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I have three (!) weeks to make something of myself and grow back my eyebrow (long story).
I'm going to die. So before I leave this world, I'll leave it a fanfic to remember me for ... and spit on my grave in abhorrence for.
In this story, I will completely ignore the main factor of any good story, plot. I will write whatever scenario pleases me. And that's that. The character's background, relationships with others, and friends won't really change, though.
(Format is based off of binomialcocoa's "Roommates". I encourage you to read it if you 1. are an EXOtic 2. are looking for something actually decently written to read 3. have eyes and are literate. That story is for everyone! 'Kay, maybe not. If you're one of those lovers of cliche female leads that can't tie their shoelaces without falling over a guy, spare yourself the indignant "Why does he like her?!") Click about ... there ---> http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/183906/roommates-exo-kai-luhan-tao-sehun-kris
(Yes, that is how I speak. Very caustic, right?)
(As something more specific, it's really a series of nearly unrelated events about an adverturous main character who wreaks havoc on Seoul, Infinite, and herself. Societal order is only important to those in society as she would say!)
Foreword
I’m an adder’s-tongue by his definition.
That fool decided to read the dictionary one day and get smarter that way. Too bad he couldn’t choke down enough words to even get to the “B” section. He made it halfway through the “A”’s and gave up, but he retained everything that he read. Which happened to be only “A” words, acronyms, medical conditions, adjectives you didn’t think existed, and more than two government organizations. One of those words was adder’s-tongue.
“It can refer to a small fern with a leaf that protrudes from a covering like an adder’s tongue or a dogtooth violet, my favorite flower,” he regurgitated smoothly, quoting the dictionary seamlessly.
“Have you even seen a dogtooth violet?” I asked skeptically, ignoring everything else as I knew his statement was undoubtedly accurate and thus, no opportunity for teasing.
“No,” he answered warily, his worn dictionary. He gave me a distrusting look which I beamed sweetly in response to. Disgusting, right?
“So why do you like it?” I began, cackling inwardly at the dearth of logic I had just trapped him in.
“I love the word. And right now, I like the word adder’s-tongue. It suits you perfectly.” He shrugged indifferently, and smirked. Sticking his tongue out, he strutted away, his dictionary hanging from his side like a purse. My anger fired up at this statement. “It suits you perfectly.” That got on my nerves. “Adder’s-tongue” got on my nerves. He got on my nerves.
After a fuming session alone in my room, kicking pillows back and forth, and screaming “I’m going to kill you, Nam Woohyun!” at my neighbors who just ignored me like usual, I realized something drastic. I had no clue what he meant by calling me an adder’s-tongue.
A/N: I'm actually trying to read the dictionary. Not fun. I'm on page 12 of my 1290 page dictionary.
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