Today on the radio at work, they were playing an advertisement for a conservative podcast, and one of the clips they included in the commercial was the host saying “republicans are the d*ddy party” and i was like :(
Summary: “Pew, pew, I’m shooting you with my finger guns of love.”
“Please don’t fool around, I’m cooking.”
“Well, when you tell me I can’t do something, I have to do it now. It looks like I’ll be fooling around while you’re trying to cook.”
Dongyoung glances at me and sighs, shaking his head before turning back to his cooking. I wrap my arms around him and peek under his arm, making it go up. He looks at me, scoffs and shyly puts his arm around me. I smirk, tightening my grip around him.
“Tsundere,” I tease, poking his nose.
“Am not, now shush. I’m cooking.”
“But I’m bored.”
“Well that’s unfortunate.”
“Then go do something, I’m making food for you right now just like you begged me to.”
“Love you,” I wink and give him a mischievous smile. He rolls his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” He mumbles and leans towards me to give me a kiss on the forehead. My cheeks redden as I pout at him.
“Say it back!”
“I love you too, now go entertain yourself.”
“Ay, ay captain!” I salute him before dashing from under his arm and into the living room. I roam around, finding nothing to entertain myself with and coming back to the kitchen. Dongyoung doesn’t turn around, only focusing on making the food.
“Couldn’t find anything to do, huh?”
“Nope,” I sigh, placing my chin on top of my arms that are sprawl over the table. He hums, leaving me be. I let out a small whine, curling my fingers into guns. I close one eye and lazily aim for a spot on the wall. “Pew, pew.”
“What was that?”
“Mm,” I hum and wave it off, silently telling him it was nothing to worry about. I aim for the wall again, readying my finger guns. “Pew, pew.”
“What are you doing?”
This catches Dongyoung’s attention as he stops doing whatever he was in the middle of and turns to me. He raises an eyebrow and I aim for him, closing an eye. “Pew, pew.”
“Finger guns, really?” He gives me a look and sighs, shaking his head.
I grin and nod. “Pew, pew.”
“You’re like a child.”
I giggle and run to him, wrapping my arms around his arm. Dongyoung stares at me, then averts his attention back to cooking.
“Since you’re over here, you can help me.”
“Pew, pew,” I shoot at him. He sighs, not letting it phase him. I smirk, making it my mission to fire at him with my finger guns until he gets mad. It shouldn’t take long for that to happen though.
“Pass me the salt.”
“Seriously, pass it.”
Dongyoung lets out a frustrated sigh and I giggle.
“Do you want food or not?”
“Then, give me the salt.”
“Fine, I’ll get it myself,” He mumbles, walking to where it was with me still holding onto his arm. He grabs it and continues cooking. “Mm, now it looks like I need the pepper. Can you-”
He turns to me and was about to ask for me to get it when he remembers. He instantly closes his mouth and walks to get it himself. I smirk.
“Pew, pew,” I tease, poking my finger into his cheek repeatedly. He stays still, letting it happen and pretending it didn’t phase him at all. I know it does though from his eyebrows furrowing together whenever my finger touches his cheek. “Are you getting mad, Dongyoung?”
“Finally, you talk normal again,” He mumbles, quickly turning to me before he loses the chance. “Can you mix this? I have to-”
Dongyoung stares blankly at me and I snicker. He shakes his head and mixes it together, sneaking glances at me. I smirk, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Okay, I’m going to try one more time. Y/N, will you please pass me anything that you see right now.”
“I can pass on your question.” I say as we stare at each other. A smirk makes it onto my lips as I curl my fingers into a gun again. “Pew, pew.”
“WOULD YOU STOP IT WITH THE FINGER GUNS? THE HOUSE WILL BURN DOWN IF YOU DON’T HELP ME WITH THE COOKING!”
“I’m breaking up with you,” He says and begins to walk away. My eyes widen and I whine, reaching for his wrist. I grab hold of it and tug him back to me.
“Aw, no! Come on, I was joking! Don’t be mad!”
Dongyoung sighs and comes back to me. “Will you talk normal then?”
I nod and pout, using my puppy dog eyes on him.
“Stop,” He says and puts his hand on my face, slightly pushing me away. I laugh, pushing back against his hand. A smile makes its way onto his lips as I wrap my arms around him. “You’re so silly.”
“I know, but you love me.”
“Hey, guess what?”
“Pew, pew!” I exclaim, aiming for his heart. He does nothing for a moment before finally going along and falling back, clutching his shirt into his hands. Dongyoung groans, acting his heart out.
“I’ve been shot by your finger guns of love.”
When he says this, I burst out laughing. He lets out a laugh as a shade of red runs across his cheeks in embarrassment. I grin stupidly wide at him as I see his expression. He sticks his tongue out at me and crosses his arms.
“You are the greatest human being, Kim Dongyoung,” I giggle, clinging onto him as I try to catch my breath. He chuckles, holding me upright.
“I know, what can I say?” He smirks before curling his fingers into guns. He aims for me and I squeal, squirming around in his arms. “My turn to get you with my finger guns of love. Prepare to be showered with all my love!”
“You dork!” I laugh, breaking out from his grip and running off. He chuckles, running after me.
“Take my love!”
The rest of the night was spent chasing and blasting each other with our finger guns of love.
were closed, and you found yourself far gone, floating in space in zero-g,
travelling to another galaxy at warp speed and stars passing you by. This phase
felt like a state of lucid dreaming. Yet all the while you perceived how Weyoun
sustained the strong telepathic link between the two of you. His telepathy was
truly powerful and finalized the mental bonding. This joining went way deeper
than love and attraction, it was finding your soulmate and lifelong loyalty. Bit
by bit, you awoke from this dream state and opened your eyes to look at him.
you sensed how Weyoun could read your thoughts and you his without even
touching one another, it was surreal and so alien. “We are now one, in body and
soul,” he then stated rather matter-of-factly, and you sensed that this final step had clearly
taken a great deal of energy out of him.
caressed his handsome face, deliberately avoiding touching his sensitive ears
this time as then, out of the blue, Weyoun smiled at you tenderly for the first
time. You were caught off-guard by his sudden display of kindness and smiled
back at him, reveling in this joyous union.
One of the worst things about being a kpop fan is when you start school and all of a sudden you have to pretend like you want to socialize all the time and care about your school work but in reality I’m just waiting for comebacks, photo shoots, and anything else that will kill me