Advent 2015 [week 1]
Title: Advent 2015
Fandoms: (in this part) BAP, GOT7,EXO,Super Junior,f(x)
Pairings: Himchan/Jongup, JB/Yugyeom, Luhan/Baekhyun,Shindong/Sungmin,Lay/Chanyeol,Sulli/Amber
Rating: overall PG13
❆masterpost
1. turning into a girl || himchan/jongup || bandverse || ~600w
“Rise and shine, kids!”
Even after spending a year apart and each of them moving back in with their parents during their hiatus, some habits are hard to drop. Sounding like a nagging mother through and through, Himchan barges in Youngjae and Jongup’s bedroom to wake them up, all six B.A.P. members finally back together to share a dorm and the stage.
Himchan roughly pats Youngjae’s sleeping form, then moves to Jongup’s bed, where he cruelly torns the comforter off the second youngest before freezing, doing a double and triple take of the snoring bo...girl?
Light grey bangs, much longer than usual, partly cover a softer but defined jaw and partly fan on the white pillow, giving Jongup an angelic aura. All innocent thoughts go out of the window when Himchan rakes his eyes down the younger’s body: the muscle tee Jongup wore to sleep now barely contains his fleshed out chest, round mounds almost spilling out of the deep cuts on the t-shirt’s sides; toned, naked legs rest on the mattress in a ‘P’ shape, causing the t-shirt to ride up Jongup’s female hips just slightly.
Quietly, Himchan covers Jongup again and leaves the room in a daze, closing the door behind himself with a soft click.
He screams in Yongguk’s face when the elder so much as grunts a ‘morning’ on his way to the toilet.
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“I expected Himchan hyung to be the first to turn into a girl, to be honest.”
“Excuse me?”
Himchan throws a pillow at Junhong, who avoids it swiftly and has the gall to snicker from the safety of the door.
“Why would any of us be supposed to turn into a girl?!”
“Everybody calm down!” Youngjae raises his voice, looking frantically between the quarreling duo and the rest of the members gathered in his and Jongup’s bedroom, pointedly avoiding to look at their main dancer as he brainwashes himself that everything is fine, it’s not like Jonguppie suddenly turned female, it’s scientifically impossible.
“You’re the one freaking out, Jae,” Daehyun observes between a spoonful of breakfast and another, throwing the younger boy a dopey, rice studded smile.
“You try waking up to discover your roommate became a freaking girl overnight!!” Youngjae rebuts, shooting an arm in the general direction of Jongup, who still hasn’t said a word.
Himchan interjects, “You were still sleeping when I made the discovery!!!” and tosses one of the many plushies the fangirls gifted them, aiming for Youngjae’s face but sorely missing.
“Uhm.”
Silence falls upon the dormitory as Yongguk, very eloquently, finally snaps out of his quiet astonishment. He asks the billion dollar question.
“How...and why...did that happen?”
Jongup shrugs, his hair brushing his shoulders as he does so. He’s swimming in one of his already oversized sweaters, since he became even shorter and leaner, but softer in all the right places; Himchan hastily fetched it for him once the elder collected himself after the initial shock (and waking the neighbors up with his shrieks).
Jongup observes each of the members’ reactions intently under the fog of sleep, eventually focusing his small eyes on a flushed Himchan, who tends to cover his embarrassment--and the fact that he enjoyed the view before being a gentleman--by throwing non-lethal objects and being louder than usual.
“Oppa~” Jongup calls out in an even more soft spoken voice that makes everyone stop in their tracks, including Daehyun who leaves his spoon hovering just out of reach from his mouth.
Himchan’s anguished cry echoes through the whole apartment building that fateful morning that Moon Jongup turned into a girl.
2. phone call || jb/yugyeum || steward!AU || ~500w
The sky is blending from orange to purple when Jaebum is back on land, towing his carry-on along the jetbridge and finally stepping in the airport. Too bad it’s not his final destination, but rather a place 9,000 km (give or take) away from his own country, where he’s looking forward to spend the handful of vacation days he got for Christmas holidays.
Jaebum has just skirted a trio of unruly children when his phone buzzes, interrupting his quest for food.
“Hello?”
“Jaebumie hyung, hello~”
Those simple words make Jaebum’s lips immediately stretch in a bashful smile. He resumes his walk while continuing the conversation, posticipating his dinner.
“Yugyeom-ah, isn’t it the middle of the night over there?”
As if on cue, the younger guy yawns unabashedly, the sound crackling through the phone and the miles apart.
“I take that as a yes,” the steward snickers, enjoying Yugyeom’s weak protests.
They engage in mindless conversations and catching up, leaving the juiciest stories for their reunion, until Yugyeom can’t ignore the elephant in the room anymore and is unable to stop himself from asking, “When are you coming home?”
Truth is, Jaebum has hopped from airport to metropolis to paradise for well over six months, returning home briefly only twice, and he hasn’t seen neither his parents nor his boyfriend all this while.
“In three weeks,” he reassures, trying to sound convincing both to Yugyeom and to himself.
“It’s still too much,” the younger whines, voice coming in puffs through the speakers in his efforts to get comfortable in the half empty bed.
Jaebum is attempting to comfort Yugyeom when he drifts off, distracted by the display window of a duty free jewelry store. He must’ve zoned out because he suddenly hears his boyfriend calling his name repeatedly.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I, uh…” Jaebum quickly looks around for ‘inspiration’, “...was checking the menu and was unable to multitask.” he lies through his teeth, pretending to be already in the restaurant across the shop he’s standing in front of.
Yugyeom hums in understanding and doesn’t delve more in the matter, sounding more sleepy than concerned about being lied to. Jaebum’s grimace at his own white lie turns into an affectionate smile, at the same time as a pang of longing for his playful boyfriend resonates in his chest.
“Go to sleep, Yugyeom-ah,” he says in a mockingly commanding voice.
“Okay, daaaad.” Jaebum can see the younger rolling his eyes as if he were right in front of him. “I miss you, hyung! Talk to you soon! Love you!”
Yugyeom bids his goodbye cheerfully, then hangs up, but only after Jaebum reciprocates.
The steward slips his phone back in the pocket of his tailored jacket with rosier cheeks, and enters the jewelry store, keeping an eye on the leather and silver bracelet he thinks will be a great Christmas present for Yugyeom.
Jaebum leaves the shop with a skip in his step and a pat to his pocket, the weight of a rectangular box comforting him. Christmas Day can’t come fast enough.
3. fansites || luhan/baekhyun || A/R where EXO M disbanded and Baekhyun isn’t an idol || ~300w
What is a guy, in his early twenties and Korean to boot, doing among a crowd of impatient and jittery fangirls, who throw unabashed looks of disdain at him and gossip in a language that they think he doesn’t understand, but he does?
If the photocamera with powerful zoom he’s cradling isn’t a clue enough, Byun Baekhyun, that’s his name, is the master of the biggest South Korea-based fansite dedicated to chinese idol Lu Han. Baekhyun has followed Lu Han’s career since his debut in a short-lived project group with Chinese and Korean members, promising but badly managed, through his rise to stardom back in his motherland.
Today’s schedule brought Baekhyun all the way to Changsha for the recording of a Happy Camp episode, that revolves around the cast of the movie “The Witness”. The fanboy wishes he could cheer more actively and enjoy the show with his own eyes, rather than through the camera lenses, but he has responsibilities, so he starts snapping feverishly as the curtain lifts to reveal Lu Han and Yangmi posing coolly on a motorbike.
The audience’s cheers raise considerably at the idol’s appearance, since it consists mostly of fangirls. The girl sitting next to Baekhyun is particularly obnoxious and unapologetic when she elbows his arm more than once, making his job harder; he can only bite his tongue and pretend she doesn’t exist, focusing on taking the best pictures he can of his endearingly awkward ‘ultimate bias’.
Ultimate bias that spots Baekhyun and his humongous camera in the middle of the crowd, going out of his way to lock eyes with and wave cutely at the familiar fan through the day, even when he feels insecure in high but sturdy, glittering red heels.
Senpai noticed Baekhyun who, beet red, grins underneath his camera, basking in the venomous glares the other fans send his way because Lu Han smiled at him.
4. don’t touch it || shindong/sungmin || archeologists!AU || ~300w
“Don’t!”
Shindong freezes. He turns to look at Sungmin, who’s sporting an equally scratched and dirty face as him, his beige shirt frayed and turned darker with sweat and dust; the younger guide’s expression is nearly panicked as he watches Shindong on the raised altar, only a hair width between his hand and the crudely carved baboon-head-shaped stone lodged in the middle of the rock table.
“Seriously, don’t touch it,” Sungmin insists, and walks the couple of meters that separate him from the steps leading to the altar.
Shindong laughs dismissively. “It was already knocked over and I don’t see any mechanism underneath it. It doesn’t seem to have a religious meaning or function, neither is it encrusted with gems: as interesting an object as it is for us archeologists, it isn’t that valuable that justifies defensive measures,” he reasons.
“How did you even survive until now, oh my god,” Sungmin hisses, not really caring if the careless and stubborn professor heard him or not thanks to the faint echo in the room. He has just stepped on the platform when Shindong picks the sculpture up and turns it in his hands, admiring it from side to side before a telltale rumble fills the temple’s chamber.
Even after centuries of disuse, humidity and abandon, the mechanisms are in perfect condition, to the point that the two men don’t have the time to run away before the platform collapses beneath their feet.
Their screams feel like they last longer than the actual fall. Sungmin and Shindong have been lucky enough to fall in an underground swamp without any of the biggest structural stones crushing them, rather splashing all over the place, while some of the smaller ones add more cuts and bruises to the archeologists’ sore skin.
The room is quiet save for the men’s heavy breathing, relieved for making it out alive. Sungmin props himself up to look around: at the partially inundated room, at the only way out of there, at the sorry state of his clothes, at the idiot that landed them in that situation. He falls bonelessly on his back with a heavy sigh, splashing some mud every which way.
“For fuck’s sake…”
5. hot cocoa || lay/chanyeol || snowed in!AU || ~500w
The scenery outside the small kitchen window looks like a postcard: white-streaked mountains in the background, bigger pine trees the closer to the cabin you get, an expanse of extremely soft and for the most part untouched snow all around.
Chanyeol looks wistfully at the evocative landscape while stirring a pot of hot cocoa, distracted by the fragile snowflakes melting quickly on the window when he’s supposed to avoid the forming of clumps.
Yixing is taking a nap, and Chanyeol’s plan is to wake him up with the sweet smell of the chocolate-y drink. This is a step into Chanyeol’ fantasy for a romantic weekend in a snowed-in cabin, with Yixing going around in nothing but woolen socks and an oversized knit sweater that reaches his bare mid thighs, the long sleeves covering his hands adorably as he brings a cup of steaming hot cocoa to his lips while they sit side by side in front of the fireplace. At least Chanyeol can count on Yixing’s inability to stand stuffy and exceedingly warm clothing for long, unlike his ex boyfriend, who favored being warm over appeal (he certainly looked adorable in his extra long and puffy coat, zipped all the way to his chin with the hood up...I’m digressing).
Chanyeol has been so immersed in his daydreaming, he didn’t hear the bedroom door click open and soft steps padding on the parquet, stopping right behind him. He gasps when a pair of arms sleepily circle his mid torso, and even more so when he notices the fuzzy material of the sweater Yixing is wearing: Chanyeol’s expectations are rising high.
“Slept well?” he asks, twisting to plant a kiss on Yixing’s head while continuing to stir.
“Mh-mh,” Yixing nods against the taller guy’s shoulder, his eyes starting to open only now.
They remain stuck to one another cozily, in silence, until Chanyeol finally glances down at the angrily bubbling hot cocoa, that turned definitely too hot and dark to look tasty. He curses, hastily turning the stove off and setting the pot aside before steering Yixing towards the fireplace with promises of a delicious treat.
(Chanyeol notes with a heavy heart that Yixing is indeed wearing a large sweater and knit socks, but also heavy-duty pants.)
Barely salvageable hot cocoa is poured in matching mugs, gifted by their friends, and covered with half a can of spray whipped cream each. The easily distracted cook brings the beverages in the living room, handing Yixing his purple mug with what Chanyeol thinks is a reassuring smile.
The couple sits flush against each other on the carpet, leaning against the couch to be a tad more comfortable, and clink their mugs together before digging in the white topping. Both guys are stalling, making the whipped cream last more than it should, before Chanyeol braves the still scalding hot cocoa; with the excuse of checking his phone, the younger man turns the opposite way, pulling a face at the drink’s bitterness.
“How is it?” Chanyeol asks cheerfully, but dying a bit inside. Yixing takes his time tasting the hot cocoa with his eyes closed, not letting any reaction transpire on his face.
“Bitter,” is the elder’s calm answer.
Yixing hides a smile in the cup at Chanyeol’s defeated ‘d’oh’.
6. towel || sulli/amber || punk band!AU || ~300w
note: brief appearance from Krystal (Soojung),Luna (Sunyoung),Seulgi,Wendy (Seungwan). I’m oh so original with names that I recycled the titles of two f(x) albums for the bar and the band’s names :L
4Walls is Amber’s favorite bar to play at: responsive and enthusiastic audience, the best sound systems they could dream of for such a place, comprehensive choice of beer, and the prettiest bartender she ever laid eyes on.
Amber may have been flailing and banging on her drum kit for the whole duration of their set, and Jinri may have been busy serving patrons as Pink Tape played, but they still managed to lock eyes and exchange secretive smiles every now and again, as cliché as it may sound.
Tonight’s gig has come to an end after three encore requests. Soojung is wrapping up her bass’ cable when she catches the drummer’s attention with an inconspicuous cough.
“Pretty girl at 2 o’clock,” she informs Amber quickly, continuing as if nothing happened, long hot pink hair hiding her smirk from the two girls.
Amber snaps her head up from the cymbal she’s unbolting, and her immediate response to the approaching girl’s wide smile is to grin back and call out, “Yo, Jinri-ah!”
The bartender forgoes the one-step ladder to hoist herself up on stage with a long leg, barely upsetting the uncapped beer bottles placed on the round tray while her pleated skirt rides up teasingly.
“Every night you play here you gals sound better and better!” Jinri compliments as she hands out some drinks, starting from Sunyoung, who needs it the most after singing relentlessly and so full of energy for so long; she then moves to Seulgi the guitarist, Seungwan the keytarist, Soojung, and finally Amber. A white towel with the bar’s logo is hooked to Jinri’s elbow: she startles the older girl when she drops the towel on her shoulders and, uncaring of the sweat, starts running her fingers through Amber’s bleached and matted hair.
“Your best show so far,” Jinri comments in a stage whisper as she leans down to kiss the drummer’s cheek.
“You say that every time,” Amber rebuts, amused. She turns to meet Jinri halfway and kisses her properly, both sets of lips twisting up in amusement at the catcalls resonating from the band members and some of the regulars.
Fandoms: (in this part) BAP, GOT7,EXO,Super Junior,f(x)
Pairings: Himchan/Jongup, JB/Yugyeom, Luhan/Baekhyun,Shindong/Sungmin,Lay/Chanyeol,Sulli/Amber
Rating: overall PG13
❆masterpost
1. turning into a girl || himchan/jongup || bandverse || ~600w
“Rise and shine, kids!”
Even after spending a year apart and each of them moving back in with their parents during their hiatus, some habits are hard to drop. Sounding like a nagging mother through and through, Himchan barges in Youngjae and Jongup’s bedroom to wake them up, all six B.A.P. members finally back together to share a dorm and the stage.
Himchan roughly pats Youngjae’s sleeping form, then moves to Jongup’s bed, where he cruelly torns the comforter off the second youngest before freezing, doing a double and triple take of the snoring bo...girl?
Light grey bangs, much longer than usual, partly cover a softer but defined jaw and partly fan on the white pillow, giving Jongup an angelic aura. All innocent thoughts go out of the window when Himchan rakes his eyes down the younger’s body: the muscle tee Jongup wore to sleep now barely contains his fleshed out chest, round mounds almost spilling out of the deep cuts on the t-shirt’s sides; toned, naked legs rest on the mattress in a ‘P’ shape, causing the t-shirt to ride up Jongup’s female hips just slightly.
Quietly, Himchan covers Jongup again and leaves the room in a daze, closing the door behind himself with a soft click.
He screams in Yongguk’s face when the elder so much as grunts a ‘morning’ on his way to the toilet.
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“I expected Himchan hyung to be the first to turn into a girl, to be honest.”
“Excuse me?”
Himchan throws a pillow at Junhong, who avoids it swiftly and has the gall to snicker from the safety of the door.
“Why would any of us be supposed to turn into a girl?!”
“Everybody calm down!” Youngjae raises his voice, looking frantically between the quarreling duo and the rest of the members gathered in his and Jongup’s bedroom, pointedly avoiding to look at their main dancer as he brainwashes himself that everything is fine, it’s not like Jonguppie suddenly turned female, it’s scientifically impossible.
“You’re the one freaking out, Jae,” Daehyun observes between a spoonful of breakfast and another, throwing the younger boy a dopey, rice studded smile.
“You try waking up to discover your roommate became a freaking girl overnight!!” Youngjae rebuts, shooting an arm in the general direction of Jongup, who still hasn’t said a word.
Himchan interjects, “You were still sleeping when I made the discovery!!!” and tosses one of the many plushies the fangirls gifted them, aiming for Youngjae’s face but sorely missing.
“Uhm.”
Silence falls upon the dormitory as Yongguk, very eloquently, finally snaps out of his quiet astonishment. He asks the billion dollar question.
“How...and why...did that happen?”
Jongup shrugs, his hair brushing his shoulders as he does so. He’s swimming in one of his already oversized sweaters, since he became even shorter and leaner, but softer in all the right places; Himchan hastily fetched it for him once the elder collected himself after the initial shock (and waking the neighbors up with his shrieks).
Jongup observes each of the members’ reactions intently under the fog of sleep, eventually focusing his small eyes on a flushed Himchan, who tends to cover his embarrassment--and the fact that he enjoyed the view before being a gentleman--by throwing non-lethal objects and being louder than usual.
“Oppa~” Jongup calls out in an even more soft spoken voice that makes everyone stop in their tracks, including Daehyun who leaves his spoon hovering just out of reach from his mouth.
Himchan’s anguished cry echoes through the whole apartment building that fateful morning that Moon Jongup turned into a girl.
2. phone call || jb/yugyeum || steward!AU || ~500w
The sky is blending from orange to purple when Jaebum is back on land, towing his carry-on along the jetbridge and finally stepping in the airport. Too bad it’s not his final destination, but rather a place 9,000 km (give or take) away from his own country, where he’s looking forward to spend the handful of vacation days he got for Christmas holidays.
Jaebum has just skirted a trio of unruly children when his phone buzzes, interrupting his quest for food.
“Hello?”
“Jaebumie hyung, hello~”
Those simple words make Jaebum’s lips immediately stretch in a bashful smile. He resumes his walk while continuing the conversation, posticipating his dinner.
“Yugyeom-ah, isn’t it the middle of the night over there?”
As if on cue, the younger guy yawns unabashedly, the sound crackling through the phone and the miles apart.
“I take that as a yes,” the steward snickers, enjoying Yugyeom’s weak protests.
They engage in mindless conversations and catching up, leaving the juiciest stories for their reunion, until Yugyeom can’t ignore the elephant in the room anymore and is unable to stop himself from asking, “When are you coming home?”
Truth is, Jaebum has hopped from airport to metropolis to paradise for well over six months, returning home briefly only twice, and he hasn’t seen neither his parents nor his boyfriend all this while.
“In three weeks,” he reassures, trying to sound convincing both to Yugyeom and to himself.
“It’s still too much,” the younger whines, voice coming in puffs through the speakers in his efforts to get comfortable in the half empty bed.
Jaebum is attempting to comfort Yugyeom when he drifts off, distracted by the display window of a duty free jewelry store. He must’ve zoned out because he suddenly hears his boyfriend calling his name repeatedly.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. I, uh…” Jaebum quickly looks around for ‘inspiration’, “...was checking the menu and was unable to multitask.” he lies through his teeth, pretending to be already in the restaurant across the shop he’s standing in front of.
Yugyeom hums in understanding and doesn’t delve more in the matter, sounding more sleepy than concerned about being lied to. Jaebum’s grimace at his own white lie turns into an affectionate smile, at the same time as a pang of longing for his playful boyfriend resonates in his chest.
“Go to sleep, Yugyeom-ah,” he says in a mockingly commanding voice.
“Okay, daaaad.” Jaebum can see the younger rolling his eyes as if he were right in front of him. “I miss you, hyung! Talk to you soon! Love you!”
Yugyeom bids his goodbye cheerfully, then hangs up, but only after Jaebum reciprocates.
The steward slips his phone back in the pocket of his tailored jacket with rosier cheeks, and enters the jewelry store, keeping an eye on the leather and silver bracelet he thinks will be a great Christmas present for Yugyeom.
Jaebum leaves the shop with a skip in his step and a pat to his pocket, the weight of a rectangular box comforting him. Christmas Day can’t come fast enough.
3. fansites || luhan/baekhyun || A/R where EXO M disbanded and Baekhyun isn’t an idol || ~300w
What is a guy, in his early twenties and Korean to boot, doing among a crowd of impatient and jittery fangirls, who throw unabashed looks of disdain at him and gossip in a language that they think he doesn’t understand, but he does?
If the photocamera with powerful zoom he’s cradling isn’t a clue enough, Byun Baekhyun, that’s his name, is the master of the biggest South Korea-based fansite dedicated to chinese idol Lu Han. Baekhyun has followed Lu Han’s career since his debut in a short-lived project group with Chinese and Korean members, promising but badly managed, through his rise to stardom back in his motherland.
Today’s schedule brought Baekhyun all the way to Changsha for the recording of a Happy Camp episode, that revolves around the cast of the movie “The Witness”. The fanboy wishes he could cheer more actively and enjoy the show with his own eyes, rather than through the camera lenses, but he has responsibilities, so he starts snapping feverishly as the curtain lifts to reveal Lu Han and Yangmi posing coolly on a motorbike.
The audience’s cheers raise considerably at the idol’s appearance, since it consists mostly of fangirls. The girl sitting next to Baekhyun is particularly obnoxious and unapologetic when she elbows his arm more than once, making his job harder; he can only bite his tongue and pretend she doesn’t exist, focusing on taking the best pictures he can of his endearingly awkward ‘ultimate bias’.
Ultimate bias that spots Baekhyun and his humongous camera in the middle of the crowd, going out of his way to lock eyes with and wave cutely at the familiar fan through the day, even when he feels insecure in high but sturdy, glittering red heels.
Senpai noticed Baekhyun who, beet red, grins underneath his camera, basking in the venomous glares the other fans send his way because Lu Han smiled at him.
4. don’t touch it || shindong/sungmin || archeologists!AU || ~300w
“Don’t!”
Shindong freezes. He turns to look at Sungmin, who’s sporting an equally scratched and dirty face as him, his beige shirt frayed and turned darker with sweat and dust; the younger guide’s expression is nearly panicked as he watches Shindong on the raised altar, only a hair width between his hand and the crudely carved baboon-head-shaped stone lodged in the middle of the rock table.
“Seriously, don’t touch it,” Sungmin insists, and walks the couple of meters that separate him from the steps leading to the altar.
Shindong laughs dismissively. “It was already knocked over and I don’t see any mechanism underneath it. It doesn’t seem to have a religious meaning or function, neither is it encrusted with gems: as interesting an object as it is for us archeologists, it isn’t that valuable that justifies defensive measures,” he reasons.
“How did you even survive until now, oh my god,” Sungmin hisses, not really caring if the careless and stubborn professor heard him or not thanks to the faint echo in the room. He has just stepped on the platform when Shindong picks the sculpture up and turns it in his hands, admiring it from side to side before a telltale rumble fills the temple’s chamber.
Even after centuries of disuse, humidity and abandon, the mechanisms are in perfect condition, to the point that the two men don’t have the time to run away before the platform collapses beneath their feet.
Their screams feel like they last longer than the actual fall. Sungmin and Shindong have been lucky enough to fall in an underground swamp without any of the biggest structural stones crushing them, rather splashing all over the place, while some of the smaller ones add more cuts and bruises to the archeologists’ sore skin.
The room is quiet save for the men’s heavy breathing, relieved for making it out alive. Sungmin props himself up to look around: at the partially inundated room, at the only way out of there, at the sorry state of his clothes, at the idiot that landed them in that situation. He falls bonelessly on his back with a heavy sigh, splashing some mud every which way.
“For fuck’s sake…”
5. hot cocoa || lay/chanyeol || snowed in!AU || ~500w
The scenery outside the small kitchen window looks like a postcard: white-streaked mountains in the background, bigger pine trees the closer to the cabin you get, an expanse of extremely soft and for the most part untouched snow all around.
Chanyeol looks wistfully at the evocative landscape while stirring a pot of hot cocoa, distracted by the fragile snowflakes melting quickly on the window when he’s supposed to avoid the forming of clumps.
Yixing is taking a nap, and Chanyeol’s plan is to wake him up with the sweet smell of the chocolate-y drink. This is a step into Chanyeol’ fantasy for a romantic weekend in a snowed-in cabin, with Yixing going around in nothing but woolen socks and an oversized knit sweater that reaches his bare mid thighs, the long sleeves covering his hands adorably as he brings a cup of steaming hot cocoa to his lips while they sit side by side in front of the fireplace. At least Chanyeol can count on Yixing’s inability to stand stuffy and exceedingly warm clothing for long, unlike his ex boyfriend, who favored being warm over appeal (he certainly looked adorable in his extra long and puffy coat, zipped all the way to his chin with the hood up...I’m digressing).
Chanyeol has been so immersed in his daydreaming, he didn’t hear the bedroom door click open and soft steps padding on the parquet, stopping right behind him. He gasps when a pair of arms sleepily circle his mid torso, and even more so when he notices the fuzzy material of the sweater Yixing is wearing: Chanyeol’s expectations are rising high.
“Slept well?” he asks, twisting to plant a kiss on Yixing’s head while continuing to stir.
“Mh-mh,” Yixing nods against the taller guy’s shoulder, his eyes starting to open only now.
They remain stuck to one another cozily, in silence, until Chanyeol finally glances down at the angrily bubbling hot cocoa, that turned definitely too hot and dark to look tasty. He curses, hastily turning the stove off and setting the pot aside before steering Yixing towards the fireplace with promises of a delicious treat.
(Chanyeol notes with a heavy heart that Yixing is indeed wearing a large sweater and knit socks, but also heavy-duty pants.)
Barely salvageable hot cocoa is poured in matching mugs, gifted by their friends, and covered with half a can of spray whipped cream each. The easily distracted cook brings the beverages in the living room, handing Yixing his purple mug with what Chanyeol thinks is a reassuring smile.
The couple sits flush against each other on the carpet, leaning against the couch to be a tad more comfortable, and clink their mugs together before digging in the white topping. Both guys are stalling, making the whipped cream last more than it should, before Chanyeol braves the still scalding hot cocoa; with the excuse of checking his phone, the younger man turns the opposite way, pulling a face at the drink’s bitterness.
“How is it?” Chanyeol asks cheerfully, but dying a bit inside. Yixing takes his time tasting the hot cocoa with his eyes closed, not letting any reaction transpire on his face.
“Bitter,” is the elder’s calm answer.
Yixing hides a smile in the cup at Chanyeol’s defeated ‘d’oh’.
6. towel || sulli/amber || punk band!AU || ~300w
note: brief appearance from Krystal (Soojung),Luna (Sunyoung),Seulgi,Wendy (Seungwan). I’m oh so original with names that I recycled the titles of two f(x) albums for the bar and the band’s names :L
4Walls is Amber’s favorite bar to play at: responsive and enthusiastic audience, the best sound systems they could dream of for such a place, comprehensive choice of beer, and the prettiest bartender she ever laid eyes on.
Amber may have been flailing and banging on her drum kit for the whole duration of their set, and Jinri may have been busy serving patrons as Pink Tape played, but they still managed to lock eyes and exchange secretive smiles every now and again, as cliché as it may sound.
Tonight’s gig has come to an end after three encore requests. Soojung is wrapping up her bass’ cable when she catches the drummer’s attention with an inconspicuous cough.
“Pretty girl at 2 o’clock,” she informs Amber quickly, continuing as if nothing happened, long hot pink hair hiding her smirk from the two girls.
Amber snaps her head up from the cymbal she’s unbolting, and her immediate response to the approaching girl’s wide smile is to grin back and call out, “Yo, Jinri-ah!”
The bartender forgoes the one-step ladder to hoist herself up on stage with a long leg, barely upsetting the uncapped beer bottles placed on the round tray while her pleated skirt rides up teasingly.
“Every night you play here you gals sound better and better!” Jinri compliments as she hands out some drinks, starting from Sunyoung, who needs it the most after singing relentlessly and so full of energy for so long; she then moves to Seulgi the guitarist, Seungwan the keytarist, Soojung, and finally Amber. A white towel with the bar’s logo is hooked to Jinri’s elbow: she startles the older girl when she drops the towel on her shoulders and, uncaring of the sweat, starts running her fingers through Amber’s bleached and matted hair.
“Your best show so far,” Jinri comments in a stage whisper as she leans down to kiss the drummer’s cheek.
“You say that every time,” Amber rebuts, amused. She turns to meet Jinri halfway and kisses her properly, both sets of lips twisting up in amusement at the catcalls resonating from the band members and some of the regulars.