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dbsk_flashficTitle: Forever Means Forever to Me
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samikitty
Word count: 150 words
Pairing: OTFamily (not romatic)
Rating: G
Concrit: sure!
Warnings: um... lawsuit-y!angst... sorry. T_T
It’s 2am and Yunho isn’t half as drunk as he looks, but he’s definitely less sober than he’d like to think he is. His friends are laughing and toasting each other with a mess of soju, maraschino cherry juice, vodka, and pretzels, which Yunho agrees is somehow the greatest cocktail in the history of all mankind.
He excuses himself to wobble to the bathroom, but he chooses the wrong door and trips out into the alley behind the club.
There’s an old poster from their ‘Mirotic Concert’ promotions peaking out from under layers and layers of newer ads, newer acts, newer asses.
Yunho giggles.
He starts picking at the glossy paper, pulling at a curled edge, digging at a small rip, until he finds himself tearing, shredding, clawing at the wall until he can rest his face next to Changmin’s, and reach across to place his hand on Junsu’s shoulder.
Author:
samikittyWord count: 150 words
Pairing: OTFamily (not romatic)
Rating: G
Concrit: sure!
Warnings: um... lawsuit-y!angst... sorry. T_T
It’s 2am and Yunho isn’t half as drunk as he looks, but he’s definitely less sober than he’d like to think he is. His friends are laughing and toasting each other with a mess of soju, maraschino cherry juice, vodka, and pretzels, which Yunho agrees is somehow the greatest cocktail in the history of all mankind.
He excuses himself to wobble to the bathroom, but he chooses the wrong door and trips out into the alley behind the club.
There’s an old poster from their ‘Mirotic Concert’ promotions peaking out from under layers and layers of newer ads, newer acts, newer asses.
Yunho giggles.
He starts picking at the glossy paper, pulling at a curled edge, digging at a small rip, until he finds himself tearing, shredding, clawing at the wall until he can rest his face next to Changmin’s, and reach across to place his hand on Junsu’s shoulder.
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