various; drabble dump 3
pairings: neo, haken, nhyuk, hyuken, hyukbin, leobin, wontaek, navi
ratings: different
warnings: angst, nsfw
words: each prompt 4-5 sentences
summary: 1. hyuken -- already perfect (nc-17); 2. haken -- lingerie (pg-13); 3. wontaek -- all we ever wanted (pg); 4. navi - crumbling (pg); 5. leobin -- feel you (nc-17); 6. hyukbin -- determined (pg); 7. nhyuk -- kiss me (pg); 8. neo -- intoxication (pg-13); 9. haken -- tease (nc-17); 10. neo -- snowflake (pg).
a/n: all requested for 4-5 sentences prompts on my writing tumblr :)
1. hyuken; already perfect
"But, hyung," Sanghyuk starts above him, a little insecure; Jaehwan laces their fingers together in an attempt to soothe him down.
"It’s gonna be okay, you’re already so good, Hyukkie," Jaehwan coos as he guides Sanghyuk’s other hand down his exposed skin, and he squeezes Sanghyuk’s hand in his when he sees the bright pink blush forming on Sanghyuk’s cheeks.
Sanghyuk swallows and nods, eyes glistening with both excitement and worry, and he tentatively wraps his fingers around Jaehwan’s erection, jerking his hand slowly. The low moan escaping from Jaehwan’s lips is more than enough to keep Sanghyuk going, cheeks tinted pink as he leans down, wrapping his lips around the tip of Jaehwan’s cock.
2. haken; lingerie
"Are you kidding me?" Jaehwan exclaims as he lifts the piece of garment in between his fingers, looking at it with eyes wide in incredulity, before turning them to look at Hakyeon, just as disbelieving.
Hakyeon just shrugs, an action Jaehwan knows means ‘why the hell not’, and he doesn’t know if this is a joke or dead serious.
"What am I supposed to do with that?” he asks, eyes glued to the underwear as he opens the parted middle with as little a touch as he can manage. He doesn’t see Hakyeon move behind him, hands coming up and under his shirt, running over his skin; Hakyeon’s lips are grazing his ears as he whispers, voice low, making Jaehwan shudder.
"I’m sure we’ll figure that out."
3. wontaek; all we ever wanted
Wonshik can feel the nervousness rolling off of Taekwoon in waves - he can see it, how his fingers holding the envelope are trembling, unable to move. He wraps his arms around Taekwoon’s middle, brushing a soft kiss just along the nape of his neck to calm him down.
"What- what if-" Taekwoon starts, and his voice is shaking so bad Wonshik has a hard time understanding him. "What if we’re not-"
Wonshik shakes his head, taking Taekwoon’s hands with the letter in between his own. Taekwoon draws a deep breath, and Wonshik holds the envelope while Taekwoon opens it, tormentingly slow; this time, it’s Wonshik’s turn to hold his breath while Taekwoon’s eyes scan over the lines, lower lip worried between his teeth. Wonshik’s heart almost stops when he sees a little tear forming in Taekwoon’s eye, before it runs down his cheek; then their eyes meet, and Taekwoon’s voice is nothing but a whisper as he speaks.
"We did it."
4. navi; crumbling
It’s Wonshik that finds him after two hours, sitting on the top of the stairs next to the door leading to the roof; Hakyeon can see the alarm in the younger’s eyes as they meet his - red and swollen and showing everything he wanted to hide.
Wonshik doesn’t say anything, simply sits down next to him and places Hakyeon’s head on his shoulder; Hakyeon really doesn’t want to break down, not in front of Wonshik, but the action makes his walls break, and before he knows it tears are running down his cheeks, damping the material of Wonshik’s sweater down to his skin.
They sit in silence for what feels like hours, Wonshik simply letting Hakyeon cry quietly onto his shoulder; it’s only when Hakyeon’s tears have dried up that he speaks, voice hoarse and croaked.
"I’m trying so hard," Hakyeon mumbles into Wonshik’s shirt, fingers clasped to his sleeve; he tries to get his voice even, but he can’t shake off the tremble in it.
"I know," Wonshik says softly, his hand coming up to wipe away the dampness on Hakyeon’s cheek before pulling him in, lips connecting with his in a firm but chaste kiss.
5. leobin; feel you
"Are you sure about this?" Taekwoon asks, lips brushing against his ear, and Hongbin lets out a low chuckle; he would run his fingers through Taekwoon’s hair and pull him close to kiss, if he only could.
"One-hundred-and-fifty percent," Hongbin replies with his voice deep in anticipation as Taekwoon brushes his fingers over the silky material of the blindfold; it’s matched to the cuffs chaining Hongbin to the bed, a dark navy blue, and even though the sensation felt weird at first, Hongbin thinks he’s really starting to like being tied up.
Taekwoon simply nods as he lifts Hongbin’s head gently with his fingers before bringing the cloth around the back of his head, and the last thing Hongbin sees as his vision is blinded dark is the dark glint of Taekwoon’s eyes, and his tongue licking his lips.
6. hyukbin; determined
"I’m not sure this is going to work," Sanghyuk whispers into Hongbin’s ear, trying to keep any sound as quiet as possible; Hongbin just smirks, and puts his finger to his lips, indicating for him to be quiet. Sanghyuk just about wants to retort again, when they hear the door of the bathroom open - they both put their hands over their mouths, hoping that the shower curtain keeps them safely hidden.
When they hear to door close again, Hongbin motions a countdown with his fingers. 3, 2, 1- they both jump out with roaring voices, intent on getting the biggest rise out of Jaehwan they’ve managed yet; only it wasn’t Jaehwan jumping up in surprise at their sudden appearance.
"I told you it’s a bad idea," Sanghyuk says thirty minutes later, after they’ve both received several hits over the head with their manager’s newspaper and a no-going-out punishment for their next schedule free day. Hongbin just shrugs, still rubbing the spot where Sinwoo-hyung had held him up by his ear, but Sanghyuk can see the gleam in his eyes as Jaehwan passes by giggling, sending them playfully reproachful looks.
"You’re not giving up, are you?"
Hongbin gives him a look that makes it pretty sure that Sanghyuk is not going to get out of this any time soon.
7. nhyuk; kiss me
Hakyeon’s eyes are filled with expectancy when he moves just a little more to the right, inconspicuously steering Sanghyuk along with him as he has all evening - it’s not his fault, really, that they have a mistletoe hanging right in the middle of the living room (probably Jaehwan’s idea, the little prat); he just really wants a kiss.
Only one, and it turns out that that one is harder to get than making Taekwoon dance to girl group dances.
Hakyeon sighs dejectedly when Sanghyuk is moved away again, Wonshik’s smile apologizing, but he ‘really needs him for that one line he’s writing’, and Hakyeon decides that maybe everyone is just simply plotting against him.
He sits down on the couch, sulking for the rest of the evening; everyone is slowly filing into bed, but Hakyeon doesn’t feel like joining them. He looks out of the window, into the dark view above the city, and he wonders if any of the members would notice the mistletoe missing the next morning.
He sighs deeply when he stands up, and just by instinct stops in his tracks when he walks under the mistletoe; he looks up at it, a little sad smile on his lips. He just wanted one kiss.
Suddenly Hakyeon feels warm hands touching his cheeks, tilting his head down, and Hakyeon freezes. His eyes meet dark brown ones, warm and with a little glint of amusement, and Hakyeon’s breath catches because the next thing he knows is that Sanghyuk’s mouth is on his, soft and sweet and perfect, and Hakyeon isn’t sure if all of this is real.
It’s real enough when Sanghyuk nibbles a little at his bottom lip, brushing his tongue against Hakyeon’s in languid touches; Hakyeon breathes in Sanghyuk’s scent, and his mind fogs over with everything Sanghyuk.
They part after a drawn out moment, Sanghyuk planting little pecks on Hakyeon’s mouth over and over until he manages to draw a smile on his lips; Hakyeon’s heart jumps in his chest, up and down and up again.
"You could’ve just asked, you know," Sanghyuk says softly, brushing his thumb over Hakyeon’s cheek; and Hakyeon knows then that he’s been silly because - it’s Sanghyuk he needs, and not the mistletoe.
8. neo; intoxication
"Kitty," Taekwoon slurs as his eyes trail after a grey cat’s tail disappearing around a corner; Hakyeon simply hosts him up, one of Taekwoon’s arms around his shoulders to support him as he walks them home. He didn’t plan to have Taekwoon this drunk after a couple of beers, but Taekwoon had ordered himself a bottle of soju while Hakyeon was on the phone talking with their manager, and he hadn’t bothered using the glasses to drink it down to half by the time Hakyeon ended the call.
"Kitt-y," Taekwoon hiccups again, this time poking the index finger of his left hand into Hakyeon’s cheek. There’s a smile on Taekwoon’s lips when Hakyeon turns to look at him with a raised eyebrow, and he can’t help his eyes flickering down to Taekwoon’s shiny pink lips.
"Cute," Taekwoon mumbles then, and he almost falls out of Hakyeon’s grip as he attempts to plant a kiss on Hakyeon’s cheek, stumbling over his feet; Hakyeon can feel the warmth spread over his face and to the tip of his ears, and he swears that he can still feel Taekwoon’s lips linger where they had just pressed against his cheek.
9. haken; tease
"Whoa, slow down!" Hakyeon chuckles against Jaehwan’s lips pressing on his own, feeling the firm dip of Jaehwan’s fingers along the skin of his hips; it’s needy, raw and hasty at the core, and it makes Hakyeon’s heart beat so much faster in his chest. Jaehwan doesn’t reply, only moving his lips away from Hakyeon’s to press them to the base of his neck, sucking the skin between his teeth as he presses Hakyeon against the mirror of the dressing room.
"Do you really want me to?" Jaehwan whispers just under his ear and it runs shivers down Hakyeon’s spine, the way his breath hits his sensitive skin just so, the way Jaehwan’s hands are everywhere, groping firmly. It makes Hakyeon moan, fingers tangling into Jaehwan’s hair, gripping tightly at the strands.
"No," he answers breathlessly, and he tugs Jaehwan’s mouth back up to meet his. His other hand comes down to brush along the front of Jaehwan’s tight white jeans, eliciting a deep growl in the base of Jaehwan’s throat; but as fast as Hakyeon has touched him, he retreats, fingers in Jaehwan’s hair pulling him back.
Hakyeon looks at him, glistening lips and pink tinted cheeks, irises blown with the heat of their ministrations, and he knows he must look exactly the same. He runs his hand over Jaehwan’s growing erection one last time, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"We need to get on stage."
Hakyeon is sure he’s never heard Jaehwan groan this loud - at least not out of frustration.
10. neo; snowflake
"You know," Taekwoon says as he bends down a little to enclose his fingers around one of the snow globes exposed on the shelf below, "I don’t get why people buy this." He gives the globe a tentative shake, watching the little white dots of fake snow fall onto the sculpted scenery below in a little whirl.
Hakyeon watches him, hands in the pockets of his clerk skirting, red with white fluffy edges for the upcoming holiday, and he almost laughs at the way Taekwoon’s eyes furrow as he watches the globe intently until the last flake of snow lands down.
"It’s cute- I thought you liked cute things." Hakyeon shoots him a smile before retreating behind the counter to wrap festive bows around the presents bags, but he’s sure he hears Taekwoon’s soft voice mumble ‘alive cute things’ under his breath.
"Like me?" Hakyeon asks with a smug grin breaking over his lips, and there’s a jingle as the front door opens just as Taekwoon is spluttering over his words, cheeks growing treacherously bright pink.