thirty days ; 17-21
b.a.p/secret love is move
himchan/sunhwa ; pg ; 331 words
» 30 days » day seventeen » move.
sunhwa covers her mouth with her hands, trying to hold in her laughter. she watches him intently, following his every move and decides he really isn’t that bad. as she thinks that a new wave of giggles hit her and she doubles over, clasping her stomach as she laughs at him.
himchan sees her in the mirror and he slowly stops dancing, turning the stereo off a couple of seconds later. he looks around in embarrassment while pulling at his shirt.
after a minute sunhwa looks up, tears in her eyes. “that was so funny…”
he scowls. he had practiced the choreography to secret’s song for weeks now, only because his crush had asked him if he could dance to it one time - yet here she stands in front of him, laughing at him.
she sees his reaction and smiles. “you aren’t mad, are you?”
he shakes his head and mumbles something that sounds like of course not.
she walks over to him slowly, nudging his shoulder once she’s next to him. “come on, it was funny! you were dancing to our song, doing girly moves. imagine you were better than me? don't you think it’s better to be funny?”
“i guess you’re right,” he says, wiping the sweat from his forehead. it's not like he can be mad at her for long, his weak spot for her is way too big for that. “but you were laughing so hard…i still feel embarrassed.”
she laughs as she pinches him. “imagine me dancing to one of your songs, you would be laughing your ass off too.”
when he doesn’t react to that, apart from his lips moving into a pout, she walks over to the stereo. she fiddles around with it until she has found the right song, then turns around and looks at himchan. “you better be ready for this,” she says, waggling her finger at him.
himchan hears the first beats of no mercy and raises his eyebrow. no way.
b1a4 ; blurry memories and warm lips
cnu/sandeul ; pg13 ; 509 words
» 30 days » day eighteen » haze.
“what are you doing?” the words sound clumsy to his ears, syllables getting stuck in his mouth as he rolls around to avoid the sudden weight on his legs.
“it’s time to get up, sleepyhead.”
dongwoo blinks and sees a blur that looks like junghwan. he pats around in search for his glasses, stumbling out a thank you as they’re put in his hands. he’s slightly confused as to why junghwan is sitting on top of him and he wants to voice this thought, but he isn’t sure if he’ll hurt the younger boy with it.
“you don’t remember anything, do you?” junghwan pouts, hands slapping on dongwoo’s chest. “you promised you would remember!”
dongwoo racks his brain for just a small glimpse of the previous night, but other than a lot of alcohol, he can’t remember anything. “i’m sorry…”
junghwan sits up straight and hits his head to the ceiling. ducking forward, he lays his head on dongwoo’s chest, who wraps his arms around the lead vocal right away.
“you alright?”
“ah. hmm. ow. not really.”
it's then that dongwoo realizes he isn’t wearing a shirt, he’s not even sure if he’s wearing pants. uh oh. as junghwan stops squirming, dongwoo takes his chance. “what happened last night?”
junghwan rolls off of dongwoo slowly, moving to get out of bed. he purposely trails his hands over dongwoo’s chest, flicking a nipple along the way. “you really don’t know?”
all possible scenarios flash through dongwoo’s head, but he isn’t sure which of them could be true. a warm feeling spreads through his body because of a particular vivid image and he blushes slightly. “no.”
junghwan licks his lips. “oh. too bad.” he jumps off the bed, landing lightly on his feet. “it was a lot of fun.”
he isn’t fascinated by junghwan licking his lips, not at all. no, instead dongwoo rolls around, looking down at the younger boy. “what happened?”
a smirk and a small step back.
“junghwan?”
another smirk and lick of the lips. “nothing happened.”
dongwoo breathes a sigh of relief (and maybe in disappointment too) and smiles at junghwan who walks out of the room backwards.
“you are a good kisser though.”
eyes are focusing on those lips and he feels his whole body get uncomfortably hot. before dongwoo can get out a single word, junghwan has already left the room. he lets himself fall back on the bed, hand reaching up to touch his lips. did they really -?
junghwan skips back into the room, standing on the lower bunk bed and looming over dongwoo’s face. “i forgot something.” he leans closer, pressing their lips together (which is very awkward, because junghwan is sideways and dongwoo can’t really do much other than just lay there). he pulls back with a grin, licking his lips in satisfaction. “maybe that will help you remember.” and then he darts out of the room again.
dongwoo touches his lips again. it doesn’t help him remember anything, but he’ll surely use it for an excuse to do it again.
exo ; hiding from the world
luhan/sehun ; pg ; 479 words
» 30 days » day nineteen » outside.
just five more minutes. he counts down the seconds, his heart beating faster with every minute that passes. it's a daily routine, for both of them. even though the other boy doesn’t look at it the same way sehun does, it’s still a routine. the boy will walk past his house every day, hands in his pocket, bag slung over his shoulder. his hair will be slightly tousled, sometimes it’s styled perfectly. in sehun’s eyes the boy is flawless, prince-like even, he has never seen a boy that looked so beautiful.
three minutes. sehun didn’t notice the boy at first, there were so many people who walked past his house, how would he remember every single one of them? but then he caught a glimpse of the blonde hair and he wished the boy would come back the next day. and he did.
one minute. it went from hiding behind his curtains to obvious staring. and one day the boy looked his way. he had smiled at sehun, who couldn’t help but smile back. it slowly became a habit, the boy looking towards his house, where he sat ready to raise his hand and wave.
a small tap to his window has sehun sit back in surprise. the gorgeous boy stands in front of him, only separated by the glass. he mouths something close to hello, also motioning for sehun to come outside. sehun gulps. he isn’t ready for this.
he nods anyway, slowly standing up and willing his limbs to cooperate. he stumbles through the hallway, feet getting caught in shoes and then he realizes he’s hyperventilating. he takes some deep breaths, hoping this will get the panic attack to go away. his hand tremble as he reaches for the door handle.
he opens the door and sees the boy grinning widely at him.
“hello. i'm luhan.”
sehun is momentarily blinded by the boys’, luhan’s, smile. “i'm sehun,” he croaks out.
“did you know, today is a year since we first met. well, since we first saw each other.” sehun is surprised luhan knows, he didn’t seem like the type who would keep track of these things. “i thought it was time for us to properly meet.”
sehun just nods dumbly.
“so...could i take you out for a cup of coffee?”
his breath hitches. five years. it’s been five years since he’s been outside. and now this stranger suddenly asks him to leave his safe place for a cup of coffee. his hands shake, knowing that all he wants to say is yes, i'd love to, but the only thing he can say is
“i'm sorry i can’t.”
luhan's smile falters and sehun feels his heart clench. “i could make you a coffee here, if you want?”
and the smile is back, which means sehun’s heart starts beating faster and he’s turning red.
“yes, i would like that.”
super junior/snsd ; wet and cold. no.
sungmin/sunny ; pg ; 211 words
» 30 days » day twenty » winter.
“you want to go outside?” he mutters against her ear.
sunny tilts her head away from him, her breath tickling her skin. her body moves itself closer to him automatically though, her back touching his chest as he wraps his arms around her.
“not really,” she answers after a couple of seconds. “it’s way too cold to go outside.”
he hums against her neck. “but it’s romantic. besides, i could keep you warm.”
she snorts, squirming out of his arms and turning around. “how is getting wet and cold in the snow romantic?”
“well…” sungmin opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, before sighing in defeat. “when you put it like that it sounds far from romantic. but,” he puts his finger to her lips to silence her. “but we could take a nice stroll through the park, get some hot chocolate and then go back to the hotel and snuggle up. that does sound romantic to me.”
sunny huffs. “we’ll still get cold. and wet.”
“can’t you just pretend you like it for me?”
she pretends to think about, then shakes her head.
“just this once?”
“no.”
“you’re no fun.”
sunny stands on her tiptoes and presses their lips together. “i didn’t say no to the snuggling though…”
exo/f(x) ; watching you watching me
sehun/krystal ; pg ; 496 words
» 30 days » day twenty-one » look.
sehun doesn’t stare at her openly, even he knows that’s rude. so instead he puts his fringe in front of his eyes and sneaks glances at her when she is looking the other way. it’s the perfect technique to look at her without anyone finding out about his fascination with her.
he doesn’t know if it’s because of her looks (because yes, she’s pretty, beautiful even and really likes it when she wears a short skirt because it shows of her perfectly shaped legs) or because of her personality (so she’s a little rude sometimes, bitchy even, but he likes his girls a bit spicy. besides, he knows her backstage personality too, the caring girl who takes the time to talk to rookies, who loves her sister and group members oh so much) or because she’s his senior (he looks up to her, she has accomplished so much in such a short time. he wishes their group could be like this too).
or maybe it’s just because she’s krystal, soojung.
--
krystal knows he watches her, even stares at her maybe. his fringe does nothing to cover the obvious looks he gives her, his head moves into her direction as soon as she walks around the room. she’s flattered, to say the least.
people had shown interest in her before (but not like him, the way he watches her all the time, eyes burning in her skull and making her blush), asked her out even (so she doesn’t know if he’s interested in her like that, but she does wish he is) and yet here she was, feeling like a high school girl with a crush again (and technically she's still a high school girl, but that didn’t explain why she felt butterflies whenever they crossed paths).
maybe, just maybe, she felt this way because she was interested in sehun. not that she would ever admit this out loud, of course.
--
“you’ve been watching me,” she says.
he looks away, turning red rather quickly. he coughs awkwardly. “oh yeah?”
she raises her eyebrow. “it was kind of obvious.”
“i didn’t -” their gazes meet and he gulps as he sees her glare. “okay, so maybe i did.”
“now that we have that solved - what are you going to do about it?”
sehun looks confused. “to do about it? what do you mean?”
“really?” she huffs, flipping her hair back. “shouldn’t you ask me out or something?” she actually looks ashamed now, which sehun thinks is a really cute look on her.
“do you want to?”
“i - yes.”
it's silent then, both avoiding looking at each other and not really knowing what to say.
“good,” krystal says eventually.
sehun nods, repeating the words.
she nods too, fiddling with her shirt before muttering i’ll go then and stomping away. she takes a seat at the other side of the room, pretending to look into the mirror to fix her hair while she watches sehun. she smiles.
he’s looking at her again.
himchan/sunhwa ; pg ; 331 words
» 30 days » day seventeen » move.
sunhwa covers her mouth with her hands, trying to hold in her laughter. she watches him intently, following his every move and decides he really isn’t that bad. as she thinks that a new wave of giggles hit her and she doubles over, clasping her stomach as she laughs at him.
himchan sees her in the mirror and he slowly stops dancing, turning the stereo off a couple of seconds later. he looks around in embarrassment while pulling at his shirt.
after a minute sunhwa looks up, tears in her eyes. “that was so funny…”
he scowls. he had practiced the choreography to secret’s song for weeks now, only because his crush had asked him if he could dance to it one time - yet here she stands in front of him, laughing at him.
she sees his reaction and smiles. “you aren’t mad, are you?”
he shakes his head and mumbles something that sounds like of course not.
she walks over to him slowly, nudging his shoulder once she’s next to him. “come on, it was funny! you were dancing to our song, doing girly moves. imagine you were better than me? don't you think it’s better to be funny?”
“i guess you’re right,” he says, wiping the sweat from his forehead. it's not like he can be mad at her for long, his weak spot for her is way too big for that. “but you were laughing so hard…i still feel embarrassed.”
she laughs as she pinches him. “imagine me dancing to one of your songs, you would be laughing your ass off too.”
when he doesn’t react to that, apart from his lips moving into a pout, she walks over to the stereo. she fiddles around with it until she has found the right song, then turns around and looks at himchan. “you better be ready for this,” she says, waggling her finger at him.
himchan hears the first beats of no mercy and raises his eyebrow. no way.
b1a4 ; blurry memories and warm lips
cnu/sandeul ; pg13 ; 509 words
» 30 days » day eighteen » haze.
“what are you doing?” the words sound clumsy to his ears, syllables getting stuck in his mouth as he rolls around to avoid the sudden weight on his legs.
“it’s time to get up, sleepyhead.”
dongwoo blinks and sees a blur that looks like junghwan. he pats around in search for his glasses, stumbling out a thank you as they’re put in his hands. he’s slightly confused as to why junghwan is sitting on top of him and he wants to voice this thought, but he isn’t sure if he’ll hurt the younger boy with it.
“you don’t remember anything, do you?” junghwan pouts, hands slapping on dongwoo’s chest. “you promised you would remember!”
dongwoo racks his brain for just a small glimpse of the previous night, but other than a lot of alcohol, he can’t remember anything. “i’m sorry…”
junghwan sits up straight and hits his head to the ceiling. ducking forward, he lays his head on dongwoo’s chest, who wraps his arms around the lead vocal right away.
“you alright?”
“ah. hmm. ow. not really.”
it's then that dongwoo realizes he isn’t wearing a shirt, he’s not even sure if he’s wearing pants. uh oh. as junghwan stops squirming, dongwoo takes his chance. “what happened last night?”
junghwan rolls off of dongwoo slowly, moving to get out of bed. he purposely trails his hands over dongwoo’s chest, flicking a nipple along the way. “you really don’t know?”
all possible scenarios flash through dongwoo’s head, but he isn’t sure which of them could be true. a warm feeling spreads through his body because of a particular vivid image and he blushes slightly. “no.”
junghwan licks his lips. “oh. too bad.” he jumps off the bed, landing lightly on his feet. “it was a lot of fun.”
he isn’t fascinated by junghwan licking his lips, not at all. no, instead dongwoo rolls around, looking down at the younger boy. “what happened?”
a smirk and a small step back.
“junghwan?”
another smirk and lick of the lips. “nothing happened.”
dongwoo breathes a sigh of relief (and maybe in disappointment too) and smiles at junghwan who walks out of the room backwards.
“you are a good kisser though.”
eyes are focusing on those lips and he feels his whole body get uncomfortably hot. before dongwoo can get out a single word, junghwan has already left the room. he lets himself fall back on the bed, hand reaching up to touch his lips. did they really -?
junghwan skips back into the room, standing on the lower bunk bed and looming over dongwoo’s face. “i forgot something.” he leans closer, pressing their lips together (which is very awkward, because junghwan is sideways and dongwoo can’t really do much other than just lay there). he pulls back with a grin, licking his lips in satisfaction. “maybe that will help you remember.” and then he darts out of the room again.
dongwoo touches his lips again. it doesn’t help him remember anything, but he’ll surely use it for an excuse to do it again.
exo ; hiding from the world
luhan/sehun ; pg ; 479 words
» 30 days » day nineteen » outside.
just five more minutes. he counts down the seconds, his heart beating faster with every minute that passes. it's a daily routine, for both of them. even though the other boy doesn’t look at it the same way sehun does, it’s still a routine. the boy will walk past his house every day, hands in his pocket, bag slung over his shoulder. his hair will be slightly tousled, sometimes it’s styled perfectly. in sehun’s eyes the boy is flawless, prince-like even, he has never seen a boy that looked so beautiful.
three minutes. sehun didn’t notice the boy at first, there were so many people who walked past his house, how would he remember every single one of them? but then he caught a glimpse of the blonde hair and he wished the boy would come back the next day. and he did.
one minute. it went from hiding behind his curtains to obvious staring. and one day the boy looked his way. he had smiled at sehun, who couldn’t help but smile back. it slowly became a habit, the boy looking towards his house, where he sat ready to raise his hand and wave.
a small tap to his window has sehun sit back in surprise. the gorgeous boy stands in front of him, only separated by the glass. he mouths something close to hello, also motioning for sehun to come outside. sehun gulps. he isn’t ready for this.
he nods anyway, slowly standing up and willing his limbs to cooperate. he stumbles through the hallway, feet getting caught in shoes and then he realizes he’s hyperventilating. he takes some deep breaths, hoping this will get the panic attack to go away. his hand tremble as he reaches for the door handle.
he opens the door and sees the boy grinning widely at him.
“hello. i'm luhan.”
sehun is momentarily blinded by the boys’, luhan’s, smile. “i'm sehun,” he croaks out.
“did you know, today is a year since we first met. well, since we first saw each other.” sehun is surprised luhan knows, he didn’t seem like the type who would keep track of these things. “i thought it was time for us to properly meet.”
sehun just nods dumbly.
“so...could i take you out for a cup of coffee?”
his breath hitches. five years. it’s been five years since he’s been outside. and now this stranger suddenly asks him to leave his safe place for a cup of coffee. his hands shake, knowing that all he wants to say is yes, i'd love to, but the only thing he can say is
“i'm sorry i can’t.”
luhan's smile falters and sehun feels his heart clench. “i could make you a coffee here, if you want?”
and the smile is back, which means sehun’s heart starts beating faster and he’s turning red.
“yes, i would like that.”
super junior/snsd ; wet and cold. no.
sungmin/sunny ; pg ; 211 words
» 30 days » day twenty » winter.
“you want to go outside?” he mutters against her ear.
sunny tilts her head away from him, her breath tickling her skin. her body moves itself closer to him automatically though, her back touching his chest as he wraps his arms around her.
“not really,” she answers after a couple of seconds. “it’s way too cold to go outside.”
he hums against her neck. “but it’s romantic. besides, i could keep you warm.”
she snorts, squirming out of his arms and turning around. “how is getting wet and cold in the snow romantic?”
“well…” sungmin opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, before sighing in defeat. “when you put it like that it sounds far from romantic. but,” he puts his finger to her lips to silence her. “but we could take a nice stroll through the park, get some hot chocolate and then go back to the hotel and snuggle up. that does sound romantic to me.”
sunny huffs. “we’ll still get cold. and wet.”
“can’t you just pretend you like it for me?”
she pretends to think about, then shakes her head.
“just this once?”
“no.”
“you’re no fun.”
sunny stands on her tiptoes and presses their lips together. “i didn’t say no to the snuggling though…”
exo/f(x) ; watching you watching me
sehun/krystal ; pg ; 496 words
» 30 days » day twenty-one » look.
sehun doesn’t stare at her openly, even he knows that’s rude. so instead he puts his fringe in front of his eyes and sneaks glances at her when she is looking the other way. it’s the perfect technique to look at her without anyone finding out about his fascination with her.
he doesn’t know if it’s because of her looks (because yes, she’s pretty, beautiful even and really likes it when she wears a short skirt because it shows of her perfectly shaped legs) or because of her personality (so she’s a little rude sometimes, bitchy even, but he likes his girls a bit spicy. besides, he knows her backstage personality too, the caring girl who takes the time to talk to rookies, who loves her sister and group members oh so much) or because she’s his senior (he looks up to her, she has accomplished so much in such a short time. he wishes their group could be like this too).
or maybe it’s just because she’s krystal, soojung.
--
krystal knows he watches her, even stares at her maybe. his fringe does nothing to cover the obvious looks he gives her, his head moves into her direction as soon as she walks around the room. she’s flattered, to say the least.
people had shown interest in her before (but not like him, the way he watches her all the time, eyes burning in her skull and making her blush), asked her out even (so she doesn’t know if he’s interested in her like that, but she does wish he is) and yet here she was, feeling like a high school girl with a crush again (and technically she's still a high school girl, but that didn’t explain why she felt butterflies whenever they crossed paths).
maybe, just maybe, she felt this way because she was interested in sehun. not that she would ever admit this out loud, of course.
--
“you’ve been watching me,” she says.
he looks away, turning red rather quickly. he coughs awkwardly. “oh yeah?”
she raises her eyebrow. “it was kind of obvious.”
“i didn’t -” their gazes meet and he gulps as he sees her glare. “okay, so maybe i did.”
“now that we have that solved - what are you going to do about it?”
sehun looks confused. “to do about it? what do you mean?”
“really?” she huffs, flipping her hair back. “shouldn’t you ask me out or something?” she actually looks ashamed now, which sehun thinks is a really cute look on her.
“do you want to?”
“i - yes.”
it's silent then, both avoiding looking at each other and not really knowing what to say.
“good,” krystal says eventually.
sehun nods, repeating the words.
she nods too, fiddling with her shirt before muttering i’ll go then and stomping away. she takes a seat at the other side of the room, pretending to look into the mirror to fix her hair while she watches sehun. she smiles.
he’s looking at her again.