Multi-Fandom Drabble Dump
Multi-Fandom Drabble Dump
Cute | 2PM: Taecyeon / SNSD: Sunny
Sunny keeps her cuteness in check around Taecyeon now.
She used to always pout her lips a little and squish up her nose a little around boys, especially Taecyeon, but Sunny now is excruciatingly aware of when she does it and takes extra precautions not to do it around him.
It’s because he’s now suddenly ‘hot’ and ripping his shirts to shreds every minute and he’s now suddenly Yoona’s, according to the whole entire nation.
But he hadn’t been Yoona’s before. Granted, he hadn’t been Sunny’s, either, and Sunny knows it. Perhaps that’s why she feels so stupid for feeling hurt when there hadn’t been anything in the first place. It’s not like he had been her boyfriend or anything like that. They’re just fellow entertainers, that’s all.
And Sunny can’t even hate Yoona, because it’s Yoona, who didn’t do anything except be universally lovable. Yoona has done nothing worthy of blame, except for maybe return to the dorm with a flushed face and a shy giggle as she says, “I know it’s not real, but I’m glad that of all the idol guys, I get to pretend with Taecyeon - he is really hot!”
But for some reason, when Yoona says that, Sunny feels the need to argue with her that pfft, Taecyeon’s definitely not ‘hot’ - he’s cheesy and a little awkward, but in a kind of endearing way because he tries so hard and he doesn’t know how attractive that is. And he doesn’t know that for a second when he turns to look at her, she momentarily loses her hold on her professionalism and she feels real.
None of this is real, though, and Sunny carefully constructs herself back together. No more cuteness.
Enough | Beast: Yoseob / Secret: Jieun
Jieun wonders if she deserves to even stand on a stage anymore.
She simply isn’t good enough. She isn’t talented enough. She doesn’t want it enough.
But she does want it; she wants it so so badly that it’s the gravity pulling her throat in on itself and the tears down from her eyes. But it scares her, this idea that won’t go away, this feeling that she’s not enough. And it leaves her afraid to just go out there and let herself go, because what if she does her best, and it’s still not enough?
And Jieun thinks she might even be sabotaging herself, because she knows she hasn’t been doing her best, but at least then, she has something to blame. At least then, she can always say that she’s capable of better and that she was just holding back. But it doesn’t make any sense to be doing that and she knows it. Yet that’s exactly what she’s doing and she can see herself doing it, and Jieun is terrified.
All of this is engulfing her and Jieun sits with her head turned in towards the corner and her lips tightly tucked in, trying to swallow the panic down. She closes her eyes and tries to inhale some oxygen and hope into her lungs. But instead, the dread just pushes out the little air she has and she can’t help it, the tears are falling falling falling, just like her faith.
Then a softly strong hand curves around her cheek and through the curtain of tears, Jieun finds Yoseob’s earnest eyes gazing into hers. She is still crying and she is still trembling, but Yoseob’s hand gently keeps her steady. His thumb brushes a tear off its racetrack and then she collapses, the rest of her tears now running around the perimeter of his collar.
Yoseob holds her. He holds her until she lifts her head from his shoulder with the sorrow still glimmering in her disbelieving eyes.
“Just go out there and show them all that you are,” he says.
The doubt still threatens to overtake her eyes, but the genuine honesty in his eyes fixed on hers pushes that doubt back.
“You’re more than enough.”
Octopi | Block B: Zico / A Pink: Eunji
Eunji’s the only one that greets Zico differently.
All of the other idol girls say hellos to him that are wrapped in propriety and generally with a hint of interest overridden by intimidation. It’s not just because Block B is a rookie group, either - the smiles the idol girls give to him are very different from the ones they give to U-Kwon, for example (Their smiles to both him and U-Kwon are accompanied by giggles, but the giggles U-Kwon hears are flirty while the giggles Zico hears are nervous).
So down the line, one by one, the girls of A Pink respectfully say hello. But Eunji’s last and she steps out of the line, her face abruptly within centimeters of his.
Eunji’s eyes are raised up and she says good-naturedly, “Your hair looks like an octopus.”
Zico instinctively puts his hand up to touch the dreadlocks that are cascading from his head. He’s suddenly very self-conscious about them and he is struck by the horrifying thought, Eunji thinks the dreads are ugly!
But Eunji puts her hand on his with no inhibitions and she smiles at him - she smiles that sweet smile that makes Zico want to take his hand out from underneath hers so that he could hold her and kiss her.
“Don’t worry. I like octopi. I’m from Busan after all!”
Eunji laughs at her own joke and Zico’s brain goes into overdrive.
He’s trying to come up with other sealife-inspired stylistic choices.
Exactly the Same | 2PM: Junho / Secret: Sunhwa
Sunhwa couldn’t help but be so excited (and nervous - why was she so nervous?) that Secret would finally be able to interact with 2PM. She wondered if Taecyeon, Chansung, and Junho would remember her - and she was afraid that they wouldn’t.
To be honest, she wouldn’t care so much if Taecyeon and Chansung didn’t really remember her, but she needed Junho to remember. She had adored him during ‘Superstar Survival’ and she owed so much to him. Junho had taken care of her and helped her get through the grueling competition. Whenever Sunhwa had later found herself on the verge of giving up, for some reason, thinking about his kindness to her would always help her push through. They had loved each other.
Like brother and sister, of course.
Junho remembered the girl he had cared for like a sister, but the only image Junho could conjure up in his head was of a scrawny little eager girl from Busan. He couldn’t fathom how she would look now.
But then there she was, walking towards him, and he found himself automatically smiling to mirror her smile, which was, he was pleased to note, still exactly the same. But no, it wasn’t exactly the same. It was technically prettier, but it was more rigid than it had been before. In one look, Junho could see the pain of the past etched into the flecks of light in Sunhwa’s eyes and Junho thought with an inexplicable overwhelming feeling of sadness that she was lovely.
Junho wanted to protect her and love her, like he had back then (but maybe not the exact same way, maybe not as a sister), but they both knew in that instant that they couldn’t do that anymore.
Cooking For One | SuJu: Kyuhyun / YounhaYounha is used to cooking for one.
She’d been living alone since she was 15, so she knows better than anyone how incredibly difficult it is to go grocery shopping for one - she can’t buy too much at once, because she simply can’t eat it all before it spoils and she can’t plan for meals that are meant to be shared, because, well, she has no one to share them with. But since it’s been so long since she’d begun living alone, she has now basically mastered that art.
Kyuhyun, on the other hand, has never mastered the culinary arts of any sort. In his defense, he isn’t terrible when he has a recipe in front of him and he can measure out exactly the proper quantities. But he just doesn’t have a very good sense of scale and making ramen always calls for just eyeballing how much water goes in. It’s not his fault that he tends to get a little overzealous in pouring water for ramen. Even so, the other Super Junior members refuse to ever let Kyuhyun cook for them.
But Kyuhyun’s by himself right now and he stares blankly at the contents of the refrigerator. He needs to venture an attempt at cooking, but he is completely at a loss for what to make.
Younha stands in front of her pantry, completely at a loss for what to make. She opens her refrigerator and peers in, but then with a sigh, closes the door again. She then opens her freezer and looks, but there is nothing except some popsicles and a bunch of meat. She’s not quite sure why she bought the meat in the first place. It’s the kind of Korean barbecue that requires at least one other person to eat it with and also should be accompanied by lively conversation. It’s not like she can have a conversation with herself.
She stands there and the manufactured breeze from the freezer washes over her when suddenly the tinny tinkles of the doorbell reach her ears. She closes the freezer door, relieved, in a sense, to be able to procrastinate on the decision about dinner.
“Who is it?”
Kyuhyun holds up a plastic bag, containing what looks to be assorted groceries. “It’s Kyuhyun. Wanna cook for me?”
Younha smiles. She’s now cooking for two.