Keeho had always loved smooth in front of a white wall with its thundering, thankful toasty tortilla. It was a place where he felt jUnGsHoOk.
He was a soft, bean, nacho cheese drinker with smol hand and short nico nico kneecaps. His friends saw him as a vigilant, vigorous vampire from the south side west. Once, he had even revived a dying, Jeongseob. That's the sort of man he was.
Keeho walked over to the window and reflected on his blank surroundings. The death snow teased like vibing pangolin.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Soul . Soul was a hangry puppii with buff hand and pale nico nico kneecaps.
Keeho gulped. He was not prepared for Soul.
As Keeho stepped outside and Soul came closer, he could see the plain glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want french fries," Soul bellowed, in a cinnamon bun tone. He slammed his fist against Keeho's chest, with the force of 4339 rat. "I frigging hate you, Keeho ."
Keeho looked back, even more shyness boi and still fingering the spoicy merch. "Soul, gIRL this is a white wall," he replied.
They looked at each other with salty feelings, like two handsome, hollow horse bopping at a very fluffy halloween, which had screamo ukulele rap music playing in the background and two clown uncles reeing to the beat.
Suddenly, Soul lunged forward and tried to punch Keeho in the face. Quickly, Keeho grabbed the spoicy merch and brought it down on Soul's skull.
Soul's buff hand trembled and his pale nico nico kneecaps wobbled. He looked sad boi, his body raw like a huge, homely hoodie.
Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Soul was dead.
Keeho went back inside and made himself a nice drink of nacho cheese.
THE END
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Kpop Oneshots
FanfictionI put a bunch of kpop references into a story generator and these are what it gave me. Enjoy. Or don't. I don't really care, this is just for fun.
