[FIC] Various Pairings - EXO - Sugar Cubes - 1/1
Starring: EXO boys
Warning: very short, just a slice of life, crappy english, like really really crappy T_T unbetaed, probably some typos.. and Boys!LOVE of course (you've been warned)
Chap: 1/1
Beta: none
Genre: romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
Cerita dibawah ini meminjam karakter dan jati diri personel boyband EXO. I’m not them, I do not own them either, and I don’t have any relationship with them. The story below just from my head and pure fiction. Tidak merusak lingkungan dan dijamin just for fun.
~.~.~.~.~
“Hey,” I saw you walking in, with a sleepy face and bed-hair. You lift your face and smiled, rubbing your eyes as you pour a hot tea for yourself in a big cup.
“Morning.” You mumbled, took a sit beside me on the dining chair. Not for long, Baekhyun walked in and join us, eyes half closed as he reached for loaf and munching silently. I watch as you both stayed silent with your own breakfast, wondering what were inside your heads now.
“Um…” Luhan joined our little too quiet breakfast group with a confuse look, scratching the back of his head as he took a seat beside Baekhyun. “Why isn’t any sound here? Are yous feeling unwell, or…?” Luhan’s words filled the room again. The rest three of us shook our heads Me, because I don’t want to answer. I don’t know your, and Baekhyun’s, reasons. So Luhan fell silence, as he copied Baekhyun munching the loaf slowly.
D.O. walked in, wearing apron with a broom and duster in both hands-he’s been cleaning the house since I sat here alone, before you join me. He eyed the four of us with his extra big eyes, looks curious with our odd atmosphere.
“You guys alright?” he finally asked, when another fifteen minutes passed and no one of us said a word as he sweeping the floor. The four of us only shook our heads-again-and my reason is still the same. I don’t know about you, and about Luhan nor Baekhyun. “Well…” D.O. left the dining room, continued to search another spot in the house to clean. You followed his trace until he disappeared on the other side of the room, I can still hear his low humming, enjoying his work.
But I don’t know why you follow his trace. I don’t know, but I can assume. Maybe because he’s your lover, your roommate. And because we’re now all together in one house, we have to share a room with four people. You still shared a room with him, when I got separated from mine, Luhan. But although you both still shared a room, you don’t have much privacy like you had in the past, when there were only you and him own the room. I can feel your frustration, yes.
Luhan glanced up to me, and I locked my gaze with him for a good seconds until he stretched his lips, smiling sweetly.
Why.
When he knew that I can’t stand it, that the desire inside here was too long-abandoned, that I had to clenched my teeth to suppress all the tension. And it was just only with a single sweet, innocent smile.
But no, that somewhat sweet and innocent smile of his, not really innocent. I know, we know. Luhan isn’t the innocent one.
“Kris, can you pass me the sugar?” Baekhyun finally speaks. I grab the sugar cubes bowl beside me and hand it to him. He put one-two, three, four-isn’t that a little bit too much for a small cup of tea?
“Careful,” I said, and Baekhyun looked up to me.
“No diabetes gene in me.”
“High blood sugar level.” You added. Baekhyun’s gaze turns to you, and he shrugged, sighing as he rest his chin on the table, stirred his tea slowly.
“I want pasta.” He mumbled. You turn your head to the direction where D.O. disappeared before.
“Me too.” Luhan said. I want pasta too, somehow.
“Kyungsoo can make us some.”
“I wonder why he rarely cook for us lately.” You sighed.
“You ask, Jongin.” Baekhyun straightened his back, sipping on his tea. He shook his head and add another two cubes of sugar.
“Baekhyun,” I warned him, but he ignored me. “You will end up lying in hospital.”
“I don’t care, Chanyeol doesn’t need me anymore, anyway.” He pouts, reaching for the sugar cubes again. I snatched the bowl away, and put it far enough for him to touch.
“He just doesn’t want to do it when… um… when there’s people around.” I took a deep breath. I don’t want to touch Luhan when we’re not alone, either.
“Whatever.” Baekhyun let out a loud huff, gulping his tea. Looked slightly pissed.
So this is the life now. I have to deal with every frustration that lingering on the ceiling, when these people, including me and you, can’t get any gratification for our needs.
Well, just once in a while. Because sometimes some of us will took the bathroom or somewhere private-that rarely happen since we’re too hectic-or evacuate to the living room or plopping in another members’ bed because some of us decided to be careless enough to ruin the libido. In another words, it’s only you and D.O., meanwhile me and Chen had to run away from the noisy room yous caused. And I will never evacuate myself to the room where Luhan sleep, though. That’s dangerous. So mostly, I’m the one who took the sofa and poor Chen had to get squished-in in others’ room.
I wonder how long we will stand about this issue until we screwed our senses and just do whatever sweet depravity we have anywhere in this dorm. Private or not.
Warning: very short, just a slice of life, crappy english, like really really crappy T_T unbetaed, probably some typos.. and Boys!LOVE of course (you've been warned)
Chap: 1/1
Beta: none
Genre: romance, fluff
Rating: PG
Disclaimer:
Cerita dibawah ini meminjam karakter dan jati diri personel boyband EXO. I’m not them, I do not own them either, and I don’t have any relationship with them. The story below just from my head and pure fiction. Tidak merusak lingkungan dan dijamin just for fun.
~.~.~.~.~
“Hey,” I saw you walking in, with a sleepy face and bed-hair. You lift your face and smiled, rubbing your eyes as you pour a hot tea for yourself in a big cup.
“Morning.” You mumbled, took a sit beside me on the dining chair. Not for long, Baekhyun walked in and join us, eyes half closed as he reached for loaf and munching silently. I watch as you both stayed silent with your own breakfast, wondering what were inside your heads now.
“Um…” Luhan joined our little too quiet breakfast group with a confuse look, scratching the back of his head as he took a seat beside Baekhyun. “Why isn’t any sound here? Are yous feeling unwell, or…?” Luhan’s words filled the room again. The rest three of us shook our heads Me, because I don’t want to answer. I don’t know your, and Baekhyun’s, reasons. So Luhan fell silence, as he copied Baekhyun munching the loaf slowly.
D.O. walked in, wearing apron with a broom and duster in both hands-he’s been cleaning the house since I sat here alone, before you join me. He eyed the four of us with his extra big eyes, looks curious with our odd atmosphere.
“You guys alright?” he finally asked, when another fifteen minutes passed and no one of us said a word as he sweeping the floor. The four of us only shook our heads-again-and my reason is still the same. I don’t know about you, and about Luhan nor Baekhyun. “Well…” D.O. left the dining room, continued to search another spot in the house to clean. You followed his trace until he disappeared on the other side of the room, I can still hear his low humming, enjoying his work.
But I don’t know why you follow his trace. I don’t know, but I can assume. Maybe because he’s your lover, your roommate. And because we’re now all together in one house, we have to share a room with four people. You still shared a room with him, when I got separated from mine, Luhan. But although you both still shared a room, you don’t have much privacy like you had in the past, when there were only you and him own the room. I can feel your frustration, yes.
Luhan glanced up to me, and I locked my gaze with him for a good seconds until he stretched his lips, smiling sweetly.
Why.
When he knew that I can’t stand it, that the desire inside here was too long-abandoned, that I had to clenched my teeth to suppress all the tension. And it was just only with a single sweet, innocent smile.
But no, that somewhat sweet and innocent smile of his, not really innocent. I know, we know. Luhan isn’t the innocent one.
“Kris, can you pass me the sugar?” Baekhyun finally speaks. I grab the sugar cubes bowl beside me and hand it to him. He put one-two, three, four-isn’t that a little bit too much for a small cup of tea?
“Careful,” I said, and Baekhyun looked up to me.
“No diabetes gene in me.”
“High blood sugar level.” You added. Baekhyun’s gaze turns to you, and he shrugged, sighing as he rest his chin on the table, stirred his tea slowly.
“I want pasta.” He mumbled. You turn your head to the direction where D.O. disappeared before.
“Me too.” Luhan said. I want pasta too, somehow.
“Kyungsoo can make us some.”
“I wonder why he rarely cook for us lately.” You sighed.
“You ask, Jongin.” Baekhyun straightened his back, sipping on his tea. He shook his head and add another two cubes of sugar.
“Baekhyun,” I warned him, but he ignored me. “You will end up lying in hospital.”
“I don’t care, Chanyeol doesn’t need me anymore, anyway.” He pouts, reaching for the sugar cubes again. I snatched the bowl away, and put it far enough for him to touch.
“He just doesn’t want to do it when… um… when there’s people around.” I took a deep breath. I don’t want to touch Luhan when we’re not alone, either.
“Whatever.” Baekhyun let out a loud huff, gulping his tea. Looked slightly pissed.
So this is the life now. I have to deal with every frustration that lingering on the ceiling, when these people, including me and you, can’t get any gratification for our needs.
Well, just once in a while. Because sometimes some of us will took the bathroom or somewhere private-that rarely happen since we’re too hectic-or evacuate to the living room or plopping in another members’ bed because some of us decided to be careless enough to ruin the libido. In another words, it’s only you and D.O., meanwhile me and Chen had to run away from the noisy room yous caused. And I will never evacuate myself to the room where Luhan sleep, though. That’s dangerous. So mostly, I’m the one who took the sofa and poor Chen had to get squished-in in others’ room.
I wonder how long we will stand about this issue until we screwed our senses and just do whatever sweet depravity we have anywhere in this dorm. Private or not.