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samfrack 008 Fans; Doojoon & Hyunseung; 1,058 words
Their chests heaved as they fit themselves into the janitor’s closet. Any movement caused one to bump into the other but it was better than what waited for them outside of the closet. Hyunseung let out a small choked noise and pressed his face to Doojoon’s chest.
Muffling any other sound that might come out as he clung to the older male. That stupid red hair got them spotted so easily. He should have known why they were dying it when he’d been tied down to the chair a few days ago.
Doojoon had looked terrified when he came back into the dorm later. They hadn’t shared many words but that night Doojoon had slept curled around him. It was the first time in a long time Hyunseung had felt safe. He wondered where that feeling had gone now.
No matter how much he pressed against Doojoon the feeling wouldn’t come. Foot steps came down the hall way, there were so many it felt as if the floor was shaking. Hyunseung gulped and wrapped his arms around Doojoon’s waist trying to take comfort in the way Doojoon buried his nose in his hair.
They barely even dared to breathe as the pounding feet moved past the closet door. Doojoon had had enough sense to lock it, even in such a dangerous situation he was still a fast thinker. Hyunseung envied that. Even those out there had always told Doojoon how smart he was.
Of course it was done to mock him for not being able to protect the others. They were already gone, the only one remaining for Doojoon to save was Hyunseung. He wasn’t going to repeat past mistakes. He brushed the hair back from Hyunseung’s face as he leaned back as much as the small space would allow.
“They’ll be back.” Doojoon spoke barely above a whisper. He wanted no one to discover them yet, not when he had to get Hyunseung out of here. If he could just get him out of the building.
“Doojoon?” Hyunseung turned worried eyes onto the older male. He didn’t like that determined look Doojoon wore. It usually meant he was about to do something reckless. Hyunseung tensed as the foot steps came back around their way.
He put his ear to Doojoon’s rapidly beating heart. They were going to find them. He swore their heart beats were going to attract them. Hyunseung let out a small squeak as Doojoon’s hand on his chin forced him to face the other. The foot steps paused for a moment as Doojoon’s lips pressed down onto Hyunseung’s.
He didn’t see Doojoon’s hand on the door knob as their tongues tangled together. Hyunseung’s hands already tugging up on Doojoon’s shirt. If they were coming for them might as well make the last moments sweet.
He was surprised when Doojoon suddenly flung the door open and dragged him out of the closet. He could hear voices down the hall, opposite the direction they ran. Doojoon had to have a death wish but at least he was trying. Hyunseung rather spend the rest of his life in a closet with Doojoon and a stinky mop for company than to risk it like this.
Hyunseung didn’t dare look back as they made their way up a stair well. The voices were getting closer, a squeal came from only a few feet behind them. Hyunseung bit on his lip as Doojoon continued to pull him along. Just a little bit more and they would be on the roof.
“Why are we going there?” It just seemed like a dead end to Hyunseung. Doojoon didn’t answer just pushed Hyunseung past the door. The sun light almost blinded him, it had been so long since they’d been outside. He could see how pale Doojoon had become, there was no more of that soft tint his skin used to carry.
“This is the rendezvous point.” Hyunseung’s eyes went wide, Doojoon had been playing around with an old radio the past few days. Each time he had asked what he was doing Doojoon would put it away.
“You made contact with the rebels?” Doojoon gave a slow nod of his head and looked back to the door as bodies began to bang against it. They both knew it wouldn’t hold up for long. Above them they could hear a helicopter, Hyunseung put his hand against his forehead as he searched for it. Catching a reflection of light before the propellers came into view.
“There’s only room for one.” Doojoon’s arms came around his waist and Hyunseung shook his head. There were two of them. They weren’t going to make it. He leaned back against Doojoon and let out a soft sigh.
“They’ll take you.” He shoved Hyunseung away just as the doors flew open and the helicopter came above them, a man on a ladder grabbed hold of Hyunseung’s arm.
“No! Doojoon-ah!” Hyunseung couldn’t get free from the other man’s hold as he was tugged further up. He could feel another pair of hands on the back of his shirt.
“See ya, Seung-ah.” Doojoon gave him a salute just as the hordes of school uniform clad monsters came upon him. Hyunseung watching wide eyed as Doojoon began to disappear in the crowd.
“I’ll come back for you! I swear I’ll come back for you, Doojoonie!” With one last powerful tug Hyunseung was pulled into the helicopter. The door closed behind him as he slid off the lap of his savior and onto the seat. Allowing another man to strap him in. He pressed his hands against the glass to watch Doojoon carried away.
Across from him another male moved forward to look as well. Pursing his lips then shaking his head as he sat back.
“Those damn fan girls, they multiplied so fast. They‘re worse than zombies. It‘s okay, we‘re going to end their evil regime soon.” Sang Hyun heaved a sigh and placed a comforting hand on Hyunseung’s knee. The dancer promptly shoved it away and stared back out the window. He didn’t care about ending the new government, he just wanted to get Doojoon back.
Their chests heaved as they fit themselves into the janitor’s closet. Any movement caused one to bump into the other but it was better than what waited for them outside of the closet. Hyunseung let out a small choked noise and pressed his face to Doojoon’s chest.
Muffling any other sound that might come out as he clung to the older male. That stupid red hair got them spotted so easily. He should have known why they were dying it when he’d been tied down to the chair a few days ago.
Doojoon had looked terrified when he came back into the dorm later. They hadn’t shared many words but that night Doojoon had slept curled around him. It was the first time in a long time Hyunseung had felt safe. He wondered where that feeling had gone now.
No matter how much he pressed against Doojoon the feeling wouldn’t come. Foot steps came down the hall way, there were so many it felt as if the floor was shaking. Hyunseung gulped and wrapped his arms around Doojoon’s waist trying to take comfort in the way Doojoon buried his nose in his hair.
They barely even dared to breathe as the pounding feet moved past the closet door. Doojoon had had enough sense to lock it, even in such a dangerous situation he was still a fast thinker. Hyunseung envied that. Even those out there had always told Doojoon how smart he was.
Of course it was done to mock him for not being able to protect the others. They were already gone, the only one remaining for Doojoon to save was Hyunseung. He wasn’t going to repeat past mistakes. He brushed the hair back from Hyunseung’s face as he leaned back as much as the small space would allow.
“They’ll be back.” Doojoon spoke barely above a whisper. He wanted no one to discover them yet, not when he had to get Hyunseung out of here. If he could just get him out of the building.
“Doojoon?” Hyunseung turned worried eyes onto the older male. He didn’t like that determined look Doojoon wore. It usually meant he was about to do something reckless. Hyunseung tensed as the foot steps came back around their way.
He put his ear to Doojoon’s rapidly beating heart. They were going to find them. He swore their heart beats were going to attract them. Hyunseung let out a small squeak as Doojoon’s hand on his chin forced him to face the other. The foot steps paused for a moment as Doojoon’s lips pressed down onto Hyunseung’s.
He didn’t see Doojoon’s hand on the door knob as their tongues tangled together. Hyunseung’s hands already tugging up on Doojoon’s shirt. If they were coming for them might as well make the last moments sweet.
He was surprised when Doojoon suddenly flung the door open and dragged him out of the closet. He could hear voices down the hall, opposite the direction they ran. Doojoon had to have a death wish but at least he was trying. Hyunseung rather spend the rest of his life in a closet with Doojoon and a stinky mop for company than to risk it like this.
Hyunseung didn’t dare look back as they made their way up a stair well. The voices were getting closer, a squeal came from only a few feet behind them. Hyunseung bit on his lip as Doojoon continued to pull him along. Just a little bit more and they would be on the roof.
“Why are we going there?” It just seemed like a dead end to Hyunseung. Doojoon didn’t answer just pushed Hyunseung past the door. The sun light almost blinded him, it had been so long since they’d been outside. He could see how pale Doojoon had become, there was no more of that soft tint his skin used to carry.
“This is the rendezvous point.” Hyunseung’s eyes went wide, Doojoon had been playing around with an old radio the past few days. Each time he had asked what he was doing Doojoon would put it away.
“You made contact with the rebels?” Doojoon gave a slow nod of his head and looked back to the door as bodies began to bang against it. They both knew it wouldn’t hold up for long. Above them they could hear a helicopter, Hyunseung put his hand against his forehead as he searched for it. Catching a reflection of light before the propellers came into view.
“There’s only room for one.” Doojoon’s arms came around his waist and Hyunseung shook his head. There were two of them. They weren’t going to make it. He leaned back against Doojoon and let out a soft sigh.
“They’ll take you.” He shoved Hyunseung away just as the doors flew open and the helicopter came above them, a man on a ladder grabbed hold of Hyunseung’s arm.
“No! Doojoon-ah!” Hyunseung couldn’t get free from the other man’s hold as he was tugged further up. He could feel another pair of hands on the back of his shirt.
“See ya, Seung-ah.” Doojoon gave him a salute just as the hordes of school uniform clad monsters came upon him. Hyunseung watching wide eyed as Doojoon began to disappear in the crowd.
“I’ll come back for you! I swear I’ll come back for you, Doojoonie!” With one last powerful tug Hyunseung was pulled into the helicopter. The door closed behind him as he slid off the lap of his savior and onto the seat. Allowing another man to strap him in. He pressed his hands against the glass to watch Doojoon carried away.
Across from him another male moved forward to look as well. Pursing his lips then shaking his head as he sat back.
“Those damn fan girls, they multiplied so fast. They‘re worse than zombies. It‘s okay, we‘re going to end their evil regime soon.” Sang Hyun heaved a sigh and placed a comforting hand on Hyunseung’s knee. The dancer promptly shoved it away and stared back out the window. He didn’t care about ending the new government, he just wanted to get Doojoon back.
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Date: 2011-06-07 01:21 pm (UTC)I love you. you made my night. freaking fangirls are psycho like this (thinking of inifite's latest mishap)
this is freaking hilarious and amazing! >
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Date: 2011-06-07 11:39 pm (UTC)/cries
let me go burn those crazy fangirls..jkjk
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