we'll climb to the top and fly (hand in hand)
we'll climb to the top and fly (hand in hand)
an exo drabble collection
about 4100 words in total
pairings: kyungsoo-centric | luhan/minseok | sehun ; jongin/kyungsoo | luhan/jongin | mainly sehun/jongin/kyungsoo | baekhyun/kyungsoo
i'm the only one left
kyungsoo-centric
455 words
kyungsoo awakens to blinding white light, lots and lots of light. for a second, he's confused. then he gets scared and he's about to shout when a face comes into his vision.
“mr do?” the face says, peering down at him with spectacles hanging precariously on his nose, “mr do? can you hear me?”
kyungsoo squints and croaks, “y - yes. yes, i can hear you.” his head is starting to hurt, though, when the face comes too close. kyungsoo hates it when people do that.
the face smiles and kyungsoo relaxes. then he remembers. “where am i?” he asks softly, his voice feels raw, as if he hasn't used it years. “who are you?”
“you're in a hospital. and i'm dr kim."
“h - hospital?” kyungsoo feels his eyes widen in shock and hears his voice rising with panic. “what - what do you mean hospital? what happened?”
“you were in an accident, do you remember?” dr kim answers, not looking at him, as he checks something on his clipboard. he turns his attention to kyungsoo, smiling, “how are you feeling? nauseous? giddy? any - ”
kyungsoo remembers. of course kyungsoo remembers. everything starts to click into place - he remembers the crash, his manager cursing and then a loud explosion. he remembers his body being violently pressed into jongin's - or is it sehun - and he recalls pain, lots of pain, his head, his arm, his legs. he bleeds, he definitely remembers the bleeding, and jongin. jongin, jongin, jongin. and joonmyun, chanyeol, baekhyun, sehun and jongin. kyungsoo doesn't feel nauseous, giddy or anything explainable at all, because all he can actually feel is the sinking feeling in his chest when he notices that he is in a single room, no signs of his other members, and the nurse beside the doctor is actually fucking giving him sympathetic looks. kyungsoo really wants to rip someone's throat out.
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“the rest,” kyungsoo chokes out, his eyes already starting to tear up and he thinks he might die at the searing ache in his chest. he clenches a fist and tries to look the doctor in the eye.
“i - i'm sorry,” dr kim is no longer smiling, his eyes not quite looking at kyungsoo. “they didn't survive.”
kyungsoo closes his eyes and lets his head falls deeper into the pillows. the doctor is saying something but kyungsoo can't really hear what - all he hears is they didn't survive and those words keep repeating themselves in his head - and he prays:
please let this be a nightmare, let me fucking wake up and everything will be alright again.
and another prayer:
jongin.
and your smile illuminates the whole world, today
minseok/luhan | au
590 words
minseok has been coming to this cafe for the past two weeks - just to see the cute, doe-eyed boy with the pretty smile - and he has yet to know his name. he comes in extra early and, luckily, the boy is there, wiping some cups from behind the counter. he smiles at minseok.
“hi?” minseok stutters, hating how his voice sounds breathy and nervous. the boy must know that minseok is nursing a dumb crush on him - he must be laughing at him on the inside, beneath that angelic smile and kind eyes, not that minseok needs any more mocking, jongdae and yixing won't shut the fuck up everytime he appears to class with a iced latte from the cafe - because minseok feels his face breaking into a smile. the boy must think he is a creep. minseok smiles some more, “i - i'd like some iced latte. please?”
the boy nods and gestures towards the seat. he's telling minseok to wait. and then minseok asks, “what's. what's your name?”
slowly, the boy turns and walks up to the counter. smiling at minseok, he slips a hand into his apron's pockets and fishes something out - a nametag. minseok squints at it. it says luhan. minseok nods and pushes the nametag back to luhan. the latter pockets it and turns his back on minseok to make his drink.
“chinese?” minseok scratches his head. the boy turns slightly towards minseok and nods. “i'm minseok. n-nice to meet you. i'll wait for my iced latte there. “ he points to a seat and tries not to slap himself - he has that nervous voice again. no wonder luhan isn't speaking to him; he probably sounds like a freak on a nervous breakdown. not that he isn't anyway, because luhan actually has a nice smile and minseok thinks his heart would explode whenever he sees luhan smiling down at him.
a bell sounds - indicating that an order is ready - and minseok looks up. there on the counter is his iced latte and luhan is smiling at him from behind it. he gestures something and minseok realises that luhan is speaking sign language. luhan has signed are you a member and minseok understands because he volunteers at an orphanage, sometimes, and takes up lessons because there are several kids who were mutes. minseok stares at him and signs back yes.
luhan looks surprised but he smiles once more as minseok hands him a member's card. he scribbles something onto a napkin and hands it to minseok, together with his card.
you have a nice smile.
would you like to have go out with me? i get off at 5pm, everyday.
and in smaller handwriting, luhan has also written a string of numbers. minseok didn't even have to ask.
luhan beams at him and minseok swears he will do a victory dance right there and then and probably embarrass himself so bad luhan will take back the napkin and forget anything about asking minseok out. so he grabs his iced latte and walks quickly (and really, really happily, he's sure he looks like he's fucking skipping with joy) out of the cafe - though, not before catching luhan slapping himself on the forehead, a dumb smile playing on his lips - and minseok suddenly notices how the sky seems brighter that morning.
now jongdae and yixing will shut up with their teasing when he shoves the napkin - with luhan's number on it - in their faces.
perfect aim
sehun | jongin/kyungsoo ; au
493 words
byun baekhyun is walking out of a building, a smile on his face. jongin, from behind a wall, near the building, takes a breath. beside him, sehun clicks his tongue. jongin smirks and pulls the trigger. baekhyun drops to the ground.
“excellent,” sehun whispers and jongin smiles at him triumphantly - he has always been ace at shooting and this is no exception. taking another look around, sehun jogs out from their hiding place, to inspect baekhyun's death. jongin follows closely behind, tucking his gun into his coat.
“oh my god, baekhyun!” a voice screams and jongin takes out his gun again. sehun is already aiming his gun at the voice. jongin looks up and he very nearly stumbles back. running out of the building that baekhyun came out from was kyungsoo. do kyungsoo, kim jongin's boyfriend.
jongin lifts a finger towards sehun and points it backwards - their signal to run. sehun ignores it and grabs kyungsoo's head. jongin lets out a strangled cry and very nearly takes out his gun and shoots sehun for doing so because no one manhandles kyungsoo like that. clenching his fists, jongin signals once more, his eyes fierce from behind the mask.
sehun widens his eyes in confusion but his hands are poised, ready to snap kyungsoo's neck. jongin swears he is about to cry. “please,” he chokes out.
he watches sehun push kyungsoo roughly to the ground. kyungsoo is still crying, hand fumbling to get his mobile. sehun gives jongin the signal and they sprint towards their car before anything else.
“what the fuck,” sehun hisses once they're in the car. he roughly takes off the mask he has been wearing, flinging it to the back of the car.“he saw us. you know the rules jongin - we kill our targets and witnesses, if any - i cannot --”
“he's kyungsoo,” jongin answers wearily, taking his own mask off. “please, sehun - ”
“kyung - kyungsoo?” sehun stutters. he has known about jongin's other half. “that's him? what the fuck was he doing with byun baekhyun? does he know --”
jongin's mobile starts to vibrate. kyungsoo. sehun gazes at him sharply as he skids the car to a stop.
“hey, babe, what's up?” jongin says into the phone smoothly, a hand firmly clamping sehun's mouth shut. he feels sehun's teeth in his palm as he feigns shock, “what.”
sehun's own mobile lights up and he makes a grab for it, jongin's hand still over his mouth. he opens it and blanches.
next target: do kyungsoo
last seen: outside exoplanet building, with byun baekhyun
deadline: 15 september 2045, 1200 hours
sehun quietly brings his mobile to jongin's vision. jongin breathes in sharply and abruptly ends his call. pocketing his mobile, jongin mutters an apology. before sehun can ask, jongin gets out of the car, his gun already in his hands.
he aims it at sehun's face.
intertwined fingers
luhan/jongin
788 words
he curls his fingers around jongin's wrist, protectively, and pulls him close. kyungsoo gapes at him - hurriedly letting go of jongin at the same time - and luhan tries not to look back, his heart racing in his chest. he watches kyungsoo scamper towards baekhyun and chanyeol, as if afraid that any second longer with luhan will earn him a punch in the face. not that kyungsoo is wrong because luhan's other hand is already clenched into a fist.
“i hate it when you do that,” luhan whimpers into jongin's mouth that night. he pushes his face closer to jongin's to kiss him.
jongin laughs, lowering his head before planting his lips onto luhan's neck. he starts to suck, “do what? with kyungsoo? come on.”
luhan pulls away and tries to look for jongin's eyes in the dark room. the room is pitch-black and luhan can see nothing; if he squints he thinks he can see the beads of perspiration on jongin's skin. which part, he can't really tell. he hears jongin takes a breath.
“luhan,” jongin's voice is pleading. luhan feels him shifts further. it happens, when jongin is tired of talking and wants to give luhan some space to think. luhan scoots closer. “kyungsoo is.. kyungsoo has been a very good hyung to me. he takes care of me well -
“is that so?” luhan hates how his voice has turned sharp. he rolls over to his side and lets jongin trace patterns onto his back. he probably sounds like the typical jealous girlfriend; he is jealous because kim jongin is his and his alone. he hates to share. jongin lets out another breath. luhan wants to cry.
“you are crazy,” jongin snaps, the annoyance rising in his voice. luhan winces. “it's fanservice. have you heard of kaisoo? yeah that's it and -"
“it didn't seem like fanservice to me, kai,” luhan says, coldly, and then immediately regretting it because jongin actually slides out of bed.
“jongin,” he corrects, his voice equally cold. “you call me by my name or don't speak to me again.” luhan hears some kicking of clothes, books and the likes before his whole vision is filled with light. jongin glares at him from where he has switched on the lights. luhan doesn't let his gaze waver and jongin sighs.
he looks exhausted as he picks up his boxers, slipping into them, his long limbs looking worn and tired, avoiding luhan's gaze. kicking a shirt from the floor, jongin roughly turns the doorknob, ready to leave.
“jongin,” luhan whispers, scooting out of bed and quickly catching his boyfriend's arm. jongin stops moving and turns to look at him. luhan hates that look; the hurt, confusion mingling with exhaustion from the intense practice session they had earlier, though mostly hurt. pulling jongin closer and resting a finger on his cheek, luhan sighs, “i'm sorry."
“don't you trust me,” jongin whispers back, his voice sounds faraway, like they're from the back of his head rather than his throat. it's the voice jongin uses when he's choked up and he's trying to hold back tears.
luhan doesn't reply as he pulls jongin's face close, wanting to kiss him. luhan has never been too good with words, he always ends up talking too much but never getting to the point. it makes people misunderstand and mostly annoyed (he knows yixing gets annoyed and he also knows how yixing always bitches - sometimes, not so discreetly, too - about it to jongdae and minseok). jongin hesitates into the kiss, at first, and luhan understands, feeling himself melting into jongin's lips. he thinks about jongin's question and he knows:
that he trusts jongin, much more than he trusts anyone else in exo. meeting jongin and being with him is probably the best thing has ever happened to luhan and he knows, for sure, that he not only trusts him but loves him. loves him with every muscle in his body, with every single atom that makes him, his entire being and loves him so much it hurts not to have jongin close, when jongin is somewhere else, when jongin asks questions like this because jongin, of all people, should never question the amount of trust that luhan places in him.
it's just that he hates it when jongin gets touchy-feely with the others, fanservice or not, it makes his heart burn and makes him feel like flinging a chair at someone.
“yes,” luhan breathes into jongin's neck. “yes. yes i trust you, jongin. with all of my heart, i do. but i just hate it when --”
jongin smiles and shuts him up with a kiss, intertwining his fingers with luhan's.
girls and essays
mainly jongin/kyungsoo/sehun ; high-school au
830words
jongin chokes into his rice, just as a girl - who happens to be the smartest (mostly true), most beautiful girl (to jongin, only, because sehun says she looks too arrogant/nerdish to be beautiful but jongin thinks fuck him because what he finds beautiful is actually a certain chinese senior called luhan - who doesn't even knows he exists - and kyungsoo doesn't even care about anyone other than baekhyun) in their whole grade - appears into his vision. beside him, kyungsoo helpfully thumps his back, hiding his laughing face with his other hand. jongin thinks of a way to murder his best friend, maybe slow torture him by messing up his notes. he makes a mental note to dump a whole jar of chilli into his kimchi soup the next lunch they have together.
“j-jongin, right?” she asks, fiddling with the hem of her blouse. she smiles at jongin nervously.
“yeah?” jongin chews his rice, slowly. he stomps on kyungsoo's foot and flashes the girl a smile. his famous i'm kim jongin, the school's star soccer striker and incidentally, the hottest boy in our grade smile but it probably comes out more like a grimace because she tilts her head at him. obviously uninterested.
kyungsoo looks like he is about to laugh again so jongin winds an arm around his waist and pinches his side. kyungsoo spills his drink on his shirt - no, his favourite jacket from his boyfriend, a year above them, byun baekhyun - and jongin smirks.
“mrs lee tells me to get my essay from you? she lent it to you the other - (kyungsoo splutters a “fuck you kim jongin, this is my favourite jacket” before stalking off in anger)” she looks at kyungsoo and seems momentarily distracted. jongin clears his throat. she turns his attention to him and continues, “so yeah. my essay. from the other day? you got it?”
“god, jongin, don't tell me the teacher actually lets you copy off -” sehun quips but quickly falls silent at the look jongin gives him.
“it is not copying. mrs lee wants me to use it for - uhm, inspiration for the next essay,” jongin says, hotly, as he rummages his schoolbag for the said essay. he grabs pieces of papers from the bottom of his bag and waves it at the girl's face. “okay, here they are."
she takes them with two fingers, as if holding used tissue papers, complete with a (cute) crinkling of her nose and all. jongin doesn't blame her - he actually has been analysing, closely inspecting those papers almost every day since he got them from mrs lee and trying to understand, not the contents of the essay, but how, just how can someone's handwriting be so fucking perfect - because they look really crumpled so he offers an apologetic smile.
he is about to say something, maybe along the lines of hey gorgeous would you like to have dinner at me, after my soccer practice and after you student council duties but she politely smiles back and leaves before jongin could say even a word. sehun laughs at him.
jongin groans at his bowl of rice and sehun laughs some more. his food suddenly looks really unappetising and he suddenly feels full - although he spent the whole period of geography whatsapping sehun and kyungsoo about how he is going to eat the whole cafeteria because he is so fungry (only sehun replies, though, because kyungsoo is too busy scribbling down notes into his book - he replies with a 156 messages just to say you are hungry fuck you jongin we are here for an education and sehun can you please ignore him next time and can you guys teach me how to stop receiving these from you assholes - sehun replies with a never ^ _^ and jongin lol over my dead body - at the end of class).
he stands up to clear his tray of food, elbowing sehun's head along the way, “i hope luhan hates you.” he grins when sehun whips around, rudely asking him to shut the fuck up. in a louder voice, this time, jongin says, “lu. han.”
“yes?”
jongin looks up to come face to face with luhan. he smirks, “yeah, sehun here has been calling you.” he winks at sehun and then walks past luhan - who looks mildly confused because he's not exactly sure who sehun is, and also, the boy who has just called his name - who awkwardly smiles at jongin.
sehun turns a deep shade of red and brings his face to the table. luhan stares at him doing so, for a few seconds, before leaving to get his own lunch.
(he texts kyungsoo later and they both sneak into the boys' locker room during jongin's soccer practice, armed with itching powder. they find jongin's bag and dump the whole bottle of powder onto his soccer clothes.)
how can i regret when there is you
baekhyun/kyungsoo
847 words
baekhyun disappears right after dinner and it has happened so often the rest don't even bother to question. kyungsoo, on the other hand, sets down the bowls he is clearing, and worriedly watches the older man hurry to the bathroom. he is doing it again.
when baekhyun emerges from the bathroom fifteen minutes later, kyungsoo is already waiting outside, a glass of water in his hands. baekhyun smells strongly of toothpaste; kyungsoo takes a deep breath and he feels his heart sink a bit. baekhyun also smells of vomit. just a bit.
“hyung,” kyungsoo says, carefully setting his glass in the kitchen sink. “you okay?”
“i'm fine,” baekhyun replies, not looking at kyungsoo. he starts to walk past him when kyungsoo holds out an arm, stopping him. “what?” baekhyun asks, slightly irritated.
“is my cooking bad?” kyungsoo says, slowly, his voice soft and gentle with respect, as if speaking to his father or his teacher. baekhyun looks at him as if he's crazy and kyungsoo takes a step back. wrong question. it really isn't about his cooking, ever, when the members keep pestering him to make dinner even when they can have takeout.
baekhyun sighs and tells him no. but kyungsoo isn't satisfied, “why are you doing this? it's unhealthy.” the word leaves a sour taste in his mouth, even more so when baekhyun flashes him a look.
“unhealthy?” baekhyun scoffs, his eyes bright with sudden fury. “don't tell me what's healthy and what's not. you skip your meals and spend hours at the dance studio with jongin when you should be resting.”
kyungsoo lowers his gaze to the floor, unable to refute what baekhyun has said. it's true. and yet, he couldn't help but feel worry when baekhyun has been losing weight and not keeping his meals in his stomach, where they should be. the older man lets out another frustrated sigh and turns to leave the kitchen.
kyungsoo stops him, fingers tightly clasped onto baekhyun's thin wrist. if kyungsoo squeezes a bit more, baekhyun's arm will break so he lets go. “you're beautiful as you are,” kyungsoo whispers, eyes stuck to the floor and feeling heat creeping up his neck to his face. what the fuck is he saying. “just. just take care of yourself, hyung. i don't want to -"
kyungsoo's next words get muffled in baekhyun's mouth; baekhyun wrapping his thin arms around kyungsoo's waist and pushing him up against a wall. kyungsoo whimpers into the kiss when baekhyun slides his tongue in, feeling a tight knot forming in his tummy, a feeling that he always get when baekhyun is this close and doing this wonderful, wonderful thing with his tongue.
“you always worry too much,” baekhyun mumbles into his neck. he slides his hand into kyungsoo's pants and kyungsoo lets out a groan, hand tugging at baekhyun's hair. he finally looks up and kisses the top of kyungsoo's nose, “but that's why i love you so much.”
kyungsoo flushes and stares at baekhyun's collarbones. “i still hate it when you do it.”
baekhyun kisses him again, “they tell me i've been looking a bit round these days. i can't have that, kyungsoo.”
“you look fine.”
baekhyun laughs, “to you.” he pulls kyungsoo into a hug, resting his chin onto his shoulder. “but it's not enough. you know that.”
kyungsoo tightens his grip around baekhyun's waist and sighs. he thinks of the diets he had to go through, the hours of gruelling practice, the sleepless nights, all those things they do just so they can be idols, just so people will buy their albums and go to their concerts. kyungsoo knows but that doesn't mean he's happy with it, even though it is the path that he chose. it's not exactly regret; it's just that he wishes it isn't this hard. regret never happens, not under the spotlights and camera flashes, doing the very thing that he has loved doing since forever, not when he signs his name on album covers and posters and injecting as much love as he can because he loves his fans for supporting them, not when he hears people screaming his name, not when he is with the best of friends, not ever, when he is at a place where he has always dreamed of. regret doesn't even exist when there is baekhyun.
(and baekhyun is gazing softly at kyungsoo, right now, the most beautiful smile playing on his lips and it is the kind of smile that latches onto kyungsoo's memory, slowly tattooing itself into his mind so he will never forget.)
“what are you thinking about?” baekhyun softly asks, a finger drawing patterns on kyungsoo's face.
“us,” kyungsoo replies, catching baekhyun's fingers and intertwining them around his.
“are you done with the romance, because i really have to pee,” a voice dryly announces, causing baekhyun to jump away from kyungsoo in shock. it is sehun, arms folded across his chest, eyes poised to give an eye-roll.
kyungsoo flips him the finger and pulls baekhyun for another kiss.
a/n: -a result of reading too many beautiful exo fics and also, because i like them (exo, i mean). a lot.
-too many ideas, goddamn ideas and no concrete ones to write into a full-length fic. then again the fuck is a full-length fic?!
-some of them are supposed to be.. angsty of some sort but I kinda turned to mush and then I just end them lamely.
-also, I realised that there are some phrases and words that I used more than once? I always try to use a variety of words to convey my ~emotions~ in my stories but apparently I suck so that's why they end up like that. and yeah i noticed my grammar's all over the place too... sorry :-(
-hope you enjoyed this collection of.. drabbles/little ideas. i may/may not develop them. we'll see. in the meantime, thank you
for reading & your comments will be deeply appreciated <3