More kpfw drabbles/fics! These were rather exciting to write, probably because of the very weird topics in the fics. Lol. That said, enjoy!
The Chosen One
Heechul-centric; 178 words; PG. The Rocket executives were chasing them down the road, and Heechul didn't exactly have the leisure of time to rummage through his stuff for the right Pokeball.
The Rocket executives were chasing them down the road, and Heechul didn't exactly have the leisure of time to rummage through his stuff for the right Pokeball. He took a deep breath — if he knew his Pokemon well enough, he'd pick the right ball to toss.
He grabbed the first Pokeball in sight and threw it in front of him. Surely, Pidgeot was the perfect Pokemon to escape with.
Seconds ticked by and there was still no sight of the Pidgeot who has been with him since day one. The Pokeball shook a little, but nothing was coming out. It was enough to lead Heechul to believe that a) Pidgeot was mad at him, for whatever reason, and b) that was not Pidgeot's Pokeball.
"Dammit," he mumbled under his breath. The executives were already closing in on him, and he just couldn't figure out who it was who was in that Pokeball.
"Argh, dammit! Just get out of that Pokeball, whoever you are!"
Heechul did not expect to take out all the executives with his Feebas.
Oh my Gackt!
Jaejoong/Gackt. 100 words; G. Jaejoong meets Gackt.
The first time they meet, Jaejoong finds it hard to express himself in anything mildly coherent. It's but natural, though — Jaejoong has been a fan of Gackt for the longest time, and having a collaboration with him is beyond his wildest dreams.
"If it makes you feel better, we can talk in Korean," Gackt says, offering Jaejoong a small smile. It comes off as awkward and totally forced, but if anything Jaejoong knows Gackt is really foreign to smiling and expressing anything that can be remotely equated to happiness.
"Um. Yes. Thanks." Jaejoong replies with a smile just as awkward.
Back in the days of Red and Blue
Hoya and Woohyun; 181 words; PG-13. Hoya knew he kept the Master Ball at bay for a good reason.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
Hoya looked around him — the cave was darker than expected, and there was a chilly air to it. It wasn't entirely surprising, though; they were at Cerulean city, after all, and if the people there were serious about the cave holding something mysterious in it, then it was just right that it was so eerily chilly.
"I don't really have a choice, you know," Hoya replied flatly. He frowned a little. "And besides, the professor asked for help. And that cute chick Misty said I can definitely handle this, so&dmash;"
A shower of energy balls came a few meters from them, and they hid behind the rocks for protection. The spheres cast a purple glow on the entire cave, and within seconds the smoke cleared.
Hoya looked over the rock and gulped. He check his bag; if he had the Master ball with him, this should be fairly easy.
"Holy shit!" Hoya clasped his hand over Woohyun's mouth, but Woohyun's scream still echoed, anyway. "It's the legendary genetic Pokemon, Tablo!"
Too old to fight, too young to lose
Jay/Jonghyun; 127 words; PG. No one ever said Jay was too old to have crushes.
He's too old for this already, crushing on people, subtly finding ways to spend more time with said crushes, but the apparent lack of attractive people his age (in his opinion, at least) is daunting.
"At this rate, you'll never get laid," he remembers Heechul telling him. Heechul might just be right for the first time in his entire life.
"Hyung, practice? One more round? Swear this'll be the last." Jonghyun calls out to him, and he just nods and smiles a little. He doesn't give any verbal reply, doesn't even give any other reaction after that little smile he gave Jonghyun. He shouldn't be showing too much emotion when he's around the young ones. If they found out about his little secret, they'd never let on.
Just a bit of self-control
Onew/Minho; 147 words; PG. Onew is stressed. Minho offers a piece of relief.
At times like these, Jinki wished he had a better outlet for stress than writing songs and drowning himself in practice. He leaned against the railing of the balcony. It was way too cold outside, but he preferred thinking about life out here than having Jonghyun and Kibum's constant chattering blasting in his ears.
"Hey, hyung, want a stick?" said Minho who had magically appeared a few feet from him.
He must have been dwelling on things too much for him not to notice Minho disrupting his solitude. He smiled a little and nodded, taking the cigarette from Minho's hands. "Share me some light, will you? It feels more, um," Jinki paused, worrying his lip for a while, then continued, "cozy like this. Yeah."
Minho chuckled. "Mhmm. Cozy."
Minho's face was now less than six inches from his. He tried hard not to bite his lips.