round 4

[chanyeolanda]

jessiyana and katamine lucky bag challenge
- challenge masterlist
-another short one, also written a while back
-*all set in tales!verse

pretty much all rated g
NO WARNINGS IT'S A MIRACLE


1. chanhyuk (akmu)/changmin (tvxq): this is how i disappear- my chemical romance

'changmin-hyung!'

changmin jolted in his seat at the yell, looking around wildly.

'changmin-hyung!'

kyuhyun muttered incoherently next to him as changmin tried to pinpoint the source of the yell- when he finally managed to, he just got more confused.

'changmin-hyung!' the guy's hands were cupped around his mouth as he yelled, glasses riding up his face, large bow affixed to his head, and a small girl next to him.

changmin didn't recognise him at all.

but then, the guy seemed to know him- or so it appeared, as he started waving frenetically in changmin's direction. 'changmin-hyung!'

'who's that?' jonghyun asked, his mouth full of chips.

'i have no idea,' changmin replied, mentally running through possible places he might know this guy from.

'that your kid with him?' kyuhyun asked and changmin spared a moment to send him a withering look with jonghyun.

'why would you come to that conclusion?' he asked dryly.

kyuhyun shrugged. 'he's calling you and there's a small child- shut up.'

jonghyun paused in his laughter to howl out. 'it's a guy, kyuhyun!'

'i said shut up!'

'changmin-hyung!' the guy yelled louder, getting changmin's attention again. 'i can see you, stop trying to hide!'

hide?

now changmin was lost. nothing he was doing could be construed as hiding. at his height, he'd learned not to try hiding in a seated crowd. but... the guy was yelling his name. and waving in his general direction.

changmin glanced around and saw a guy a few seats down in the row in front of him sinking down in his seat, covering his face with his hand as if avoiding someone's gaze.

he recognised him- he was in the grade below him, and changmin knew him because his name was also changmi-

oh.

changmin looked closer. there was a definite family resemblance between other-changmin and yelling-kid.

'it's your turn to babysit!'

a guy who appeared to be changmin's friend gave him a shove at the yell and stood up, waving his arms frantically. 'bring her here, chanhyuk!'

yelling-guy- chanhyuk, his name appeared to be- grinned and grabbed what changmin could only assume was his sister's hand and starting pulling her up the stairs as other-changmin groaned slightly and then put on a smile as she approached.

'hey, soohyun-ah!' he said earnestly, 'play with jokwon-oppa's hair, okay? oppa has a headache and you can't play with my hair.'

chanhyuk rolled his eyes. 'whatever, hyung. just because you spent three hours styling it this morning. see you guys later!'

'not yours, then,' kyuhyun commented and changmin whacked him on the head. 'why!' kyuhyun cried.

'trying to knock some sense into you,' changmin replied and jonghyun perked up, leaning over changmin to reach over to whack kyuhyun.

'here, i'll help!' he said brightly, which rapidly descended into changmin trying to protect his face from the flying hands of a squabbling jonghyun and kyuhyun.

'children, please!' he cried.


2. youngjae (b.a.p)/ yura (girls' day): you know- laura marling

'oppa!'

youngjae turned at the call, midly curious- and then stumbling and almost falling as yura barrelled into him.

'i haven't seen you for ages!' she beamed after she let him go, and youngjae laughed.

'i've been staying at university a lot recently, the workload's been hectic.'

yura raised an eyebrow teasingly. 'the workload, huh?'

youngjae laughed. 'what are you implying, huh?'

'you know,' yura said.

'no, i don't,' youngjae insisted.

she rolled her eyes. 'please, oppa, i dated sunggyu.'

'yah, are you comparing me to him?' youngjae said indignantly. 'wait- dated? you guys broke up?'

yura looked surprised. 'you didn't know?'

'i've been at university since like the beginning of the year, i'm afraid i'm not incredibly up to date on the local gossip,' youngjae said dryly. 'when did this happen?'

yura tapped her chin thoughtfully. 'umm... beginning of the year? no- during the long holidays.'

'you're okay? you guys were together for a while.'

yura shrugged. 'perfectly fine. we're still friends.'

'why'd you break up?' youngjae asked, leaning against a nearby wall.

'oh, you know,' yura said airily, 'he liked someone else. they're together now.'

'he left you for someone else?' youngjae repeated, surprised. 'who?' he thought for a second. 'was it yoona? they always were close.'

yura burst out laughing. 'oh no. i was about to say that it was a funny story, but that's far funnier. no, not yoona. why would you think that.'

'well, she's really pretty,' youngjae explained, 'and if he left you for someone else, she'd have to be ridiculously pretty.'

yura beamed. 'thank you, oppa, that's sweet.'

'anything for my gaming protege,' youngjae said, 'so who?'

yura tossed her hair over her shoulder. 'you know my friend, minah?'

'he left you for your friend?' youngjae exclaimed.

yura laughed. 'no, no, no. her brother.'

'her-' youngjae paused. 'what?'

'you know, woohyun. the second brother,' yura prompted.

'he left you for a guy.'

'it was a mutual thing. i knew it was going to happen. woohyun was pursuing him quite vehemently. i watched sunggyu go from 'who is this person he needs to leave me alone' to 'i think i might like him'. it was sweet.'

youngjae blinked at her. 'and you were completely okay with it.'

'i adore sunggyu, but our relationship ran its course a long time ago, you know.'

youngjae eyed her, his eyes slipping down to her legs. 'no, i really don't.'

*elaboration on sunggyu/yura


3.mark (got7)/boram (t-ara) (/pillow) : i'm only sleeping- the beatles

boram stared down at the redhead kid curled up in her bed, cuddling her pillow.

she backed up to the door. 'hyunyoung?' she called down the stairs, keeping an eye on the guy in her bed.

'give me one sec, jackson's gonna cheat if i leave now!' came the yell from downstairs. boram spared the kid a glance as he snuffled into the pillow and closed the door before heading downstairs.

'your friend's in my bed,' boram said.

'what?' hyunyoung said, distracted by the tv screen, her car screeching over the finish line just before jackson's- at least, that's what boram assumed happened, jumping by the remote flying in the air as hyunyoung let out a delighted whoop and jackson let at a yell of annoyance. hyunyoung turned to boram. 'sorry, what did you say?'

'your friend. is in my bed,' boram repeated.

'friend? you mean mark?' hyunyoung said and looked around the room. 'when did he leave?'

'i wondered why he wasn't cheering me on,' jackson commented, and hyunyoung snorted.

'please, as if he'd support you.'

'dreamkiller,' jackson shot back.

hyunyoung stuck her tongue out at him. 'wait, did you say he was in your bed?'

'who's in whose bed?' changseob asked as he wandered to the kitchen.

'mark's in unni's bed,' hyunyoung told him and he grinned cheekily at boram.

'nuna, i know you like them young, but i think that might be illegal. what's he doing in your bed?'

boram could feel the heat rise in her cheeks at changseob's suggestive tone. 'he's just sleeping!' she exclaimed, 'i got home like ten minutes ago to find him asleep in my bed!' she turned to hyunyoung. 'why is he in my bed!'

'maybe he's waiting for you,' changseob teased, poking her in the side with a biscuit.

'shouldn't you be with sunyoung or something?' boram snapped, and changseob shrugged, popping the biscuit into his mouth.

'broke up last week,' he mumbled around the crumbs, and boram was flooded with instant regret and she reached out to touch his arm, and he gave her a half-smile. 'guessing you haven't spoken to her yet.'

'changseob-'

'i'm fine, nuna,' he interrupted, 'it's not like this is the first time. good luck with the preteen in your bed.' he flashed her a grin and headed back upstairs, biscuit hanging from his mouth.

boram turned to hyunyoung, ready to demand an explanation.

'he might have mixed up our rooms?' hyunyoung offered.

'he doesn't have the best sense of direction,' jackson added and hyunyoung gave him a look.

'it's better than yours. but this is only the second time he's been here and our rooms are opposite each other.'

boram sighed. 'okay.'

'i'll wake him up for you if you want, nuna,' jackson volunteered, 'i do it all the time.'

'no, it's okay,' boram sighed, 'i babysit sometimes.'

boram went up the stairs slowly and peered in, crinkling her nose to see him drooling a bit on the pillow. 'mark?' she called softly, walking over and resting her hand gently on his shoulder. 'mark?'

mark's eyes opened slowly and he blinked blearily up at her.

'hyunyoung's room is across the hall,' boram said softly, and mark blinked slowly again before bolting upright, colour flooding his cheeks.

'sorry, nuna,' he said, his voice sleep-roughened, 'i got lost. sorry.'

'it's okay,' boram said with a soft smile. 'but uh- you can take the pillow.'


4. minwoo (boyfriend)/ joo: lollipop- aqua

'joo-nuna~' minwoo called sweetly and joo looked over from where she was heating food up.

'yes?'

'can i have a lollipop?' he asked, fluttering his eight-year-old adorable eyelashes at her.

joo glanced at the microwave countdown (3:01, 3:00, 2:59) and looked back at him. 'we're about to have supper, minwoo.'

'please?' he begged.

she shook her head. 'you won't eat your supper.'

'i will!' he insisted.

'you can't have a lollipop before supper.'

'but i want one!'

'after supper, maybe,' she relented.

'but i want one now!'

'your mom won't like that.'

'but changbeommie-hyung has one!'

'what?' joo whirled around and looked into the lounge to see the eleven year old sitting crosslegged in front of the tv, lollipop in his mouth. 'changbeom!' she exclaimed.

'i'll still eat supper, nuna!' he called and she sighed.

she'd demand more pay, but they were still easier than looking after her siblings.


5. boram (t-ara)/kim woobin: given up- linkin park

boram stared at her (very tall, very attractive) classmate bouncing around her cousin's room, yelling out indecipherable english as sungjoon played discordant riffs on his guitar.

'oh my god. what is this racket,' joo said next to her, putting her hands over her ears. 'i'm going to unplug the speakers.'

'no, don't!' boram exclaimed, reaching out to catch joo's arm, and joo raised an eyebrow at her. 'they're having fun,' she tried and joo laugh, settling back down next to as sungjoon played a solo that didn't go with the song at all, making a face boram couldn't help but laugh at.

'whatever,' joo teased, 'you're just enjoying watching woobin leap around.'

'shut up,' boram whined, smacking joo lightly on her leg, her breath hiccupping at she heard woobin yell out what she recognised as an english swearword.

'it shouldn't be attractive, right. him swearing,' joo whispered in boram's ear and boram collapsed into her side.

'he's just so long and pretty,' she whimpered.

'don't you have a crush on like all of sungjoon's friends?' joo asked.

'shh,' boram said, glancing at woobin, veins popping out on his neck as he screamed into the can of deodorant he was using as a microphone. 'have you seen them?'

joo nodded. 'so that's why you come to my house all the time. seeing them at school isn't enough, huh?'

'they're pretty,' boram said defensively and joo giggled.

boram leaned against joo and continued watching woobin, perfectly content to ignore the noise.

until ilhoon marched in and yanked the main plug out, and woobin and sungjoon looked at him in surprise.

'could you please stop murdering the concept of music,' ilhoon asked them, 'it's painful to everyone in a ten mile radius.'