three drabbles
just something for a wonderful friend of mine
suho/girl!chen, pg-13
Sometimes Joonmyun thinks that Jongdae’s way too comfortable around him.
It's a lazy Saturday afternoon and Joonmyun has all the time in the world, no projects to rush. As a result, he lounges in his living room clad in the ugliest but comfiest pajamas known to man, a wide variety of snack wrappers littering the floor. He grimaces every so often when he shifts on the couch and feels crumbs digging into his thighs. And what better way is there to share these moments than with his best friend, who rushed over in sweats, her usual long, wavy hair strung into a messy bun.
Joonmyun leans back on the couch, supporting Jongdae's form in his lap. They've been mindlessly watching a marathon of Disney movies, and after The Little Mermaid, Jongdae's resorted to texting noisily. Joonmyun chances a look at the clock ticking above the TV. 2:37.
"Dae-yah." The girl hums in response, but doesn't look away from her phone. Joonmyun tries again, wanting her full attention. "Jongdae."
She finally looks up, tossing her device to the floor. "What is it?" Her hair’s starting to fall out of its loose coil from rubbing against his thighs for the past few hours, but it doesn't seem like she's going to fix it anytime soon.
"I'm bored."
Jongdae rolls her eyes, flipping onto her side so she breathes on his stomach. “Well. What do you suggest we do then?”
“I wanna nap.” He punctuates this request with a timely yawn.
“God you’re so lame.” Jongdae whines, hands grappling for the hem of his shirt and nosing at the soft fabric, presumably to sniff him. He remembers her repeatedly saying in the past how he has the most wonderful fabric softener and should share the brand’s name with her. Sadly, he never knows what to reply. If anyone knows such details, it would be his mother.
Joonmyun lightly flicks the girl on her nose, grinning at the half-hearted punches he receives in retaliation. “Come on. We can watch more movies later.” He slips off the couch and onto his feet, dragging Jongdae with him as he pads into his bedroom.
“Nooo it’s too hot here.” Jongdae tries to resist Joonmyun’s firm grip on her wrist. She abhors heat, the one thing Joonmyun absolutely loves.
“Shut up, it’s not even bad.” Entering his room feels like a breath of sunshine, curtains pulled aside to reveal the midday brightness through large windows. It’s perfect spring weather, perfect nap weather. Joonmyun flops onto his mattress face-first, groaning happily into his numerous puffy pillows.
“Says the person who sleeps with no air conditioning, socks on in the middle of Seoul’s impossible summers.” Jongdae mumbles from behind, shifting around as Joonmyun’s brain slows to accommodate his sluggish mood.
Then the bed dips to Joonmyun’s left and he scoots over to make room for his friend. A sweet breeze filters in through the windows, curling softly into his locks and caressing his cheeks. He mumbles incoherent words of satisfaction, turning his head over to gaze at Jongdae.
And then he nearly pushes her off.
Instead, he blushes furiously, sputtering, “What the fuck?!” He blindly pulls a pillow out from over his head and shoves it down to cover Jongdae’s rather bare legs.
“What?” Her arms fly around, blocking Joonmyun’s attempts. “Joonmyun, what are you doing?”
“No. What are you doing.” Joonmyun stops, throwing a hand over his eyes exasperatingly. “You’re not wearing...pants.”
“And?” Jongdae doesn’t even pause to consider this. Joonmyun wants to melt into his sheets, all traces of lethargy gone. “It’s not the first time you’ve seen me bottomless.”
“Yes but.” Joonmyun slides his hand away from his face, waving it frantically between them.
Jongdae raises a pretty brow, obviously not understanding the implications. When Joonmyun doesn’t clarify, she blabbers on, “Since we’re on the topic of pants.” Her eyes crinkle around the edges when she smiles the way Joonmyun has always adored. “I’m wearing the cutest panties. They have little pink ribbons!” Her voice pitches high, a sign that she’s clearly excited and Joonmyun groans.
Before his friend can sit up and perform a very personal show and tell, Joonmyun grabs her shoulders and tugs her into his chest, tucking her head under his chin as he shuts his eyes closed. Jongdae gasps, freezing on contact, but slowly melts into his hold and throws an arm over his waist. “Sometimes I feel like you’re my annoying little sister and I’m babysitting.” Joonmyun sighs, face still hot with embarrassment. “You have absolutely no shame.”
Jongdae scoffs, the sound muffled into his chest, “What’s there to be shameful of. We’re best friends.” And then she twists around to look up and Joonmyun peeks his eyes open, only to be met by his friend’s warm brown orbs and eyelashes fluttering. “Right?”
What Joonmyun will never admit, at least not anytime soon, is that, yes, they are best friends and Joonmyun would do anything for Jongdae. Be there as a pillar to keep her strong and standing, happy.
But deep down inside there’s a little something else. Something that he’s just barely figured out on his own terms, breaking him when he acknowledged the presence of it in his heart.
He thinks he might be helplessly in love her. Her smiles, her melodious voice singing him to sleep, her snarky quips, her sarcasm, her wonderful giggles that can be heard from miles away, and the tiny moles scattered across her smooth skin. The brown, lengthy locks that reach her lower back, her closet intelligence, her adoration for kittens. And Joonmyun’s favorite--the rare occasions where Jongdae wordlessly slides into the seat next to him at school, brushing a hand over his forehead to tuck away his bangs, biting her plump lower lip and sending him silent encouragements with her deep, caring eyes.
Somewhere in his mind he knows this isn’t a recent development.
And when Joonmyun comes to his senses, he sees a beautiful young woman guarding his side with a charming grin full of cute, crooked teeth. He decides now isn’t the time for such emotions to spill. He needs more time to gather his thoughts, to gauge whether Jongdae would reciprocate the feeling, although he strongly doubts it.
“Yeah.” He smiles just as wide to return the sentiment, reaching up to poke her silly nose. “Best friends.”
sechen, pg
Sanrio!AU
"Hyung, why are y--"
"Don't." The older boy sighs deeply and wheels around. Yes, wheels.
"But hyung." Sehun takes large steps, easily latching onto his friend's forearm and turning him back around to face him.
Jongdae stiffly meets his eyes, frowning, albeit adorably. "What."
Sehun doesn't give him a response, silently looking over the other boy's form. He tries not to giggle as he eyes the white kitty ears and pink maid’s outfit fluffing up Jongdae’s body from his shoulder to his upper thighs. It’s rather tight and accentuates the older boy’s slightly defined biceps and calves, making the overall appearance look even more ridiculous.
“Stop staring at me. I have work to do.” Jongdae spins on his heels, too quickly, and stumbles on his cute little Hello Kitty rollerblades. Fortunately, Sehun’s only a step behind and steadies him in time. Jongdae huffs in thanks, skating to the cashier.
“Should I even ask?” Sehun trails after him, hand held up to his mouth in an attempt to cover his smile.
“I’d rather you not.” The older boy pretends to busy himself with rearranging scented putty erasers displayed on the counter. “But if you’re really curious, it’s almost Halloween.” He mumbles just so Sehun barely catches what he says.
“Ah. That explains a lot.” Sehun hums, fingering his chin in thought. “But not enough to explain why you’re a cat.”
Jongdae finally snaps, fists banging on the counter with enough force to tilt over some cheap quality, but entirely overpriced tumblers. His eyes are screwed shut in determination, “I. Am Hello Kitty.”
When he chances a look at the younger boy, he immediately regrets it. “Wait, hold that pose.” Sehun has the nerve to whip out his phone, camera lens pointing at him from a safe distance in case Jongdae decides to lash out and throw the device onto the ground and run them over with his hot pink wheels. Smart brat. “I’m gonna mass send this to my contacts.” The flash goes off.
“YOU WOULDN’T FUCKING DARE.” Jongdae lunges, stopped short by the register digging into his stomach. Sehun scream-giggles and runs off to hide in the Badtz-Maru section. A woman walks in with her daughter in tow, warily eyeing Jongdae’s stiff hunched shoulders and fiery gaze. Thank heavens she walked in after his short burst of profanity.
Jongdae’s still fuming and silently plotting a slow, torturous death for a certain pink-haired asshole as he walks out to greet the customers and bitterly ask if they need any assistance. The woman quickly denies, offering a strained smile and holding her daughter close, even as she shouts with delight at the sight of My Melody lunchboxes. The mother leaves soon after, tugging her child away briskly, ignoring her pleas to buy Keroppi stickers.
The store’s quiet once again, save for the usual grating Japanese music playing overhead. Sehun’s nowhere to be found and Jongdae grunts, happy he got rid of his totally unhelpful friend. It’s not like he enjoys being told by his manager to wear a fucking costume to resemble Sanrio’s mascot kitten. Or cat, whatever the hell it is, if it even makes a difference.
He feels a buzz on his hip and Jongdae pulls his phone out of the side pockets in his frilly outfit. It’s from Sehun. And then another vibrate. And another. Then five consecutive ones.
Jongdae’s thoroughly confused when his phone proceeds to blow up with texts, but then he remembers what Sehun had said eariler and growls, searching through his messages to click Sehun’s.
There’s a picture attached, him wearing his horrid, absolutely endearing costume with the ugliest most unamused frown adorning his face.
Oh Shithun, 10:12 a.m.
kawaii!!! >3<
Jongdae’s surprised his hand doesn’t act on its own to crush his phone. He scrolls through the other messages, getting more and more furious with every ‘oh my god’ ‘daaaaaaayum’ ‘hmu tho ;-)’ and other obscene comments from colleagues, past co-workers, highschool friends, even his ex boyfriends. People he hasn’t spoken to in years.
He stands in the middle of the Sanrio store he’s had the damned privilege to work at for the past six months, stomping around and screaming with his mouth shut tight. Zitao stares from the Zara straight across from him, but he doesn’t care.
With angry fingers, Jongdae texts back.
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:17 a.m.
Im’k goignd to kjgill yo
*I’m going to fill you
******KILL
******YOU
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:18: a.m.
fuck ur shit sehun i hope u go bald with that fucking cheap hair dye u use
JONGIN’S NOT GOING TO LOVE YOU ANYMORE JUST BC YOU STOP BY TO GET YOUR DUMB NASTY HEAD DYED BY HIM EVERY OTHER WEEK
i’m gonna ship u to compton in ur sleep
watch ur fucking windows bitch
Oh Shithun, 10:20 a.m.
luv u 2
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:21 a.m.
shut the mother hen up
Oh Shithun, 10:22 a.m.
bleats lovingly
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:24 a.m.
im sry who is this
i don’t know who the fuck u are
BC I DO NOT UNDERSTAND IDIOCY AND THE LANGUAGE OF SATAN’S SPAWN
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:25 a.m.
SEE IF I GIVE YOU 20% DISCOUNTS ON STRAWBERRY KIWI LIP GLOSS NOW
we are officially Not Friends bye asshat
chenkai, pg
Werewolf Boy!AU
“No Kai,” Jongdae shakes his head, wrapping his hand around the other boy’s. “You space out the lines too much, watch me.” He carefully guides Kai’s hand to first draw a ‘ㅋ’ and then the rest of the letters close together to finish printing out the name he’s given to his newly acquired pet, of sorts.
Kai whines low in his throat, shoulders slumping with exhaustion. Jongdae sighs, smiling anyway despite the boy’s continuous failures. At least he’s trying.
Watching the boy silently brood and nervously fiddle with his fingers, Jongdae decides to call it a day. He reaches up to pet Kai softly, hands carding through the freshly cut strands of inky black hair. Kai instantly perks up, eyes meeting his eagerly. A cheeky smile graces his warm, childish features and Jongdae returns the gesture.
“Good boy. You’re doing well so far.” Jongdae hums thoughtfully, chuckling when Kai squirms around to get his hand where he wants it to scratch--behind his ears.
Jongdae’s older brother is out working in the neighborhood market and his mother’s in their vast front lawn, hanging up laundry and picking weeds from the little patch of green she likes to call her garden. He was left to further educate Kai and although the boy learned fast in the beginning, the more they progressed, the slower his build up would be. It’s okay though, the only thing Jongdae has these days out in the countryside is time. Time he spends helping his new friend out.
Lost in his thoughts, unknowingly humming a mindless tune, he startles when Kai presses a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. Well, it’s not so much a kiss as it is a simple touch of plump, dry lips to his skin, but still. Jongdae’s never had such contact before. “W-What.”
Kai blinks innocently at him, nose very close to his and Jongdae forgets the mechanics of breathing. He’d honestly be lying if he says he doesn’t find Jongin attractive. He’d thought so when his mother first let Kai out of the bathroom, void of any dirt and grime and his messy hair to reveal a sun kissed sheen of well-defined goodness. He has the prettiest features, his dark, shining eyes making him look exceptionally young, although Jongdae can’t confirm that since the boy hasn’t spoken a word to him.
The grandfather clock across the living room ticks a vicious rhythm, sound amplified in Jongdae’s muggy ears. He swallows audibly. Kai leans closer and touches his forehead against Jongdae’s, causing him to gasp.
“Kai, what are you doing.” He manages to breathe out the question, not really expecting an answer.
He’s surprised when Kai pulls back slightly, only to thrust a book at his face. It’s one of his mother’s, full of tidbits on horoscopes. But Kai has it flipped open to a page showing a pretty couple kissing sensually with the sunset behind them casting a glorious shadow across the slopes of their faces. Jongdae colors, clearing his throat when Kai lowers the booklet to curiously peer at him through his eyelashes.
The boy can’t read or write, but he sure must feel something when he witnesses visual stimulation.
Kai starts to advance on him again and Jongdae quickly jumps onto the balls of his feet, stumbling slightly with a cough and the boy follows. “Let’s dance! Yeah. Dance.” His voice cracks at the end, but Kai shows no signs of noticing. Of course. He’s not really human, no. Not normal. Not socially acceptable most of the time.
Yet gorgeous.
Jongdae skids across the wooden flooring to slip the needle over the record player. A jazzy tune plays, filling the room with a wide array of sounds and Jongin cowers into himself, not used to it at first. “Come on!” Jongdae laughs, shaking his hips and pulling Kai up to join him. “My mom always tells me I’m a good dancer, maybe I can teach you.”
For a good five minutes, Kai just stands there, hands resting awkwardly at his sides while he doesn’t know what to do. He carefully watches Jongdae, lips quirking up whenever he’d slip on his holey socks.
Turns out he didn’t even have to bother offering lessons for the boy. Actually, Jongdae feels his neck turn red for even bragging at all. Kai’s a natural. His torso moving side to side smoothly, hands and feet sharp with every point or step. And his hips. Oh boy can he move his hips. His pelvis gyrates gracefully and he spins twice at a time effortlessly, meanwhile Jongdae can’t even attempt to copy him because he’s so clumsy.
“Wow.” The record skips back to the start and he’s gathered a thin layer of sweat against his hairline. He feels very faint, but overjoyed nonetheless. He got Kai to loosen up a bit, learning about his talents along the way. “You’re good.” He’s way out of breath and Kai notices this.
Jongdae slumps down to his knees, bending over to gulp large amounts of air in rapid succession. He vaguely notices Kai’s disappearance followed by quick footsteps and the tap running.
A glass full of water appears in view when Jongdae blinks his foggy eyes open, and Kai’s looking at him pathetically, worry written all over the creases on his face. Jongdae smiles, taking the cup with shaky hands and swallowing it down in record speed. He places the empty glass on the floor when finished, staring at Kai’s pouty lips amusedly.
“I’ll be alright, kiddo. Thanks.” He pats Kai’s knees with all the strength he could muster at the moment, laughing lightly. Kai lips thin out into a line and he bends over, nudging his head into Jongdae’s palms.
Usually this is a sign that Kai wants to be petted, to be praised. But Jongdae has this strange gut feeling that he wants Jongdae to do it for his own comfort, to know that Kai’s here now, here to help.
Hesitantly, Jongdae carefully slides his calloused hands up and across Kai’s jawline, reveling in the warmth and the boy’s eyelids drooping steadily upon further contact. He keeps moving, to his ear and pinching his earlobe slightly, smiling when Kai whimpers. Finally his fingertips graze the hairline he’s gotten familiar with these past few days, and into the short strands that flow through the spaces between his hand.
Jongdae gazes with hooded eyes, taking in Kai’s now smoothed out features, free of worry. His eyes are shut, mouth open in the feel of everything. He experimentally tugs, barely pulling the boy’s hair, and his nose scrunches adorably, deep moan vibrating through his skin.
A long time passes before Jongdae lets out a gush of air from his lungs, sighing contentedly at their intimate situation, and Kai flutters his eyes open.
Then in a flash, Jongdae’s being pushed down onto his back, Kai’s lips landing directly on his this time. He doesn’t even have time to protest, although he thinks he wouldn’t have had much bite to his denial, and clutches Kai’s shirt, crinkling it with his grip.
Nothing much happens, Kai doesn’t know what to do from the point at which his pink lips connect with the other’s, and neither does Jongdae. They’re just two boys kissing. Simple as that.
The front door rattles and Jongdae throws Kai off of him, sitting up fast enough to give himself whiplash. His mother comes barging in, pulling off dirtied garden gloves. Kai stares wide-eyed at no particular point in space, a fair pink gracing his cheekbones. Jongdae knows he’s sporting a similar blush on his skin, but he predicts that it’s from head to toe.
“Hey boys, what have you been up to?” Jongdae’s mother treads into the kitchen, wiping sweat off her brow but streaking dirt instead.
Jongdae turns to look at Kai, but the boy quickly ducks his head. He doesn’t miss the small grin on his lips though.
“Just figuring some things out.”
a/n: happy birthday to my weenie pal Helena!
sry these are sucky sighs but i hope you like them???
have a fantastical day! i'm always here for you and ily lots ;3;
eat yummy food and may chen show up at ur doorstep your wishes come true!
one day we will meet and we will do the Thing
suho/girl!chen, pg-13
Sometimes Joonmyun thinks that Jongdae’s way too comfortable around him.
It's a lazy Saturday afternoon and Joonmyun has all the time in the world, no projects to rush. As a result, he lounges in his living room clad in the ugliest but comfiest pajamas known to man, a wide variety of snack wrappers littering the floor. He grimaces every so often when he shifts on the couch and feels crumbs digging into his thighs. And what better way is there to share these moments than with his best friend, who rushed over in sweats, her usual long, wavy hair strung into a messy bun.
Joonmyun leans back on the couch, supporting Jongdae's form in his lap. They've been mindlessly watching a marathon of Disney movies, and after The Little Mermaid, Jongdae's resorted to texting noisily. Joonmyun chances a look at the clock ticking above the TV. 2:37.
"Dae-yah." The girl hums in response, but doesn't look away from her phone. Joonmyun tries again, wanting her full attention. "Jongdae."
She finally looks up, tossing her device to the floor. "What is it?" Her hair’s starting to fall out of its loose coil from rubbing against his thighs for the past few hours, but it doesn't seem like she's going to fix it anytime soon.
"I'm bored."
Jongdae rolls her eyes, flipping onto her side so she breathes on his stomach. “Well. What do you suggest we do then?”
“I wanna nap.” He punctuates this request with a timely yawn.
“God you’re so lame.” Jongdae whines, hands grappling for the hem of his shirt and nosing at the soft fabric, presumably to sniff him. He remembers her repeatedly saying in the past how he has the most wonderful fabric softener and should share the brand’s name with her. Sadly, he never knows what to reply. If anyone knows such details, it would be his mother.
Joonmyun lightly flicks the girl on her nose, grinning at the half-hearted punches he receives in retaliation. “Come on. We can watch more movies later.” He slips off the couch and onto his feet, dragging Jongdae with him as he pads into his bedroom.
“Nooo it’s too hot here.” Jongdae tries to resist Joonmyun’s firm grip on her wrist. She abhors heat, the one thing Joonmyun absolutely loves.
“Shut up, it’s not even bad.” Entering his room feels like a breath of sunshine, curtains pulled aside to reveal the midday brightness through large windows. It’s perfect spring weather, perfect nap weather. Joonmyun flops onto his mattress face-first, groaning happily into his numerous puffy pillows.
“Says the person who sleeps with no air conditioning, socks on in the middle of Seoul’s impossible summers.” Jongdae mumbles from behind, shifting around as Joonmyun’s brain slows to accommodate his sluggish mood.
Then the bed dips to Joonmyun’s left and he scoots over to make room for his friend. A sweet breeze filters in through the windows, curling softly into his locks and caressing his cheeks. He mumbles incoherent words of satisfaction, turning his head over to gaze at Jongdae.
And then he nearly pushes her off.
Instead, he blushes furiously, sputtering, “What the fuck?!” He blindly pulls a pillow out from over his head and shoves it down to cover Jongdae’s rather bare legs.
“What?” Her arms fly around, blocking Joonmyun’s attempts. “Joonmyun, what are you doing?”
“No. What are you doing.” Joonmyun stops, throwing a hand over his eyes exasperatingly. “You’re not wearing...pants.”
“And?” Jongdae doesn’t even pause to consider this. Joonmyun wants to melt into his sheets, all traces of lethargy gone. “It’s not the first time you’ve seen me bottomless.”
“Yes but.” Joonmyun slides his hand away from his face, waving it frantically between them.
Jongdae raises a pretty brow, obviously not understanding the implications. When Joonmyun doesn’t clarify, she blabbers on, “Since we’re on the topic of pants.” Her eyes crinkle around the edges when she smiles the way Joonmyun has always adored. “I’m wearing the cutest panties. They have little pink ribbons!” Her voice pitches high, a sign that she’s clearly excited and Joonmyun groans.
Before his friend can sit up and perform a very personal show and tell, Joonmyun grabs her shoulders and tugs her into his chest, tucking her head under his chin as he shuts his eyes closed. Jongdae gasps, freezing on contact, but slowly melts into his hold and throws an arm over his waist. “Sometimes I feel like you’re my annoying little sister and I’m babysitting.” Joonmyun sighs, face still hot with embarrassment. “You have absolutely no shame.”
Jongdae scoffs, the sound muffled into his chest, “What’s there to be shameful of. We’re best friends.” And then she twists around to look up and Joonmyun peeks his eyes open, only to be met by his friend’s warm brown orbs and eyelashes fluttering. “Right?”
What Joonmyun will never admit, at least not anytime soon, is that, yes, they are best friends and Joonmyun would do anything for Jongdae. Be there as a pillar to keep her strong and standing, happy.
But deep down inside there’s a little something else. Something that he’s just barely figured out on his own terms, breaking him when he acknowledged the presence of it in his heart.
He thinks he might be helplessly in love her. Her smiles, her melodious voice singing him to sleep, her snarky quips, her sarcasm, her wonderful giggles that can be heard from miles away, and the tiny moles scattered across her smooth skin. The brown, lengthy locks that reach her lower back, her closet intelligence, her adoration for kittens. And Joonmyun’s favorite--the rare occasions where Jongdae wordlessly slides into the seat next to him at school, brushing a hand over his forehead to tuck away his bangs, biting her plump lower lip and sending him silent encouragements with her deep, caring eyes.
Somewhere in his mind he knows this isn’t a recent development.
And when Joonmyun comes to his senses, he sees a beautiful young woman guarding his side with a charming grin full of cute, crooked teeth. He decides now isn’t the time for such emotions to spill. He needs more time to gather his thoughts, to gauge whether Jongdae would reciprocate the feeling, although he strongly doubts it.
“Yeah.” He smiles just as wide to return the sentiment, reaching up to poke her silly nose. “Best friends.”
sechen, pg
Sanrio!AU
"Hyung, why are y--"
"Don't." The older boy sighs deeply and wheels around. Yes, wheels.
"But hyung." Sehun takes large steps, easily latching onto his friend's forearm and turning him back around to face him.
Jongdae stiffly meets his eyes, frowning, albeit adorably. "What."
Sehun doesn't give him a response, silently looking over the other boy's form. He tries not to giggle as he eyes the white kitty ears and pink maid’s outfit fluffing up Jongdae’s body from his shoulder to his upper thighs. It’s rather tight and accentuates the older boy’s slightly defined biceps and calves, making the overall appearance look even more ridiculous.
“Stop staring at me. I have work to do.” Jongdae spins on his heels, too quickly, and stumbles on his cute little Hello Kitty rollerblades. Fortunately, Sehun’s only a step behind and steadies him in time. Jongdae huffs in thanks, skating to the cashier.
“Should I even ask?” Sehun trails after him, hand held up to his mouth in an attempt to cover his smile.
“I’d rather you not.” The older boy pretends to busy himself with rearranging scented putty erasers displayed on the counter. “But if you’re really curious, it’s almost Halloween.” He mumbles just so Sehun barely catches what he says.
“Ah. That explains a lot.” Sehun hums, fingering his chin in thought. “But not enough to explain why you’re a cat.”
Jongdae finally snaps, fists banging on the counter with enough force to tilt over some cheap quality, but entirely overpriced tumblers. His eyes are screwed shut in determination, “I. Am Hello Kitty.”
When he chances a look at the younger boy, he immediately regrets it. “Wait, hold that pose.” Sehun has the nerve to whip out his phone, camera lens pointing at him from a safe distance in case Jongdae decides to lash out and throw the device onto the ground and run them over with his hot pink wheels. Smart brat. “I’m gonna mass send this to my contacts.” The flash goes off.
“YOU WOULDN’T FUCKING DARE.” Jongdae lunges, stopped short by the register digging into his stomach. Sehun scream-giggles and runs off to hide in the Badtz-Maru section. A woman walks in with her daughter in tow, warily eyeing Jongdae’s stiff hunched shoulders and fiery gaze. Thank heavens she walked in after his short burst of profanity.
Jongdae’s still fuming and silently plotting a slow, torturous death for a certain pink-haired asshole as he walks out to greet the customers and bitterly ask if they need any assistance. The woman quickly denies, offering a strained smile and holding her daughter close, even as she shouts with delight at the sight of My Melody lunchboxes. The mother leaves soon after, tugging her child away briskly, ignoring her pleas to buy Keroppi stickers.
The store’s quiet once again, save for the usual grating Japanese music playing overhead. Sehun’s nowhere to be found and Jongdae grunts, happy he got rid of his totally unhelpful friend. It’s not like he enjoys being told by his manager to wear a fucking costume to resemble Sanrio’s mascot kitten. Or cat, whatever the hell it is, if it even makes a difference.
He feels a buzz on his hip and Jongdae pulls his phone out of the side pockets in his frilly outfit. It’s from Sehun. And then another vibrate. And another. Then five consecutive ones.
Jongdae’s thoroughly confused when his phone proceeds to blow up with texts, but then he remembers what Sehun had said eariler and growls, searching through his messages to click Sehun’s.
There’s a picture attached, him wearing his horrid, absolutely endearing costume with the ugliest most unamused frown adorning his face.
Oh Shithun, 10:12 a.m.
kawaii!!! >3<
Jongdae’s surprised his hand doesn’t act on its own to crush his phone. He scrolls through the other messages, getting more and more furious with every ‘oh my god’ ‘daaaaaaayum’ ‘hmu tho ;-)’ and other obscene comments from colleagues, past co-workers, highschool friends, even his ex boyfriends. People he hasn’t spoken to in years.
He stands in the middle of the Sanrio store he’s had the damned privilege to work at for the past six months, stomping around and screaming with his mouth shut tight. Zitao stares from the Zara straight across from him, but he doesn’t care.
With angry fingers, Jongdae texts back.
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:17 a.m.
Im’k goignd to kjgill yo
*I’m going to fill you
******KILL
******YOU
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:18: a.m.
fuck ur shit sehun i hope u go bald with that fucking cheap hair dye u use
JONGIN’S NOT GOING TO LOVE YOU ANYMORE JUST BC YOU STOP BY TO GET YOUR DUMB NASTY HEAD DYED BY HIM EVERY OTHER WEEK
i’m gonna ship u to compton in ur sleep
watch ur fucking windows bitch
Oh Shithun, 10:20 a.m.
luv u 2
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:21 a.m.
shut the mother hen up
Oh Shithun, 10:22 a.m.
bleats lovingly
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:24 a.m.
im sry who is this
i don’t know who the fuck u are
BC I DO NOT UNDERSTAND IDIOCY AND THE LANGUAGE OF SATAN’S SPAWN
Funky Chen Hyung, 10:25 a.m.
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chenkai, pg
Werewolf Boy!AU
“No Kai,” Jongdae shakes his head, wrapping his hand around the other boy’s. “You space out the lines too much, watch me.” He carefully guides Kai’s hand to first draw a ‘ㅋ’ and then the rest of the letters close together to finish printing out the name he’s given to his newly acquired pet, of sorts.
Kai whines low in his throat, shoulders slumping with exhaustion. Jongdae sighs, smiling anyway despite the boy’s continuous failures. At least he’s trying.
Watching the boy silently brood and nervously fiddle with his fingers, Jongdae decides to call it a day. He reaches up to pet Kai softly, hands carding through the freshly cut strands of inky black hair. Kai instantly perks up, eyes meeting his eagerly. A cheeky smile graces his warm, childish features and Jongdae returns the gesture.
“Good boy. You’re doing well so far.” Jongdae hums thoughtfully, chuckling when Kai squirms around to get his hand where he wants it to scratch--behind his ears.
Jongdae’s older brother is out working in the neighborhood market and his mother’s in their vast front lawn, hanging up laundry and picking weeds from the little patch of green she likes to call her garden. He was left to further educate Kai and although the boy learned fast in the beginning, the more they progressed, the slower his build up would be. It’s okay though, the only thing Jongdae has these days out in the countryside is time. Time he spends helping his new friend out.
Lost in his thoughts, unknowingly humming a mindless tune, he startles when Kai presses a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. Well, it’s not so much a kiss as it is a simple touch of plump, dry lips to his skin, but still. Jongdae’s never had such contact before. “W-What.”
Kai blinks innocently at him, nose very close to his and Jongdae forgets the mechanics of breathing. He’d honestly be lying if he says he doesn’t find Jongin attractive. He’d thought so when his mother first let Kai out of the bathroom, void of any dirt and grime and his messy hair to reveal a sun kissed sheen of well-defined goodness. He has the prettiest features, his dark, shining eyes making him look exceptionally young, although Jongdae can’t confirm that since the boy hasn’t spoken a word to him.
The grandfather clock across the living room ticks a vicious rhythm, sound amplified in Jongdae’s muggy ears. He swallows audibly. Kai leans closer and touches his forehead against Jongdae’s, causing him to gasp.
“Kai, what are you doing.” He manages to breathe out the question, not really expecting an answer.
He’s surprised when Kai pulls back slightly, only to thrust a book at his face. It’s one of his mother’s, full of tidbits on horoscopes. But Kai has it flipped open to a page showing a pretty couple kissing sensually with the sunset behind them casting a glorious shadow across the slopes of their faces. Jongdae colors, clearing his throat when Kai lowers the booklet to curiously peer at him through his eyelashes.
The boy can’t read or write, but he sure must feel something when he witnesses visual stimulation.
Kai starts to advance on him again and Jongdae quickly jumps onto the balls of his feet, stumbling slightly with a cough and the boy follows. “Let’s dance! Yeah. Dance.” His voice cracks at the end, but Kai shows no signs of noticing. Of course. He’s not really human, no. Not normal. Not socially acceptable most of the time.
Yet gorgeous.
Jongdae skids across the wooden flooring to slip the needle over the record player. A jazzy tune plays, filling the room with a wide array of sounds and Jongin cowers into himself, not used to it at first. “Come on!” Jongdae laughs, shaking his hips and pulling Kai up to join him. “My mom always tells me I’m a good dancer, maybe I can teach you.”
For a good five minutes, Kai just stands there, hands resting awkwardly at his sides while he doesn’t know what to do. He carefully watches Jongdae, lips quirking up whenever he’d slip on his holey socks.
Turns out he didn’t even have to bother offering lessons for the boy. Actually, Jongdae feels his neck turn red for even bragging at all. Kai’s a natural. His torso moving side to side smoothly, hands and feet sharp with every point or step. And his hips. Oh boy can he move his hips. His pelvis gyrates gracefully and he spins twice at a time effortlessly, meanwhile Jongdae can’t even attempt to copy him because he’s so clumsy.
“Wow.” The record skips back to the start and he’s gathered a thin layer of sweat against his hairline. He feels very faint, but overjoyed nonetheless. He got Kai to loosen up a bit, learning about his talents along the way. “You’re good.” He’s way out of breath and Kai notices this.
Jongdae slumps down to his knees, bending over to gulp large amounts of air in rapid succession. He vaguely notices Kai’s disappearance followed by quick footsteps and the tap running.
A glass full of water appears in view when Jongdae blinks his foggy eyes open, and Kai’s looking at him pathetically, worry written all over the creases on his face. Jongdae smiles, taking the cup with shaky hands and swallowing it down in record speed. He places the empty glass on the floor when finished, staring at Kai’s pouty lips amusedly.
“I’ll be alright, kiddo. Thanks.” He pats Kai’s knees with all the strength he could muster at the moment, laughing lightly. Kai lips thin out into a line and he bends over, nudging his head into Jongdae’s palms.
Usually this is a sign that Kai wants to be petted, to be praised. But Jongdae has this strange gut feeling that he wants Jongdae to do it for his own comfort, to know that Kai’s here now, here to help.
Hesitantly, Jongdae carefully slides his calloused hands up and across Kai’s jawline, reveling in the warmth and the boy’s eyelids drooping steadily upon further contact. He keeps moving, to his ear and pinching his earlobe slightly, smiling when Kai whimpers. Finally his fingertips graze the hairline he’s gotten familiar with these past few days, and into the short strands that flow through the spaces between his hand.
Jongdae gazes with hooded eyes, taking in Kai’s now smoothed out features, free of worry. His eyes are shut, mouth open in the feel of everything. He experimentally tugs, barely pulling the boy’s hair, and his nose scrunches adorably, deep moan vibrating through his skin.
A long time passes before Jongdae lets out a gush of air from his lungs, sighing contentedly at their intimate situation, and Kai flutters his eyes open.
Then in a flash, Jongdae’s being pushed down onto his back, Kai’s lips landing directly on his this time. He doesn’t even have time to protest, although he thinks he wouldn’t have had much bite to his denial, and clutches Kai’s shirt, crinkling it with his grip.
Nothing much happens, Kai doesn’t know what to do from the point at which his pink lips connect with the other’s, and neither does Jongdae. They’re just two boys kissing. Simple as that.
The front door rattles and Jongdae throws Kai off of him, sitting up fast enough to give himself whiplash. His mother comes barging in, pulling off dirtied garden gloves. Kai stares wide-eyed at no particular point in space, a fair pink gracing his cheekbones. Jongdae knows he’s sporting a similar blush on his skin, but he predicts that it’s from head to toe.
“Hey boys, what have you been up to?” Jongdae’s mother treads into the kitchen, wiping sweat off her brow but streaking dirt instead.
Jongdae turns to look at Kai, but the boy quickly ducks his head. He doesn’t miss the small grin on his lips though.
“Just figuring some things out.”
a/n: happy birthday to my weenie pal Helena!
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