn't like it too spicy.
"Hyung, I seriously think I lost five pounds just now."
"With poop that big how does it even go down the toilet?" Junho faintly hears Wooyoung ask in disgust.
Wooyoung and Chansung are now arguing about the biodegradable speed of feces, and Junho's mind drifts toward the theory of trees falling in the forest without making a sound. Junho could probably hear Wooyoung and Chansung bicker from that forest even if he were buried in the Sahara Desert. The scorpions shouldn't mind the noise. If they disagree, he'll just have to add them to the fried rice. Junho burrows his head further into the sand under his pillow. Octopus with scorpions must be a delicacy somewhere in the world.