( ↷ hunger games... ten years later┊♕` bang yongguk and special guest. )
(i'm obviously on chanyeol's crack so don't judge me kthx . i also threw in random stuff in here. ahemfantageahem jenny and connie. otl. okay. now. go on.)
"bang yongjoo! stop crying over your god da-" yongguk groaned as he tried to silence his ten year old daughter. his ten year old that seukhye had left him with. his heart fell once more at the thought of seukhye, but he continued to hold up an old barbie doll. "look! it's barbie! your favorite right?" the thirty-two year old male forced a smile as he tried to tickle yongjoo.
"i want to be a member on fantage!" yongjoo whined as she stomped her foot, bottom lip quivering. yongguk slumped again with another groan.
five minutes later, yongjoo was grinning from ear to ear as her dad powered up their laptop. "bang yongjoo, you brat. if you forget about fantage like you did wizard 101, you are not getting that club penguin membership on your birthday." yongguk typed in his long and complicated password as he ruffled his blond hair. he looked at his daughter, who had taken after seukhye's black locks of hair, rather than his brunette colored natural hair.
a knock sounded throughout the house. "yongjoo, go get the door," the father mumbled as he typed in his credit card number in order to get yongjoo the membership.
"what if it's a creeper?" yongjoo blinked. yongguk sighed and got up, heading down to the basement. "daddy? where are you- oh." the small girl blinked as she stared at the weapon her father had gifted her for her seventh birthday. it had been confiscated the next day, since she had nearly chopped bom's child's hand. 'you'll get this back when you're thirteen.' the child remembered her father's words clearly, despite the fact that at that time, it wasn't that clear, considering bom's child was screaming and wailing.
"go chop off their hand or hit them were it hurts," her father's deep voice spoke as he clicked 'confirm'. another happy grin on her face, yongjoo headed off with her bladed fans.
"oh dear god, what is yongjoo doing with these bladed fans again?! bang yongguk!" bom's voice shouted out as she protectively cuddled her child.
"yongjoo, hand them over," yongguk spoke, carelessly holding out his hand only to get sliced by the sharp blades. "holy ! that stings! bang yongj-"
"bang yongguk! language!" bom shrieked, covering her own daughter's ears.
"what does mean?" yongjoo blinked, tilting her head. "daddy's bleeding! where's junhyung sam-chon?! junhyung sam-chonnn!" the young child screeched as she ran out the door, into the tribute's village of the capitol in search of junhyung's house.
"jesus, yongguk, how are you raising yongjoo without j-" bom was cut off by an icy cold glare. saying seukhye's name, whether they used joo or seukhye, was taboo in the bang household. yongguk got so depressed and/or angry to the point that it really wasn't funny. he no longer moped over her, though that part of him still loved her. and their child was in his hands. small resentment was harbored towards his missing lover, despite the fact that she had left him with a child. he took it as a gift actually. a gift of remembrance. that was what seukhye intended anyway.
outside, a petite figure swung her legs as she sat on a thick tree branch. the figure had straight black hair, about 164 centimeters. she watched the child run around in panic, screeching for her uncle.
a burst of courage flooded her as she jumped down in front of the child. "whoa there, kiddo," the figure backed up a bit as yongjoo spread her bladed fans, upon seeing the random stranger. the older clearly remembered training with them just ten years ago. she was thirty now, a long time had passed. "why are you running so fast with such sharp blades?" the stranger asked.
"because my daddy's hurt and i need junhyung sam-chon's help." yongjoo tilted her head adorably in a way that made the woman want to squish her chubby cheeks. "....why do you look like me?" yongjoo shot another question. the former tribute blinked.
"wha- it's probably just your imagination. what's your name, sweetie?" the woman smiled, eyes forming into small crescents.
"yongjoo. bang yongjoo," her daughter spoke.
"shall i go help you find your sam-chon? i'm juhui. son juhui." the said woman held out her hand, as yongjoo took it.
why yongjoo trusted juhui, was unknown. but something just made her immediately warm up to this woman.
inside the household, bom scolded yongguk on how to raise a child. "now, go out there and get your child! for all you know, woohyun could've gotten to her!" bom demanded, as she stomped out with her child. yongguk sighed as he stepped out, immediately blinded by the bright sunlight.
"bang yongjoo!" his deep voice bellowed throughout the tribute's village. after a few minutes of walking towards junhyung's house, he found his child.... with another lady. "yongjoo?" his guard was immediately up, seeing the 'stranger' by his child.
"shoot. this was not supposed to happen."
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( ↷ attention peasants┊♕` femme fatale is speaking. )
ish? yes, definitely. i apologize of my poor writing skills. i swear, they're worse than my rping skills. sorry it can't compare to jenny/jinri's one shot about new years. otl.
which couple should be next? hmmm...
anyways, i should probably explain what inspired this.
on facebook, chelsea/kyungsoo showed me some pictures of real life jongin and kyungsoo with babies. it was adorable. we ended up talking about what the hunger games roleplay tributes would be like as parents.
i wanted to expose our thoughts, and yeah. the idea i came up with...
drabbles.
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