Stat Class Drabbles
I get really bored in my business stat class and write really bad Jongdae/Baekhyun drabbles. I'll post more as I get around to it I guess.
Title: Baekhyun Has "Intimacy Issues"
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Rating: PG-13 mentions of alcohol consumption??
Word Count: 285
“Baek, stay, please. It’s okay. I promise.”
“No, Jongdae, it’s not. You know I can’t do this.”
“Please just listen to me. Stay for breakfast. Don’t leave right now, not like this.” Jongdae’s hand is still on Baekhyun’s arm. He can see the slight wavering of his lips in the shadows dancing around his face.
Baekhyun looks away. He can still feel the slight buzz of the alcohol flowing beneath his skin. The adrenaline from touching another mixed with shitty beer and too many shots humming through his veins and making his vision swim. He shouldn’t have done this. He should’ve known better. Baekhyun knows he has no one that he can turn to now that he’s crossed this untouchable line with his best friend.
“Jongdae, you know me. You know why I can’t stay,” Baekhyun closes his eyes. He can’t look at Jongdae’s face when he walks away. He can’t see the disappointment and the knowing that will be in etched in Jongdae’s eyes. It’s because Jongdae knows him so well that he lets his hand drop away from his arm. The thud as it hits the hard college-issued mattress causes Baekhyun to squeeze his eyes shut harder as he backs away from the devastation he has caused.
His back hits the wall and he finally snaps into action. Baekhyun shakes his head and fumbles through the clothes on the floor. His unsteady legs carry him out of the door as he pulls a shirt over his head. Jongdae notices that it’s his but remains silent as his best friend flees from him. The door slams behind Baekhyun, forced shut by the wind streaming in through the open windows on the mild November night.
Title: Baekhyun "Makes Poor Life Choices"
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Rating: PG-13 mentions of violence?? foul language??
Word Count: 676
“What the fuck?” Jongdae is not prepared for this. He’s not ready to see his constantly smiling and laughing best friend battered and on the verge of collapse in the doorframe of his apartment. Baekhyun is leaning heavily leaning against the door, holding his stomach with his left hand and covered in too much blood. His right arm is hanging limply by his side and he seems to be unable to open his eye on the same side.
“Please Jongdae I’ll explain later but right now…” He trails off and Jongdae realizes how much of an ass he’s being. His anger at being woken up at 4 a.m. is forgotten and he reaches out to Baekhyun. Just as he grabs onto the other male’s arm Baekhyun’s knees stop holding him up and he stumbles forward into Jongdae’s embrace.
“Fuck that hurts,” gushes from Baekhyun’s chapped and bloodied lips. He flinches as Jongdae tries to maneuver him into the apartment and out of the doorway that has already had too much action for one night.
“Jesus Baek, you couldn’t wait until the weekend to get the shit beat out of you?” Jongdae grumbles under his breath as he tries to maintain his composure and haul Baekhyun’s fat ass to the couch in his tiny apartment. The walk from the door to the open space designated as the living room has never felt so vast before, with Jongdae trying to support Baekhyun from behind. He has one arm wrapped around his waist and is trying to keep from pulling on his arm too hard.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to. You know I didn’t mean it I’m sorry,” Baekhyun begins slurring out as he rolls his head back onto Jongdae’s shoulder. Jongdae’s eyes snap over to his best friend’s face and his composure begins to fade as he realizes how potentially serious this situation could be.
“Hey! Come on dipshit! Keep your eyes open for me, yeah?” Jongdae tries to mask the words with fake cheer and he cringes at how stupid he sounds, certain that Baekhyun can hear the desperation laced in his voice. They finally make it to the couch and Baekhyun clumsily slumps down onto the cushions. His already droopy eyes slide further shut and Jongdae resists the temptation to just slap him awake. That wouldn’t help anyone in this situation.
“Listen to me, okay, I need you to stay awake,” Jongdae knows he should probably bring Baekhyun to the hospital but he’s not sure what shit Baekhyun has gotten himself into this time. “Can you sing for me right now? Please Baek? I need to hear your voice.”
“’Dae c’mon…” his words are even fainter now and Jongdae’s almost certain he received a head wound. He can’t just let him fall asleep like this with a possible concussion and unsteady walking, from what Jongdae remembers from his first aide training he needs to check Baekhyun’s pupils to see if they’re dilated, but he can’t even leave the room to get anything that might help.
“Please, I just want to hear you sing for me,” he looks down at his friend and tugs his lower lip into his mouth to chew on until he hears a slight tune from Baekhyun’s mouth. Jongdae sighs in relief and heads to the bathroom to gather supplies, constantly keeping in mind that he can hear Baekhyun in the other room.
When he reappears moments later next to Baekhyun, Jongdae finally realizes that he’s singing Happy Birthday and he’s shocked into a moment of immobility.
“Hey crazy, why are you singing that song?” Jongdae asks once he can begin moving again and take inventory on all of Baekhyun’s battle wounds.
“I’m ‘specting cake shitface,” he mumbles out with a slight upward tilt to his mouth. Jongdae is so startled he lets out a sharp laugh and winces when he sees Baekhyun flinch. What is he going to do with this dumbass?
Title: Baekhyun Has "Intimacy Issues"
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Rating: PG-13 mentions of alcohol consumption??
Word Count: 285
“Baek, stay, please. It’s okay. I promise.”
“No, Jongdae, it’s not. You know I can’t do this.”
“Please just listen to me. Stay for breakfast. Don’t leave right now, not like this.” Jongdae’s hand is still on Baekhyun’s arm. He can see the slight wavering of his lips in the shadows dancing around his face.
Baekhyun looks away. He can still feel the slight buzz of the alcohol flowing beneath his skin. The adrenaline from touching another mixed with shitty beer and too many shots humming through his veins and making his vision swim. He shouldn’t have done this. He should’ve known better. Baekhyun knows he has no one that he can turn to now that he’s crossed this untouchable line with his best friend.
“Jongdae, you know me. You know why I can’t stay,” Baekhyun closes his eyes. He can’t look at Jongdae’s face when he walks away. He can’t see the disappointment and the knowing that will be in etched in Jongdae’s eyes. It’s because Jongdae knows him so well that he lets his hand drop away from his arm. The thud as it hits the hard college-issued mattress causes Baekhyun to squeeze his eyes shut harder as he backs away from the devastation he has caused.
His back hits the wall and he finally snaps into action. Baekhyun shakes his head and fumbles through the clothes on the floor. His unsteady legs carry him out of the door as he pulls a shirt over his head. Jongdae notices that it’s his but remains silent as his best friend flees from him. The door slams behind Baekhyun, forced shut by the wind streaming in through the open windows on the mild November night.
Title: Baekhyun "Makes Poor Life Choices"
Pairing: Baekhyun/Jongdae
Rating: PG-13 mentions of violence?? foul language??
Word Count: 676
“What the fuck?” Jongdae is not prepared for this. He’s not ready to see his constantly smiling and laughing best friend battered and on the verge of collapse in the doorframe of his apartment. Baekhyun is leaning heavily leaning against the door, holding his stomach with his left hand and covered in too much blood. His right arm is hanging limply by his side and he seems to be unable to open his eye on the same side.
“Please Jongdae I’ll explain later but right now…” He trails off and Jongdae realizes how much of an ass he’s being. His anger at being woken up at 4 a.m. is forgotten and he reaches out to Baekhyun. Just as he grabs onto the other male’s arm Baekhyun’s knees stop holding him up and he stumbles forward into Jongdae’s embrace.
“Fuck that hurts,” gushes from Baekhyun’s chapped and bloodied lips. He flinches as Jongdae tries to maneuver him into the apartment and out of the doorway that has already had too much action for one night.
“Jesus Baek, you couldn’t wait until the weekend to get the shit beat out of you?” Jongdae grumbles under his breath as he tries to maintain his composure and haul Baekhyun’s fat ass to the couch in his tiny apartment. The walk from the door to the open space designated as the living room has never felt so vast before, with Jongdae trying to support Baekhyun from behind. He has one arm wrapped around his waist and is trying to keep from pulling on his arm too hard.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to. You know I didn’t mean it I’m sorry,” Baekhyun begins slurring out as he rolls his head back onto Jongdae’s shoulder. Jongdae’s eyes snap over to his best friend’s face and his composure begins to fade as he realizes how potentially serious this situation could be.
“Hey! Come on dipshit! Keep your eyes open for me, yeah?” Jongdae tries to mask the words with fake cheer and he cringes at how stupid he sounds, certain that Baekhyun can hear the desperation laced in his voice. They finally make it to the couch and Baekhyun clumsily slumps down onto the cushions. His already droopy eyes slide further shut and Jongdae resists the temptation to just slap him awake. That wouldn’t help anyone in this situation.
“Listen to me, okay, I need you to stay awake,” Jongdae knows he should probably bring Baekhyun to the hospital but he’s not sure what shit Baekhyun has gotten himself into this time. “Can you sing for me right now? Please Baek? I need to hear your voice.”
“’Dae c’mon…” his words are even fainter now and Jongdae’s almost certain he received a head wound. He can’t just let him fall asleep like this with a possible concussion and unsteady walking, from what Jongdae remembers from his first aide training he needs to check Baekhyun’s pupils to see if they’re dilated, but he can’t even leave the room to get anything that might help.
“Please, I just want to hear you sing for me,” he looks down at his friend and tugs his lower lip into his mouth to chew on until he hears a slight tune from Baekhyun’s mouth. Jongdae sighs in relief and heads to the bathroom to gather supplies, constantly keeping in mind that he can hear Baekhyun in the other room.
When he reappears moments later next to Baekhyun, Jongdae finally realizes that he’s singing Happy Birthday and he’s shocked into a moment of immobility.
“Hey crazy, why are you singing that song?” Jongdae asks once he can begin moving again and take inventory on all of Baekhyun’s battle wounds.
“I’m ‘specting cake shitface,” he mumbles out with a slight upward tilt to his mouth. Jongdae is so startled he lets out a sharp laugh and winces when he sees Baekhyun flinch. What is he going to do with this dumbass?