Thrown and Spinning Into Balance

by Kalira

Summary:

A collection of minifics from the Three Sentence Ficathon.

Notes:

These were all written on the threesentenceficathon, beginning with the 2022 round, and otherwise are generally unconnected to one another. They have often been lightly edited here, including changing punctuation/grammar or adding/removing words.

Chapter 1: Unwarned

Notes:

Written on the 2022 round of the Three Sentence Ficathon, for the prompt: Any, any, stress baking

(Which prompt I've evidently written Ga Eul for in two rounds in two different years. . . XD)

‟You could have warned me.” Woo Bin said reproachfully, his back pressed to the securely-closed door of Yi Jung’s studio.

Yi Jung looked up at him dubiously, wondering if he’d ticked their girlfriend off enough she’d be coming to continue a lecture through the door. ‟I thought the smell of cinnamon and five kinds of baked goods was pretty hard to miss,” he pointed out, returning most of his attention to the swoop of the clay he was shaping, ‟besides, I’ve been in here all afternoon and you didn’t come in through the studio.”

‟Maybe I will next time.” Woo Bin muttered, edging away from the door, and Yi Jung restrained a laugh. Ga Eul was very sweet-natured, particularly compared to some of the women in either of their pasts, but when she was riled. . .