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writetomyheart2015-08-25 02:47 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-08-25 02:47 pm
[team sonic] Suicide Squad
First words from here.
The title is from the DC comics antihero team. This story is inspired by a conversation I had with kangaroo about the tsundere counterpart to the evil maknae line.
"Everything would work better if there weren't any people in the world." Kyungsoo is tired, and when he gets tired he has a low tolerance for people. On the floor, Taekwoon is leaning against the the sofa, head tipped back onto the cushions.
"As long as there are babies," he says, and there's flicker of a smile that flashes across his face before he looks at Seungho, who's idly twirling something between his fingers. It's hard to tell, from this angle, whether it's a lighter or a gun or a toy. Knowing Seungho, it could be any of the above.
"Don't look at me," Seungho says, not bothering to look up. "I don't have any." The possibly dangerous object slips out of his grip, arching over the arm of the chair and flipping into Yoongi's lap. Yoongi doesn't even blink.
"Are you done talking?" he mumbles, closing his eyes again. "I'm sleeping." From the doorway, Sooyoung, or Joy as everyone calls her behind her back, walks in, rolling her eyes and flipping the green ends of hair that's tied up in pigtails. Kyungsoo once noted that she looked a bit like Harley Quinn, after which Joy kicked him. Hard. Kyungsoo had given her a high five.
"Do I need to put all you big babies to bed?" she asks, and is met with a scornful silence, before the gun in Yoongi's lap accidentally goes off, blowing a hole in the plaster.
"Careful," Taekwoon says, a frown furrowing his brow. "There might be babies sleeping."
Sooyoung sighs, and picks up the gun, slipping the safety on. "Careful with your toys, okay?" she says, looking at Seungho who shrugs, watching the casing as it rolls under the chair Yoongi is slumped in, ready to start snoring any second.
"Whose turn is it to make supper?" she asks, and Kyungsoo stands up.
"Beef tartare okay?" he asks, and everyone groans.
"I just want coffee," Taekwoon says, and Sooyoung just shakes her head before leaving the room, gun twirling around her pinky finger.
The title is from the DC comics antihero team. This story is inspired by a conversation I had with kangaroo about the tsundere counterpart to the evil maknae line.
"Everything would work better if there weren't any people in the world." Kyungsoo is tired, and when he gets tired he has a low tolerance for people. On the floor, Taekwoon is leaning against the the sofa, head tipped back onto the cushions.
"As long as there are babies," he says, and there's flicker of a smile that flashes across his face before he looks at Seungho, who's idly twirling something between his fingers. It's hard to tell, from this angle, whether it's a lighter or a gun or a toy. Knowing Seungho, it could be any of the above.
"Don't look at me," Seungho says, not bothering to look up. "I don't have any." The possibly dangerous object slips out of his grip, arching over the arm of the chair and flipping into Yoongi's lap. Yoongi doesn't even blink.
"Are you done talking?" he mumbles, closing his eyes again. "I'm sleeping." From the doorway, Sooyoung, or Joy as everyone calls her behind her back, walks in, rolling her eyes and flipping the green ends of hair that's tied up in pigtails. Kyungsoo once noted that she looked a bit like Harley Quinn, after which Joy kicked him. Hard. Kyungsoo had given her a high five.
"Do I need to put all you big babies to bed?" she asks, and is met with a scornful silence, before the gun in Yoongi's lap accidentally goes off, blowing a hole in the plaster.
"Careful," Taekwoon says, a frown furrowing his brow. "There might be babies sleeping."
Sooyoung sighs, and picks up the gun, slipping the safety on. "Careful with your toys, okay?" she says, looking at Seungho who shrugs, watching the casing as it rolls under the chair Yoongi is slumped in, ready to start snoring any second.
"Whose turn is it to make supper?" she asks, and Kyungsoo stands up.
"Beef tartare okay?" he asks, and everyone groans.
"I just want coffee," Taekwoon says, and Sooyoung just shakes her head before leaving the room, gun twirling around her pinky finger.