AN: Hi! This fic is based around a prompt list over on Tumblr. These oneshots will most likely be multipairing, purely because it can get pretty repetitive after a while! I'll write the pairing in the chapter title, so you can skip if you don't like it. Also, if you want a particular pairing, request it and I'll try to write for it! The first prompt on the list is An Intense Stare.
An Intense Stare
"No."
"Asuka, please, it would look so pretty!"
Xiaoyu stood in the center of Asuka's hotel room, pouting at her. In one hand, she held a flyer for the pre-tournament party. In the other, she waved a deep green halterneck shirt. Deciding it was time for the puppydog eyes, Xiaoyu stared directly into Asuka's eyes.
"..."
"..."
"...Damn you, Ling Xiaoyu!"
Ten minutes later, Asuka emerged from the bathroom wearing the shirt Xiaoyu had brought for her, a pair of black shorts (Xiaoyu knew better than to try to wrestle her into a skirt) and deep green heels.
"I look like a hooker. Or moss. I haven't decided yet."
"Sexy moss, very sexy moss!" Xiaoyu squealed as she grabbed Asuka's hand and dragged her down to the lobby.
When they opened the door to the ballroom, they saw that the party was already in full swing; Nina and Paul were actively making out at one of the tables (Asuka had no idea how that had happened, but she imagined it had something to do with the empty bottle of champagne and upturned glass on the table beside them), and there were lots of fighters already dancing.
Xiaoyu jumped excitedly and shouted over the music, "Asuka, you go to the bar and get us something to drink, I'll grab a table!" and with that, she was gone. Asuka turned to the bar, and waited for the bartender's attention.
Suddenly, there was a light tap on her ass from what appeared to be a monumentally drunk Steve. "Looking good in those shorts, babe!" Floated in her ear from behind, and she turned just in time to see him dance away. She laughed it off - he'd regret it when he remembered tomorrow morning anyway. She redirected her gaze back to the bar, but as she did, she caught someone giving her a very intense stare. It was hard to make out in the dark, but from the large frame she guessed it was a guy. The lights flashed and she caught a glimpse of something on his head...goggles, maybe?
Suddenly a group of giggling girls crossed their line of vision, and when they left, it appeared that he had too.
She turned to return to Xiao with their drinks, but as she passed a door, two strong arms linked around her waist and pulled her in, one hand muffling the scream she emitted. Suddenly a mouth was at her neck, murmuring into her skin. "You look fucking amazing tonight."
She managed to wrench the hand away from her face and spun in his grasp. "Hwoarang? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" she hissed in a deadly tone.
"You should dress like that more often. Do you know how hard it is to stop myself throwing you over my shoulder and sprinting up to my room right now?" he responded, ignoring the question. She, however, couldn't ignore the shiver that ran up her spine at his words, and he obviously noticed it, if his triumphant chuckle was any indication. She took a deep breath and whispered
in his ear.
"...Dont then."
Hwoarang would never run that fast again in his life.