Fanfics by Abs

SM hands JYP the martini one evening at the Gangnam Bar. He had paid for it, not because he was feeling generous or warm or fuzzy inside, but cus the lil bugger had been looking down since the MMAs where Twice hadn't managed to score yet another SOTY Daesang that they didn't deserve and SM had had enough of parading a long faced JYP around the Bar. He wanted the bugger to go back to his useless boring self. He was more tolerable that way! JYP takes the martini with both hands, with such fervor that one would show if they were holding a priceless relic. His eyes shimmer and his face glows. 'Oppa is being nice.' He giggles internally like a middle school girl. SM takes his own martini and starts towards a table located in one secluded corner of the bar with JYP in tow. They're getting wasted on expensive drinks tonight. Two steps down the path, SM comes to a sudden halt causing JYP to bump in to SM. JYP takes his time peeling himself off of SM who's now star

The seven boys of BTS stare at the vision before them. They feel lost. Earlier in the day Bang PD nim had called em to his newly decorated old office. Then he had broke the important news to em. He was engaged! And to a woman too! He, the Bang PD nim, the man who had been too deeply burried in his work to create a BTS since, well, since his testicles descended to the scrotum, the man who is yet to discover the existence of the opposite sex, is engaged to a member of that very sex! BTS had rejoiced. Naturally. Finally, the Bang PD nim was about to discover what it's like to be with a woman. Perhaps he'd like it so much and then he'd appreciate the existence of the opposite sex and he'd welcome the members of female kind as trainees to his company and then they'd get to hang out with and date and bang girls in-house away from prying eyes of Armys....... They were ready meet the ahjumma. Whoever she was, they were sure PD nim had chosen well. She would be their

SM takes out the lipstick from her latest Gucci handbag, one evening at the plush rest room of the Gangnam Bar. "Oh. My. Gaash. Is dat-" Exclaims YG who's been caking make up on her own face for the past half an hour. "-THE Matte lip laquer from Etude House? " She finishes, her mouth perfectly oval & her voice posh. "Ooooo" "Yup. "SM replies, equally posh "Seulgi's shade." Says SM matter of factly & begins applying the bright red lip lacquer on her plump - courtesy of yesterday's HA fillers from the Gangnam Beauty Clinic- lips. YG watches as the stick runs along the pouty lips of SM. The red color contouring the soft flesh perfectly, making em look sensual. It's just so alluring to watch..... What- "Gurrl, you look fab! " YG overcomes her dilemma & squeals in excitement -faked of course cus her female heart is brimming with jealousy. How dare she look so glamorous? "Oh. Thanks boo.

JYP opens one eye slowly and stares down what he believes to be the shaft of his long crooked nose. He opens his other eye and realizes the soft surface he's lying on face down & smacked on the ground like a giant eagle who miscalculated the distance to the ground from the sky, is the thick carpet in his new office. His neck & the cartilage in his nose bent in awkward angles scream in pain. He rotates his eyeballs to the maximum limits in their sockets & tries to get a glimpse of his surroundings. His head is still foggy & his vision blurred but he catches the glimpse of his blasted tab... on which he was reading the horrid news ... seconds before he came crashing on to the blasted floor. "Oppa, are you okayyy?" Comes the sweet voice of a cutely worried Tzuyu beautifully perched next to her fallen boss. Dang it. She's here? "Omo, should we call the police?-" "Why would we call the police? He's not dead……Is he?-" &quo