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[lgcsao]

﹙♡﹚ UH OH !

       𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝟕:𝟒𝟓 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 -- quite literally.  he sits up so fast that he nearly blacks out, and a part of him wishes he did, so he doesn’t have to deal with this.  what is this, you ask?  scene set:  he’s as naked as the day he was born, save for a pair of boxer briefs  ( thank goodness ).  worse, he has a pounding headache.  and even worse, all he can remember is @lgcxminseok‘s face.

        oh no.

        oh no no no nonononononono.

        his heart nearly stops when he sees the lump next to him, and in fell swoop, flings off his covers to check---

        it’s just his body pillow.

        “oh, thank god.”

        wait.

        he whips around to look at the other side of the room where minseok’s bed sits.  usually it’s empty, since minseok has a nice little apartment space but today, today of all days, it’s not.  “oh my god,”  he whispers shakily as he scrambles out of bed and checks himself.  okay.  his ass doesn’t hurt.  that means---

        “oh my god, i topped.”  and so there he stands:  half-naked with his hands on his hips, looking like a deer in headlights as he stares at the lump underneath minseok’s sheets. what happened??  he doesn’t remember anything!!

[lgcsao]

﹙♡﹚ SMOKIN’ !

       𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝.  that’s precisely how sao feels about this.  it’s beyond frustrating!  he’s just about this much 👌 closer to figuring out if they’re bro-cuddling or actually cuddling when the fire alarm suddenly starts blaring.  he truly can’t believe it.  cockblocked by fate itself!!

         okay, dramatic reaction aside, they’re about to die, and that is something sao’s absolutely certain of.  he never thought he’d die this way, but at the very least, if he gets burnt to a crispy bacon, he’ll be with @lgcshaun.  they’ll be crispy together.  that’s romantic, right?

        “we gotta go!”

        thank you, captain obvious.

        but no matter -- as the other trainees scramble out, nearly toppling each other, he yanks shaun close to him  ( daydreams be damned ).  and then he’s out the door, his eyes wider than the moon itself when he sees smoke.  smoke?!  

        “get down!”

        he silently thanks the gods that the firefighter who taught him how to stop, drop, and roll was an elderly man with a weird moustache.  had it been a pretty girl, he wouldn’t have retained any of the lessons.

[lgcsao]

﹙♡﹚ SURVIVORS !

       𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞, there’s always that one scene where a pair of lovers run toward each other in slow-motion, teary-eyed and all.  now imagine that sort of scene with sao and @lgcsammy.  except sao’s the only one running.  and they’re not lovers.  and slow-motion doesn’t exist outside of sao’s imagination.  but no matter!  it’s the thought that counts.

        he nearly tackles sammy to the ground, but he’s had enough of crawling to escape the smoke, so he opts for a big hug instead.  “thank god, you made it!”  he doesn’t disclose that he almost ran streaked down the hallways to find sammy, just to make sure his dear friend hadn’t fallen asleep mid-practice somehow.

        “what’s going on?”  he loosens his arms around sammy just enough so he can take a look around at all the tables set out.  “where are all the firefighters?  what if the building burns down?”  his eyes widen as he realizes something horrible.  “my polaroids of king!!”  and just like that, sao feels his will to live dwindling by the millisecond.