let's play a game?
>> vignettes.
>> multi-pairing; gen.
>> pg15. mention of sexual acts?
>> this is not real. seriously. it's not.
>> where fandoms collide and no one comes out without being scarred for life. (accumulative 6501words)
>> fic meme stolen from papersanguine and done not according to the rules at all. there's no word to describe this trainwreck lol.
>> comments are appreciated and loved for infinity!
❝vignettes❞
Step 1: Write down the names of 10 characters.
1.Seungri
2.Jonghyun
3.Kikwang
4.Yunho
5.Chae Yeon
6.Tablo
7.Junsu
8.Minwoo
9.Jiyong
10.Seunghyun
Step 2: Write a fic of around twenty five words for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
As you will very soon find out, I wrote way beyond the word limit. Some of them are pretty lengthy, some not as long. There are weird AUs and situations abound. I'm sorry? :D
1. First Time (4&6)
Yunho;Tablo
You don't really know Tablo, apart from anecdotes Junsu relegates around dinner during the filming for Anyband. (You try not to remember too much; how it feels living with five instead of one, two. Sometimes you forget how to not remember; sometimes you get too good at it). You’ve heard stories however, about a rapper who spins words with the brand of cruel honesty that hides more than it exposes, so you offer Tablo a smile and politely says 'hello'.
Tablo's grin trips some kind of an alarm in your head.
"DBSK, huh?"
You nod and your smile is easy. Mechanical. “I’m a big fan of Epik High.”
“I’m sure you are.” Tablo doesn’t bother masking the sarcasm, you’re too tired to care and he shrugs off your nonexistent concern. The world spins and spins. “So how’s Junsu?”
The question catches you off guard even when you should’ve expected it. You take a second too long and you see his eyebrow quirks. “He’s okay. Busy, I guess.” You don’t tell him about phone calls left unanswered, voice mails in the dozens because it’s not his business. Or anyone else’s.
Tablo opens his mouth and you’re pretty sure that he has an arsenal of sharp words at his disposal. You brace yourself but he simply exhales, says, “That’s good then.”
Something at the back of your mind clicks and clicks at the shift of nuance streamlining his voice. And then you remember. You’ve read, heard, seen it somewhere (from Heechul maybe) and it shouldn’t make you feel better (but it does).
“How’s Tukutz?” You watch his face change and if you’re a spiteful person, you would’ve felt vindicated. But you aren’t, it’s not your mould and your smile dims when his eyes darkens. You don’t stop. “And Mithra?”
You’re both abandoned relics, victims of circumstances and choices. You don’t feel any better even when Tablo shrugs again and turns to walk away, leaves your questions half swallowed by the din of the crowd.
You don’t feel anything when you reach out and grab his wrist, although a bigger part of your conscience registers the beginning of a scowl on his face. “I know a good bar downtown.”
Tablo’s scrutiny lasts two seconds and an eternity but he’s turning towards you instead of away. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”
2. Angst (7)
Junsu
Junsu thinks there are different kinds of goodbye.
He prefers the kind where he can look back and laugh at distant memories, the warm glow of remembrance every time his mind conjures left-behind jokes and lazy Sunday mornings. Of half-spoken words with his fingers trailing scars no longer hidden underneath an inch of makeup and their bodies a part of the same puzzle. Those goodbyes are brief and sweet, with I won’t be long an understanding more than a promise, and his returns greeted with slow, sweet kisses.
The other kind hurts like a sharp ache in his heart. Those goodbyes said in anger and frustration, when neither of them has control over their vicious, little tongues after too many sleepless nights spent back and forth between continents. It’s a goodbye tried, tested and regretted, because it leaves wounds that scar in places he can’t see, can’t reach. The goodbye demands apologies in lyrics never to be published, sung in whispers framed by darkness and fleeting touches but it is always forgiven (if not forgotten).
Then. There’s the kind that is left unsaid, acidic at the back of his throat and eats him inside out. The goodbye that lashes out with eyes widened with hurt and confusion, that screams without being heard and festers worse with each unanswered phone calls and deleted voice mails. It’s a goodbye marked with a chasm of silence in between and silence kills. Slow and cruel, but with the surety of an inevitability.
Junsu thinks there are different kinds of goodbye. And he says them enough to know the differences don’t really count.
Goodbyes are goodbyes after all.
3. AU (1&8)
Seungri;Minwoo
They met in a dance competition in Seoul, each armed with a pretty lady wearing cut-glass smiles and stilettos sharp enough to be considered lethal. Minwoo learnt that the young upstart was called Seungri and he found it ironic when Seungri didn't win. He didn't win either but then again, his name wasn't Seungri.
"Is this your first time here?"
Seungri swiped a hand over the glistening trail of water on his lips and considered the question for a few seconds. There were dark creases under his eyes and Minwoo wondered if Seungri spent his nights dancing away like shadows. "Yes."
"You did good." The changing room was deserted, because every one else was too busy celebrating and popping champagnes. Minwoo smiled at the frown on Seungri's face - he probably sounded too patronising. "Are you local?"
"I'm from Gwangju," Seungri said and stuffed his water bottle inside a duffel bag, grabbed a cap off its hook. His stage outfit had been replaced with a faded green tee that read ACDC and loose jeans. Minwoo realised for the first time that Seungri couldn't have been older than sixteen. "Look, I don't mean to be rude but I'm gonna miss my bus so..."
Minwoo grinned. "Why not stay another day and I'll show you around town?"
"I don't think that's a good idea-"
"And I know most of the dance crews."
Minwoo knew he had won when Seungri hesitated.
"I think some of them are even recruiting."
Hook. Line. Sinker.
4. Threesome (3&6&9)
Kikwang;Tablo;Jiyong
"I've got a wife," Tablo stiffly said.
Kikwang crossed his arms over his ample chest and leaned back into the chair. "And I've made it very clear that I watch porn."
"It might be gay porn for all we know," Jiyong pointed out, because he's sharp like that. If he was a crayon, he'd be so sharp other crayons would be jealous of his sharpness.
Tablo snorted. "Yeah, you should know all about gay porn."
"I live with Seungri. He's the connoisseur of gay porn," Jiyong deadpanned. He twirled a strand of hair around his finger and regarded the other two with a look of disdain. "And I'm more insulted that they think I'd sleep with any of you than them thinking I'm gay."
Tablo and Kikwang exchanged A Look.
After a moment of hostile silence, Tablo stated, calm as the eye of a storm, "This is all your fault, Kwon Jiyong."
Jiyong smirked. "Threesome works three ways, guys. Might as well find your inner gays and enjoy the ride."
5. Hurt and Comfort (5&10)
Chae Yeon;Seunghyun
You heard her first before you saw her. Probably because the hallway was shrouded in shadows and you’re in too much of a hurry to notice the slouched figure hidden behind a rack of clothes. You paused, hesitated because you knew you weren’t good at consoling and really, was this any of your business?
But there was another gust of fresh sobs and you turned towards her, made your way as quietly as you could.
You didn’t show your surprise when you saw Chae Yeon noona.
“Noona,” the first syllable made her look up, the second prompted a piece of tissue to appear and dab at her eyes. You came closer. “Are you okay?”
Her voice was an octave lower, a bit hoarser when she said, “What are you doing here, TOP sshi? Are you lost?”
You didn’t tell her that you were late and the manager (and Jiyong) would probably nag for the whole day. “Can’t find the toilet,” you grinned at her. “But I found you instead. Lucky, huh?”
She laughed and straightened up. Her make-up was undisturbed and except for the red of her eyes, no one could tell that she had been crying. She swatted your arm lightly. “You shouldn’t flirt with noona, silly.”
You walked beside her, step by step and away from the shadows, the colour returned to her face. The hallways stretched long and dreary in front of them. “Are you sure you’re okay, noona?”
“Yeah,” she retorted, her eyes snapping up to capture yours. “Don’t tell anyone, alright?”
“But-”
“It’s nothing.” Her smile was bitter when she continued, “When you’re long enough in the industry, people start to forget. But we’ve got to go on, don’t we?”
You don’t say anything, didn’t know what to say and she shook her head. You understood the cruelty of truth and you knew you won’t last forever either. Faint voices rose above the silence, the hallway forked at the end and you knew she would go one way while you would go another. That was just the way it was; your paths weren’t supposed to converge for long.
You placed a hand on her shoulder. The voices grew louder. “But noona, if you won’t forget me then- I won’t forget you too. Deal?”
She stared at you, surprised until the corners of her lips surrendered into a wide smile.
“Silly. How could anyone forget you?”
6. Crack (1)
Seungri
“Yah, maknae. Stop being so annoying. You’re embarrassing Big Bang!”
Cue ripples of laughter from the audience. Cue the cameraman zooming in on your stilted grin, the awkward hunch of your shoulder as you backtrack and try to remember what you did or said seconds ago.
Cue your apologies and you say “hyung, don’t be like that~” as cute as you know how.
You don’t miss your cues. You are Seungri and the audience eat it up like your pain is their pretty-coloured, heart-shaped candies.
Off camera, you see Youngbae hyung giving you that hang in there, okay? look he reserves for you and you alone, while Seunghyun hyung and Daesung hyung quickly start a joke that doesn’t really have a punch line (and isn’t really funny, to be honest). Jiyong hyung’s smile is triumphant when he looks at you and he rests a hand on your thigh while the host chatters happily away.
Sometimes, Jiyong hyung forgets that you are not indestructible and he says things you wish he doesn’t. It puzzles you, because they aren’t the same things he whispers to you when he sits on your bed at midnights and you want to ask him questions why why why. You don’t say anything and he says every(all the wrong)thing.
Cue Daesung showing off his muscular arm and the camera misses Jiyong hyung’s fingers brushing against your cheek.
You don’t tell him his touch stings more than comfort but if the world can forgive Jiyong hyung for his eccentricities, surely you can do the same.
It’s okay if your heart cracks bits by tiny bits; you live with imperfections all the time.
It’s okay because the camera will never catch it.
7. Horror (10)
Seunghyun
"Why are we here?"
Seunghyun squinted suspiciously at Jiyong and Seungri, who had identical grins plastered onto their faces. It was never good when these two were up to something and Seunghyun was left in the dark. (It's okay if he was notified beforehand, so he could either 1. join in the fun or 2. hide in Youngbae's room). The last time that happened, Seunghyun had developed a tragic fear for broccolis.
"Ah, hyung~" And Seungri's using his 'cute maknae' voice, which only served to amplify Seunghyun's suspicion. He tried to backtrack but Jiyong had covered the only exit. Damn. "We're doing this for you, you know?"
"Still doesn't explain why we're here," Seunghyun gritted out and carefully shielded his eyes from sunlight bouncing off garish colours. "I thought we have an interview soon?"
"That can wait," Jiyong chirped somewhere behind him and Seungri sniggered. "You've lost a lot of weight recently, hyung. Filming stressing you out, huh?"
Seunghyun wanted to point out that Jiyong was the one who was deliberately starving himself just to fit into girl dresses so why the fuck are they worrying about him but he was distracted by the shiny, painted face of Ronald McDonald and a large canvas touting the greatness that was Big Mac.
"We won't tell Master Hwang," Jiyong and Seungri whispered in unison. The glee outlining their features was, to be completely honest, terrifying. "Promise!"
Seunghyun groaned.
8. Baby Fic (5&9)
Chae Yeon;Jiyong
Jiyong is ridiculous.
“And don’t let him drink, okay? You don’t wanna know what happens when he’s drunk. It’s actually kinda disgusting and funny but-”
Correction: Jiyong is ridiculous and maybe a little bit crazy. Chae Yeon watches in amusement as Jiyong lapses into another monologue (that mostly consists of mumbled half-sentences) and mentally counts how long this one will take.
She’s up to seventy one when Seungri finally runs out of his bedroom, exclaiming, “I’m ready!” He instantly replaces the large grin he reserves for Chae Yeon with an accusatory scowl when he turns to Jiyong. “Have you been telling noona weird things?”
Jiyong bristles and crosses his arms, petulance etched into the lines on his face. “No.”
Chae Yeon grins, daintily makes her way toward the door. “Hyung is worried about you, that’s all.”
“He’s just jealous,” Seungri huffs and his smile is all sugar and caramel when he opens the door for Chae Yeon. “Just ignore him, noona.”
The door closes behind them, but not before Jiyong hears Chae Yeon’s voice snaps like whiplash through the crack.
“Seungri yah, I’m not sure who he’s jealous at.”
Jiyong presses a cushion to his face and screams.
9. Dark (2&8)
Jonghyun;Minwoo
The hospital room is bleached white white white everywhere, the tangible smell of antiseptic in the air and soft murmurs of jargons too technical to be understood. Jonghyun listens when he isn’t sleeping and he picks up some of the nurses’ names, even a doctor or two. They come to him at designated hours, clockwork in their precision and he finds ways to say thanks without actually saying it.
They say his voice will return. They’ve been saying that for thirty days now and he fingerspells ‘thank you’ to the nurse with the sweetest smile (Jessica, his mind supplies).
“Your vocal cords are healed but-”
There’s a scar right around his neck. Like a necklace but isn’t as pretty.
“Maybe if you try harder-”
He doesn’t tell them that he’s getting very proficient at Morse code. The old man who occupies the bed next to him used to be in the Army and they tap secret messages back and forth after lights off every night.
“From the early diagnose, we can’t tell-”
The old man goes for a surgery but doesn’t return. Jonghyun taps thank you and goodbye and some time past midnight, he hears vague taps in response. He stays curled underneath his blanket until it’s morning and someone moves into the empty bed.
Jonghyun greets Minwoo with a quiet grin amidst the noisy downpour outside.
Minwoo has a broken leg, metal pins jutting out in concise grid and he confesses to Jonghyun that he’s a dancer. Jonghyun laughs soundlessly and he gestures at Minwoo enough to say ‘yeah and I’m a singer who can no longer sing, funny huh?’. Minwoo takes it in strides and asks one of the nurses for markers and a sketch pad because he doesn’t know enough sign language to keep a conversation going.
jonghyun is the first thing Minwoo learns. Jonghyun learns more because he doesn’t speak, only listen and he listens for hours. He listens until his mind is too full of Minwoo’s voice.
Jonghyun wheels Minwoo around when it doesn’t rain. He points out his favourite tree, that rose bush just behind the morgue and the boy who has cancer, who lives alone in a room on the third floor. Minwoo’s friends come to visit every Sunday, with enough laughter and noise to fill the empty space of the other six days. Minwoo talks and is talked to, and Jonghyun spends his Sundays in the library in stifling silence. He reads books about love lost and found and learns that one needs a voice to say I love you.
Jonghyun has a collection of markers in different colours and a spiralbound of white papers.
He wonders if it’s enough.
They pull the pins out of Minwoo’s leg and he graduates to a crutch, hobbling around the room enthusiastically. He begins talking about being discharged, about dancefloors in glittery clubs and the deafening cheers of a crowd. Jonghyun nods, fingers his necklace that isn’t a necklace and thinks of recording studios for the first time in over a month.
Forty two days and Jonghyun tries to say don’t go when Minwoo packs his bag.
Minwoo only hears his silence.
“I’ll be back.”
no, you won’t.
“I promise.”
liar.
Jonghyun screams.
10. Romance (4&7)
Yunho;Junsu
The dance studio hums with a slow ballad, the twine of violin and piano weaving in between mirrors and polished floor. Yunho carefully positions his hands, checks his posture because this is not his usual fare of hard-hitting beats. He feels like a trainee all over again and Yunho closes his eyes to concentrate on swaying to the music.
Step. Step. Turn. Step. Twirl.
Until the door clicks open and Yunho finds his hands pressed against warm skin instead of empty air. He doesn't miss a step and they move in unison.
Step. Turn. Step. Step. Turn.
"Why are you suddenly interested in waltz?"
Yunho smiles into the darkness, at the fingertips over his eyelashes. "It's different."
"How so?"
"I can hold you close." His hands rest on the curves he's known better than his own name. Closer. He counts their synchronised heartbeats, perfectly aligned with the music. Waltz is slow, beautifully-languid and Yunho wants to avoid crashing at breakneck speed as long as he can. "Let's stay like this forever."
Laughter echoes along the slides of their bare feet, the thrum of electricity in the air. Yunho keeps his eyes closed even when soft lips murmurs softer words into the curl of his mouth. He remembers the taste of Junsu’s smiles, always will.
"Sounds like a plan."
Yunho carves the memory of this moment into a hidden, little niche in his heart. Revisits it even after the music stops, after the dancing studio grows silent and dark.
Even after they have both decided to let go.
11. Deathfic (2&3)
Jonghyun;Kikwang
So. You figured that you're dead when you woke up upside down, floating around the hospital ward.
(it didn't hurt, not that you remembered but you had been sleeping and you considered yourself lucky - there were worse ways to die than wasting away in a coma.)
It's awkward, being dead. You're lighter than air, slightly translucent (you could see right through your hand and that freaked you out the first time) but were solid enough to bump your head on the ceiling and the wall and everything. (that hurt a lot and you wondered why they were so many pointy objects around the ward; were these people trying to kill you twice?). You were trying to avoid crashing into the IV drip when the door banged open, followed by a cacophony of sound that could wake up the dead. (ha.ha.ha).
There were people around your (once?) bed and you clutched at the curtain as you watched your mother sob over your physical body, her cries increasingly louder until your father pried her from the bedside. He wasn't crying and you could've hated him for that, but you saw your mother's tears and was thankful he didn't love you as much.
SAD, ISN'T IT.
Your heart would've stopped if it could (oh, stop with the dead people jokes already) and you turned to see a grinning face surrounded by a shroud of black fabric floating beside you. You didn't see the scythe but you've read enough, knew enough to be apprehensive.
are you a... reaper? The grin widened. It wore the disguise of a young man about your age, blonde hair streaking out under oversized hood and you don't think reapers are allowed to look so cheerful. are you here to take me away?
WELL. YOU ARE DEAD, YOU KNOW. NO USE HANGING AROUND. Your mother's sobs grew fainter and you stared at the reaper until the sound subsided into murmurs as they filed out of the room, ushered by grim-faced nurses and a doctor with useless apologies. UNLESS YOU'D RATHER BE A GHOST. OR A PHANTOM BODYGUARD, SINCE YOU'VE GOT A NICE BUILT GOING ON THERE, LEE KIKWANG. THEN WE NEED DIFFERENT PAPERWORKS FOR THAT AND I DON'T THINK I HAVE THEM ON ME RIGHT NOW. YOU DON'T MIND WAITING, DO YOU, IF I HAVE TO GO BACK AND GET THEM?
You tried to wrap your head around the oddly bureauractic turn this conversation had taken and decided that the afterworld was a bizarre place to be. um. but what's the advantage of being a ghost as compared to...what i am right now?
The reaper's face lit up and it shifted into what you could only assume as a more comfortable position to explain the intricate details of their negotiation. LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF FIRST, OKAY? I'M JONGHYUN AND YOU CAN CALL ME JJONG. NOW, THE FIRST PACKAGE THAT WE HAVE-"
It was, as you would have recalled hundreds of years and an eternity of Jonghyun's chatter later, your initiation into the complicated (and often amusingly dangerous) world of occult trades.
And you didn't think that you could've cut a better deal.
12. AU (8&9)
Minwoo;Jiyong
When Seungri presses the ‘play’ button, Minwoo blinks as a stream of beats floods the dancing studio and envelops them in a carefully-constructed world of cacophony. It’s lurid and coy, designed to shove and pull at the same time and he is more than a little intrigued. Minwoo glances at Seungri, who seems both absorbed and distracted, the shadows underneath his eyes more pronounced than ever.
“This doesn’t sound like the usual dj,” Minwoo comments as the music lulls to a stop and he picks the cd out, scrutinises its surface. Unmarred except for a ‘gd’ marker-scribbled in haste. “New guy?”
Seungri steals a water bottle from Minwoo’s bag. “Someone I met at the club. Have you seen Dongwan hyung? I want him to show me those moves he did last night.”
Minwoo doesn’t push and he allows Seungri to disappear into the changing room to try and track down Dongwan. Minwoo doesn’t miss the glance Seungri slants at the door, puzzles over it for a few minutes until heavy footsteps displace the silence Seungri leaves behind. Minwoo sees the oversized sweater, skinny jeans and flashy Doc Marten, a large headphone wrapped around skinny neck and realises this must be ‘gd’.
Trust Seungri to attract the wild animals of the concrete jungle.
“Can I help you?” Minwoo asks and scrutinises the boy closer. He’s almost amused at the half-bald spiked hair look. “This is a private studio and we’re in the middle of practice.”
Minwoo expects arrogance but the boy is surprisingly polite when he says, “Sorry to disturb you but I’m looking for someone. Guy, short hair, eyes like a panda? I saw him walk in maybe ten minutes ago.”
“Yeah?” Minwoo doesn’t want any trouble on his turf, especially when it involves Seungri. Because Seungri is his (responsibility). “What do you want with him?”
The boy raises an eyebrow, probably hears the hint of hostility in Minwoo’s voice. “Hey, I just wanna talk. Who are you anyway?”
“Isn’t it good manners that you give me your name before asking mine?”
“Jiyong,” the boy snaps and his eyes dart to the cd in Minwoo’s hand. “And that’s mine.”
Minwoo grins. “GD, huh?”
“Yeah. I gave that to Panda. Why is it with you?”
“He gave it to me, of course.” He places the cd on top of the player and picks up a towel. Minwoo sees the glimmer of their reflection on the mirrors, Jiyong’s flashy accessories glittering in the half-light. “Why are you so interested in him?”
Jiyong shifts, uneasy at the question. “Look, I just wanna see him. And talk. If he’s not around, can you just- uh. Pass him a message? I’ve got my phone number here-”
There’s something in Jiyong’s almost-desperate eagerness that stops Minwoo from kicking him out of the studio then and there. He watches quietly as Jiyong fumbles with a pen, writes down numbers onto a strip of pristine white and a short note, probably some pretty little words of persuasion. Jiyong scowls at the note for a second, before he cuts across the distance between them in a few heartbeats. The paper is folded in half.
“Make sure Panda gets it, please?”
“Seungri.” Minwoo smiles at the startled look on Jiyong’s face and he snatches the paper from slack fingers. “His name is Seungri.”
“... I’ll remember that. Thanks.”
Jiyong grins at Minwoo on his way out, the clatters of his footsteps echoing long after he’s gone. The piece of paper burns in Minwoo’s fingers and when he hands it over to Seungri after practice, he sees the twitch of a grin, the lit eyes on that young face he hasn’t seen outside of a dance competition.
Minwoo realises that Jiyong might be something that Seungri needs to survive the city.
Minwoo realises that he doesn’t like the taste of uninvited revelations.
13. Dark (4&3)
Yunho;Kikwang
When Kikwang finally meets Yunho, that charismatic leader of the great DBSK, he learns one valuable thing-
Stars don’t shine forever.
“You’re from BEAST?” Yunho asks above the clicks and flashes of cameras. The hollow of his cheeks, the underside of his eyes are painted in shadows. This isn’t the same person Kikwang sees strutting on the stage minutes before and he might be a little bit confused. “You guys are doing well lately. Congratulations on winning the Mutizen.”
Kikwang bows, remembers to be polite and keep his distance. The crowd moves in one gigantic cheer. “I really enjoyed your solo, hyung.”
Yunho takes a second to react and his laugh is anything but warm. He runs a hand through short, cropped hair dyed as dark as his eyes. He mumbles, “Wish I’m enjoying it,” under his breath and Kikwang catches it only because he’s standing closer, the crowd pressing tighter.
Kikwang looks and he sees. Empty space, emptier smiles. Yunho is a machine without all the crucial cogs, functioning out of necessity alone.
Someone shouted something, penetrates through the noise and Yunho cocks his head, listening.
“Gotta run,” he says after a second. His eyes glitter and gloss over. “You know, if BEAST- ”
Kikwang nods when Yunho hesitates, because he understands solitude only too well. “Please take care, hyung.”
Yunho disappears with a grateful half-smile, a firm squeeze on Kikwang’s forearm and Kikwang breathes in the darkness for a minute before he makes his way to where the rest of his bandmates stand waiting. He grins at the question in Yoseob’s eyes and Junhyung’s impatient scowl. Hyunseung and Dongwoon press at his sides and Doojoon watches them with the benign grace of a leader.
Kikwang won’t let this go. Not in this lifetime.
14. Threesome (5&7&1)
Chae Yeon;Junsu;Seungri
WELCOME TO CHATROOM #121208.
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~*dolphin*~: noona! it's been quite a while!
sexyqueen: ^^ how are you?
~*dolphin*~: busy busy and skdfjk3^72&2sfajkds
sexyqueen: ??
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iluvlegos: NOONAAAA~~ <333
sexyqueen: keke hello? ^^
iluvlegos: DO YOU REMEMBER ME?? IT'S SEUNGRI~~
iluvlegos: HYUNG IS SO MEAN HE DOESN'T TELL ME HE'S CHATTING WITH NOONA ;___;
iluvlegos: NOONA I WANTED TO TELL YOU YOU LOOK GREAT :DDDD LET ME DANCE FOR YOU AGAIN
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sexyqueen: thank you~~ <3 are you hanging out with junsu?
iluvlegos: YES. :D
~*dolphin*~: NO.
sexyqueen: ?? yes? no? playing around right now? keke~
~*dolphin*~: don't believe him! yah! get off right now!
iluvlegos: HYUNG WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN
iluvlegos: I'LL TELL YUNHO-HYUNG YOU STOLE SOME OF HIS COINS LAST WEEK >:(
sexyqueen: you guys are close?? ahhh i'm so jealous~
~*dolphin*~: seungri is a creepy stalker. don't be jealous!
~*dolphin*~: let's get closer too, okay?? ^^
iluvlegos: ;___________;
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sexyqueen: hm? seungri?? ahhhh he's gone?
~*dolphin*~: don't worry haha he's sulking.
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iluvlegos: HYUNG I HATE YOU.
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sexyqueen: i think he's angry? ><;;
~*dolphin*~: um. i'll txt you later okay, noona. take care~ <3
sexyqueen: kk. say hi to seungri for me. let's go for a drink!
~*dolphin*~: yes! see you!
sexyqueen: xoxo
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sexyqueen: are they dating keke~ ^^ ahhhhh~
sexyqueen: i want to date too!
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gee_doragon: YAH MAKNAE YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK IN YG
gee_doragon: AND STOP HANGING OUT WITH DBSK FOR FUCK’S SAKE
gee_doragon: and get me some coffee on your way back k
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15. Amnesia (2&10)
Jonghyun;Seunghyun
Seunghyun finds it hilarious.
Seungri grunts something rude and glares at Seunghyun. “Hyung, just look after him for a bit. I’ll be back with Kibum, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“And don’t say anything stupid. He might believe it.”
“Maknae, stop bitching and get your ass in gear.”
Seungri knows a lot of rude words, doesn’t spare any as he shrugs on a coat and gives the occupant on the couch an awkward pat on the shoulder. “You stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”
Jonghyun nods with a curiously resigned look in his eyes.
Seunghyun’s grin can only be considered obscene. Seungri glares some more before he reluctantly heads out. The door crashes and it’s five minutes before Seunghyun deems it to be safe to drop beside Jonghyun on the couch.
Jonghyun stares at Seunghyun.
“So,” Seunghyun begins. “You really can’t remember anything, huh?”
“He told me not to talk to you.” The clock ticks and the staring continues. Jonghyun eventually shrugs. “But what the hell. Yeah, I don’t remember shit.”
Seunghyun exhales slowly and the gravity of the situation seems to finally dawn into him. But then again, it’s a slow Saturday night and Seunghyun is stuck babysitting a SHINee kid. Might as well reap the benefits of his sacrifice. “What were you guys doing?”
“Who?”
“You and Seungri.” At the confusion on Jonghyun’s face, Seunghyun adds, “The guy who left.”
“Oh. We were having sex.”
Seunghyun nearly falls off the couch.
“And some giant lego monsters fell off the top shelves, I lost my balance and hit my head on the bedside table.” Jonghyun frowns at the television. “At least, that’s what he told me.”
“That’s-”
“Ridiculous, I know.” The frown darkens. “Who plays with legos anymore?”
Seunghyun slaps a palm against his face and sighs. “I was going for too much information but yeah. Ridiculous works too.”
The next few minutes are spent in uncomfortable silence, mostly on Seunghyun’s part as he doesn’t really know what to do with the new knowledge that he has gained. As well as the mental image of Seungri’s lego monsters attacking people mid-copulation. He is so pre-occupied with his dismay that he realises too late that Jonghyun is staring at him in intense concentration. Dread and alarm screams at the back of Seunghyun’s head.
“What?”
“I was just wondering... Did we have sex too? You’re pretty hot.”
Seunghyun prays for Seungri’s very, very swift return.
16. Hurt and Comfort (8&6)
Minwoo/Tablo
Tablo wasn't kidding when he said he had a history of depression. History also had the habit of repeating itself in the most unfortunate of times, as Minwoo soon realised.
"It's unfair," came the whine, slurred from the copious amount of soju that had been consumed and Minwoo cringed. Tablo's head made acquaintance with the bartop with a dull thud. "Unfaaaair."
"Yes, yes." He had meant it to sound soothing but to be honest, Minwoo didn't give a fuck. He didn't even know how he ended up accompanying Tablo and how long did Mithra need in the bathroom anyway? "It'll be okay. She's just... uh. It won't last long. Don't worry about it."
Tablo shot him an incredulous look, the effect ruined by his bloodshot eyes. "How do you know. You're not even married."
Minwoo rolled his eyes, resisted the urge to stuff peanuts into Tablo's mouth and signalled the bartender for another shot.
"It's been two months!" An elbow nearly poked his eyes out and Minwoo was only saved from possible disfigurement by his reflex. Tablo didn't even look apologetic, that bastard. "This should be considered criminal!"
"Dude." Minwoo scowled. "Refusing to have sex with you because she's tired from taking care of your kid will never be considered criminal."
Tablo frowned at his cup of soju. And then declared, with the cheerfulness of a funeral procession, "Two months."
"...Shut up or I'll call your wife."
17. Crack (9&4)
Jiyong;Yunho
"So." Jiyong raises an eyebrow.
"So?" Yunho presses his lips into a thin line.
The cafe rattles as a mini storm rages outside, knocking debris and the occasional innocent bystanders against its roof. Jiyong's coffee has long since given up on being respectably hot and is by then disgustingly lukewarm when he takes a sip. Jiyong makes a Face. "You know Seungri's underage, right?"
"Yes." Yunho flicks the crumbs of his half-eaten croissant into Jiyong's side of the table, which earned him a warning glare. "But he's the one who started it."
"I don't care." Some sort of a siren goes off in the distance and Jiyong is sulking. Yunho decides in 0.3 second that Jiyong has the emotional maturity of a thirteen years old girl. "Tell that paedophile of yours to back off asap."
"Junsu isn't a paedophile," Yunho snaps back, more out of habit than actual faith. He has seen the text messages exchanged between Junsu and Seungri and if he reads another 'i heart you, hyung~' in the near future, he's going to implode in disgust. "Seungri started it, he's ending it. And that's final."
Jiyong purses his lips and makes another Face. "It was just a ridiculous crush. And Junsu didn't have to take it seriously in the first place."
"Seungri made a love confession on air!"
"He's expressing admiration. Not love."
Yunho mentally calculates the amount of damage his reputation will suffer if some fans happen to post a picture of him 'accidentally' punching Jiyong. Manager-hyung will probably kill him. Damn. Yunho flexes his fingers and nibbles on the rest of his croissant instead. "You're an idiot," he declares after a moment of contemplation, flicking more crumbs at Jiyong. It's petty revenge but he'll take what he can get.
Jiyong's Face contorts. "I'm a genius fashionista, thankyouverymuch."
Yunho eyes Jiyong's furry sweater and pink, acid-washed jeans. "Right."
Jiyong glares at Yunho. Yunho glares back.
Someone screams in the distance and the wind howls louder. The cafe owner shifts in his position behind the counter, looks slightly worried at the hostile atmosphere that doesn't have anything to do with the storm wrecking havoc outside of his little establishment. He really should've listened to his instinct and closed shop early that day - idols are never good news when they walk the extra mile for privacy.
The owner exhales slowly and sets up another game of solitaire on the computer.
It's going to be a long day.
18. Genderswap (1&6)
Seungri;Tablo
"You're one fugly chick."
Seungri scowls. "At least I don't look like someone punched my face in."
"And bitchy too." Tablo arranges his oversized t-shirt around the lumps on his chest and pokes at them unhappily. His nether region feels depressingly empty and Tablo tries not to think about what has replaced his dick down there. "This is fucking ridiculous."
"This isn't ridiculous; it's crazy!" The trash can squeaks when Seungri kicks it. "I've got a date tonight!"
"I don't think your noonas will be impressed if you turn up like that." Tablo eyes Seungri, torn between feeling annoyed and amused and damn his nipples are distracting when they rub against the t-shirt like that.
"Of cour- Wait. If I'm a girl but I still like girls..." Seungri's face twists into a look of pure horror and his voice is oddly high-pitched when he exclaims, "Does that make me a lesbian?!"
Tablo sighs. And wonders why Seungri is worrying over his suddenly-warped sexual orientation when they should be trying to get their respective dicks back and forget this has ever happened.
Especially before their bodies decided to go through the mess that is menstrual cycle.
Stupid kid.
19. First time (2&7)
Jonghyun;Junsu
The condom doesn't fit Junsu's dick.
Jonghyun presses his face into a pillow and tries to suffocate himself before he dies from an overdose of giggles.
"This is...uh." Junsu carefully pulls at the sheet of latex and tries to smooth it over his dick. Again. It's not working. Again. "I'm- I mean. This has never- Jjong, stop laughing."
"B-but hyung." It's distracting to have Jonghyun squirming between his legs, eyes lit up with amusement and Junsu (and his dick) twitches at the sight. "You're unbelievable!"
Junsu digs his fingers into the groove just above Jonghyun's hip. "That better be a compliment."
"Stoppit, hyung! That tickles!"
Jonghyun's squirms turn into a full-out struggle once Junsu starts tickling for good and they roll around the bed, wrapped in crumpled linen and breathless laughter.
The condom lay forgotten on the floor. It’s a sad life being a condom.
20. Baby Fic (1)
Seungri
"You're a st-"
"If you say 'strong baby', hyung, I will stab you with this spoon."
Daesung sniggers from somewhere in the living room and Jiyong's pout is so exaggerated, Seungri feels like stabbing him anyway. He turns to his bowl of soup instead (because stabbing requires more energy than he’s willing to spend) and glares at the chunks of questionable-looking vegetables floating inside the clear broth.
He hates his life.
“Stop teasing him, Ji,” Youngbae admonishes as he works at the stove. Seungri dreads whatever it is that’s bubbling away in the pot and he wonders why the manager puts Youngbae in charge of cooking for him. Take-outs seem like a more humane option, isn’t it? “He’s still recuperating.”
Seungri quickly exclaims, “Hyung, I feel great!”
“Finish your soup, maknae.”
Seungri just as quickly deflates. “Okay. Right.”
“I’m trying to cheer him up,” Jiyong huffs and he parks his ass in the chair beside Seungri’s. He keeps an eye on the spoon laying next to the bowl, just in case. “He’s so gloomy lately.”
Seungri slowly shifts to glare at Jiyong. “Hyung. How about I cut open your stomach, put you on painkillers for three days and we’ll see how cheerful you can be.”
Youngbae sighs and wipes his hands on the apron. This is exactly why Jiyong was advised against visiting Seungri without the presence of other group members.
“If you do that, make sure he doesn’t bleed too much. I just mopped the floor.”
{END}
>> multi-pairing; gen.
>> pg15. mention of sexual acts?
>> this is not real. seriously. it's not.
>> where fandoms collide and no one comes out without being scarred for life. (accumulative 6501words)
>> fic meme stolen from papersanguine and done not according to the rules at all. there's no word to describe this trainwreck lol.
>> comments are appreciated and loved for infinity!
❝vignettes❞
Step 1: Write down the names of 10 characters.
1.Seungri
2.Jonghyun
3.Kikwang
4.Yunho
5.Chae Yeon
6.Tablo
7.Junsu
8.Minwoo
9.Jiyong
10.Seunghyun
Step 2: Write a fic of around twenty five words for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
As you will very soon find out, I wrote way beyond the word limit. Some of them are pretty lengthy, some not as long. There are weird AUs and situations abound. I'm sorry? :D
1. First Time (4&6)
Yunho;Tablo
You don't really know Tablo, apart from anecdotes Junsu relegates around dinner during the filming for Anyband. (You try not to remember too much; how it feels living with five instead of one, two. Sometimes you forget how to not remember; sometimes you get too good at it). You’ve heard stories however, about a rapper who spins words with the brand of cruel honesty that hides more than it exposes, so you offer Tablo a smile and politely says 'hello'.
Tablo's grin trips some kind of an alarm in your head.
"DBSK, huh?"
You nod and your smile is easy. Mechanical. “I’m a big fan of Epik High.”
“I’m sure you are.” Tablo doesn’t bother masking the sarcasm, you’re too tired to care and he shrugs off your nonexistent concern. The world spins and spins. “So how’s Junsu?”
The question catches you off guard even when you should’ve expected it. You take a second too long and you see his eyebrow quirks. “He’s okay. Busy, I guess.” You don’t tell him about phone calls left unanswered, voice mails in the dozens because it’s not his business. Or anyone else’s.
Tablo opens his mouth and you’re pretty sure that he has an arsenal of sharp words at his disposal. You brace yourself but he simply exhales, says, “That’s good then.”
Something at the back of your mind clicks and clicks at the shift of nuance streamlining his voice. And then you remember. You’ve read, heard, seen it somewhere (from Heechul maybe) and it shouldn’t make you feel better (but it does).
“How’s Tukutz?” You watch his face change and if you’re a spiteful person, you would’ve felt vindicated. But you aren’t, it’s not your mould and your smile dims when his eyes darkens. You don’t stop. “And Mithra?”
You’re both abandoned relics, victims of circumstances and choices. You don’t feel any better even when Tablo shrugs again and turns to walk away, leaves your questions half swallowed by the din of the crowd.
You don’t feel anything when you reach out and grab his wrist, although a bigger part of your conscience registers the beginning of a scowl on his face. “I know a good bar downtown.”
Tablo’s scrutiny lasts two seconds and an eternity but he’s turning towards you instead of away. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”
2. Angst (7)
Junsu
Junsu thinks there are different kinds of goodbye.
He prefers the kind where he can look back and laugh at distant memories, the warm glow of remembrance every time his mind conjures left-behind jokes and lazy Sunday mornings. Of half-spoken words with his fingers trailing scars no longer hidden underneath an inch of makeup and their bodies a part of the same puzzle. Those goodbyes are brief and sweet, with I won’t be long an understanding more than a promise, and his returns greeted with slow, sweet kisses.
The other kind hurts like a sharp ache in his heart. Those goodbyes said in anger and frustration, when neither of them has control over their vicious, little tongues after too many sleepless nights spent back and forth between continents. It’s a goodbye tried, tested and regretted, because it leaves wounds that scar in places he can’t see, can’t reach. The goodbye demands apologies in lyrics never to be published, sung in whispers framed by darkness and fleeting touches but it is always forgiven (if not forgotten).
Then. There’s the kind that is left unsaid, acidic at the back of his throat and eats him inside out. The goodbye that lashes out with eyes widened with hurt and confusion, that screams without being heard and festers worse with each unanswered phone calls and deleted voice mails. It’s a goodbye marked with a chasm of silence in between and silence kills. Slow and cruel, but with the surety of an inevitability.
Junsu thinks there are different kinds of goodbye. And he says them enough to know the differences don’t really count.
Goodbyes are goodbyes after all.
3. AU (1&8)
Seungri;Minwoo
They met in a dance competition in Seoul, each armed with a pretty lady wearing cut-glass smiles and stilettos sharp enough to be considered lethal. Minwoo learnt that the young upstart was called Seungri and he found it ironic when Seungri didn't win. He didn't win either but then again, his name wasn't Seungri.
"Is this your first time here?"
Seungri swiped a hand over the glistening trail of water on his lips and considered the question for a few seconds. There were dark creases under his eyes and Minwoo wondered if Seungri spent his nights dancing away like shadows. "Yes."
"You did good." The changing room was deserted, because every one else was too busy celebrating and popping champagnes. Minwoo smiled at the frown on Seungri's face - he probably sounded too patronising. "Are you local?"
"I'm from Gwangju," Seungri said and stuffed his water bottle inside a duffel bag, grabbed a cap off its hook. His stage outfit had been replaced with a faded green tee that read ACDC and loose jeans. Minwoo realised for the first time that Seungri couldn't have been older than sixteen. "Look, I don't mean to be rude but I'm gonna miss my bus so..."
Minwoo grinned. "Why not stay another day and I'll show you around town?"
"I don't think that's a good idea-"
"And I know most of the dance crews."
Minwoo knew he had won when Seungri hesitated.
"I think some of them are even recruiting."
Hook. Line. Sinker.
4. Threesome (3&6&9)
Kikwang;Tablo;Jiyong
"I've got a wife," Tablo stiffly said.
Kikwang crossed his arms over his ample chest and leaned back into the chair. "And I've made it very clear that I watch porn."
"It might be gay porn for all we know," Jiyong pointed out, because he's sharp like that. If he was a crayon, he'd be so sharp other crayons would be jealous of his sharpness.
Tablo snorted. "Yeah, you should know all about gay porn."
"I live with Seungri. He's the connoisseur of gay porn," Jiyong deadpanned. He twirled a strand of hair around his finger and regarded the other two with a look of disdain. "And I'm more insulted that they think I'd sleep with any of you than them thinking I'm gay."
Tablo and Kikwang exchanged A Look.
After a moment of hostile silence, Tablo stated, calm as the eye of a storm, "This is all your fault, Kwon Jiyong."
Jiyong smirked. "Threesome works three ways, guys. Might as well find your inner gays and enjoy the ride."
5. Hurt and Comfort (5&10)
Chae Yeon;Seunghyun
You heard her first before you saw her. Probably because the hallway was shrouded in shadows and you’re in too much of a hurry to notice the slouched figure hidden behind a rack of clothes. You paused, hesitated because you knew you weren’t good at consoling and really, was this any of your business?
But there was another gust of fresh sobs and you turned towards her, made your way as quietly as you could.
You didn’t show your surprise when you saw Chae Yeon noona.
“Noona,” the first syllable made her look up, the second prompted a piece of tissue to appear and dab at her eyes. You came closer. “Are you okay?”
Her voice was an octave lower, a bit hoarser when she said, “What are you doing here, TOP sshi? Are you lost?”
You didn’t tell her that you were late and the manager (and Jiyong) would probably nag for the whole day. “Can’t find the toilet,” you grinned at her. “But I found you instead. Lucky, huh?”
She laughed and straightened up. Her make-up was undisturbed and except for the red of her eyes, no one could tell that she had been crying. She swatted your arm lightly. “You shouldn’t flirt with noona, silly.”
You walked beside her, step by step and away from the shadows, the colour returned to her face. The hallways stretched long and dreary in front of them. “Are you sure you’re okay, noona?”
“Yeah,” she retorted, her eyes snapping up to capture yours. “Don’t tell anyone, alright?”
“But-”
“It’s nothing.” Her smile was bitter when she continued, “When you’re long enough in the industry, people start to forget. But we’ve got to go on, don’t we?”
You don’t say anything, didn’t know what to say and she shook her head. You understood the cruelty of truth and you knew you won’t last forever either. Faint voices rose above the silence, the hallway forked at the end and you knew she would go one way while you would go another. That was just the way it was; your paths weren’t supposed to converge for long.
You placed a hand on her shoulder. The voices grew louder. “But noona, if you won’t forget me then- I won’t forget you too. Deal?”
She stared at you, surprised until the corners of her lips surrendered into a wide smile.
“Silly. How could anyone forget you?”
6. Crack (1)
Seungri
“Yah, maknae. Stop being so annoying. You’re embarrassing Big Bang!”
Cue ripples of laughter from the audience. Cue the cameraman zooming in on your stilted grin, the awkward hunch of your shoulder as you backtrack and try to remember what you did or said seconds ago.
Cue your apologies and you say “hyung, don’t be like that~” as cute as you know how.
You don’t miss your cues. You are Seungri and the audience eat it up like your pain is their pretty-coloured, heart-shaped candies.
Off camera, you see Youngbae hyung giving you that hang in there, okay? look he reserves for you and you alone, while Seunghyun hyung and Daesung hyung quickly start a joke that doesn’t really have a punch line (and isn’t really funny, to be honest). Jiyong hyung’s smile is triumphant when he looks at you and he rests a hand on your thigh while the host chatters happily away.
Sometimes, Jiyong hyung forgets that you are not indestructible and he says things you wish he doesn’t. It puzzles you, because they aren’t the same things he whispers to you when he sits on your bed at midnights and you want to ask him questions why why why. You don’t say anything and he says every(all the wrong)thing.
Cue Daesung showing off his muscular arm and the camera misses Jiyong hyung’s fingers brushing against your cheek.
You don’t tell him his touch stings more than comfort but if the world can forgive Jiyong hyung for his eccentricities, surely you can do the same.
It’s okay if your heart cracks bits by tiny bits; you live with imperfections all the time.
It’s okay because the camera will never catch it.
7. Horror (10)
Seunghyun
"Why are we here?"
Seunghyun squinted suspiciously at Jiyong and Seungri, who had identical grins plastered onto their faces. It was never good when these two were up to something and Seunghyun was left in the dark. (It's okay if he was notified beforehand, so he could either 1. join in the fun or 2. hide in Youngbae's room). The last time that happened, Seunghyun had developed a tragic fear for broccolis.
"Ah, hyung~" And Seungri's using his 'cute maknae' voice, which only served to amplify Seunghyun's suspicion. He tried to backtrack but Jiyong had covered the only exit. Damn. "We're doing this for you, you know?"
"Still doesn't explain why we're here," Seunghyun gritted out and carefully shielded his eyes from sunlight bouncing off garish colours. "I thought we have an interview soon?"
"That can wait," Jiyong chirped somewhere behind him and Seungri sniggered. "You've lost a lot of weight recently, hyung. Filming stressing you out, huh?"
Seunghyun wanted to point out that Jiyong was the one who was deliberately starving himself just to fit into girl dresses so why the fuck are they worrying about him but he was distracted by the shiny, painted face of Ronald McDonald and a large canvas touting the greatness that was Big Mac.
"We won't tell Master Hwang," Jiyong and Seungri whispered in unison. The glee outlining their features was, to be completely honest, terrifying. "Promise!"
Seunghyun groaned.
8. Baby Fic (5&9)
Chae Yeon;Jiyong
Jiyong is ridiculous.
“And don’t let him drink, okay? You don’t wanna know what happens when he’s drunk. It’s actually kinda disgusting and funny but-”
Correction: Jiyong is ridiculous and maybe a little bit crazy. Chae Yeon watches in amusement as Jiyong lapses into another monologue (that mostly consists of mumbled half-sentences) and mentally counts how long this one will take.
She’s up to seventy one when Seungri finally runs out of his bedroom, exclaiming, “I’m ready!” He instantly replaces the large grin he reserves for Chae Yeon with an accusatory scowl when he turns to Jiyong. “Have you been telling noona weird things?”
Jiyong bristles and crosses his arms, petulance etched into the lines on his face. “No.”
Chae Yeon grins, daintily makes her way toward the door. “Hyung is worried about you, that’s all.”
“He’s just jealous,” Seungri huffs and his smile is all sugar and caramel when he opens the door for Chae Yeon. “Just ignore him, noona.”
The door closes behind them, but not before Jiyong hears Chae Yeon’s voice snaps like whiplash through the crack.
“Seungri yah, I’m not sure who he’s jealous at.”
Jiyong presses a cushion to his face and screams.
9. Dark (2&8)
Jonghyun;Minwoo
The hospital room is bleached white white white everywhere, the tangible smell of antiseptic in the air and soft murmurs of jargons too technical to be understood. Jonghyun listens when he isn’t sleeping and he picks up some of the nurses’ names, even a doctor or two. They come to him at designated hours, clockwork in their precision and he finds ways to say thanks without actually saying it.
They say his voice will return. They’ve been saying that for thirty days now and he fingerspells ‘thank you’ to the nurse with the sweetest smile (Jessica, his mind supplies).
“Your vocal cords are healed but-”
There’s a scar right around his neck. Like a necklace but isn’t as pretty.
“Maybe if you try harder-”
He doesn’t tell them that he’s getting very proficient at Morse code. The old man who occupies the bed next to him used to be in the Army and they tap secret messages back and forth after lights off every night.
“From the early diagnose, we can’t tell-”
The old man goes for a surgery but doesn’t return. Jonghyun taps thank you and goodbye and some time past midnight, he hears vague taps in response. He stays curled underneath his blanket until it’s morning and someone moves into the empty bed.
Jonghyun greets Minwoo with a quiet grin amidst the noisy downpour outside.
Minwoo has a broken leg, metal pins jutting out in concise grid and he confesses to Jonghyun that he’s a dancer. Jonghyun laughs soundlessly and he gestures at Minwoo enough to say ‘yeah and I’m a singer who can no longer sing, funny huh?’. Minwoo takes it in strides and asks one of the nurses for markers and a sketch pad because he doesn’t know enough sign language to keep a conversation going.
jonghyun is the first thing Minwoo learns. Jonghyun learns more because he doesn’t speak, only listen and he listens for hours. He listens until his mind is too full of Minwoo’s voice.
Jonghyun wheels Minwoo around when it doesn’t rain. He points out his favourite tree, that rose bush just behind the morgue and the boy who has cancer, who lives alone in a room on the third floor. Minwoo’s friends come to visit every Sunday, with enough laughter and noise to fill the empty space of the other six days. Minwoo talks and is talked to, and Jonghyun spends his Sundays in the library in stifling silence. He reads books about love lost and found and learns that one needs a voice to say I love you.
Jonghyun has a collection of markers in different colours and a spiralbound of white papers.
He wonders if it’s enough.
They pull the pins out of Minwoo’s leg and he graduates to a crutch, hobbling around the room enthusiastically. He begins talking about being discharged, about dancefloors in glittery clubs and the deafening cheers of a crowd. Jonghyun nods, fingers his necklace that isn’t a necklace and thinks of recording studios for the first time in over a month.
Forty two days and Jonghyun tries to say don’t go when Minwoo packs his bag.
Minwoo only hears his silence.
“I’ll be back.”
no, you won’t.
“I promise.”
liar.
Jonghyun screams.
10. Romance (4&7)
Yunho;Junsu
The dance studio hums with a slow ballad, the twine of violin and piano weaving in between mirrors and polished floor. Yunho carefully positions his hands, checks his posture because this is not his usual fare of hard-hitting beats. He feels like a trainee all over again and Yunho closes his eyes to concentrate on swaying to the music.
Step. Step. Turn. Step. Twirl.
Until the door clicks open and Yunho finds his hands pressed against warm skin instead of empty air. He doesn't miss a step and they move in unison.
Step. Turn. Step. Step. Turn.
"Why are you suddenly interested in waltz?"
Yunho smiles into the darkness, at the fingertips over his eyelashes. "It's different."
"How so?"
"I can hold you close." His hands rest on the curves he's known better than his own name. Closer. He counts their synchronised heartbeats, perfectly aligned with the music. Waltz is slow, beautifully-languid and Yunho wants to avoid crashing at breakneck speed as long as he can. "Let's stay like this forever."
Laughter echoes along the slides of their bare feet, the thrum of electricity in the air. Yunho keeps his eyes closed even when soft lips murmurs softer words into the curl of his mouth. He remembers the taste of Junsu’s smiles, always will.
"Sounds like a plan."
Yunho carves the memory of this moment into a hidden, little niche in his heart. Revisits it even after the music stops, after the dancing studio grows silent and dark.
Even after they have both decided to let go.
11. Deathfic (2&3)
Jonghyun;Kikwang
So. You figured that you're dead when you woke up upside down, floating around the hospital ward.
(it didn't hurt, not that you remembered but you had been sleeping and you considered yourself lucky - there were worse ways to die than wasting away in a coma.)
It's awkward, being dead. You're lighter than air, slightly translucent (you could see right through your hand and that freaked you out the first time) but were solid enough to bump your head on the ceiling and the wall and everything. (that hurt a lot and you wondered why they were so many pointy objects around the ward; were these people trying to kill you twice?). You were trying to avoid crashing into the IV drip when the door banged open, followed by a cacophony of sound that could wake up the dead. (ha.ha.ha).
There were people around your (once?) bed and you clutched at the curtain as you watched your mother sob over your physical body, her cries increasingly louder until your father pried her from the bedside. He wasn't crying and you could've hated him for that, but you saw your mother's tears and was thankful he didn't love you as much.
SAD, ISN'T IT.
Your heart would've stopped if it could (oh, stop with the dead people jokes already) and you turned to see a grinning face surrounded by a shroud of black fabric floating beside you. You didn't see the scythe but you've read enough, knew enough to be apprehensive.
are you a... reaper? The grin widened. It wore the disguise of a young man about your age, blonde hair streaking out under oversized hood and you don't think reapers are allowed to look so cheerful. are you here to take me away?
WELL. YOU ARE DEAD, YOU KNOW. NO USE HANGING AROUND. Your mother's sobs grew fainter and you stared at the reaper until the sound subsided into murmurs as they filed out of the room, ushered by grim-faced nurses and a doctor with useless apologies. UNLESS YOU'D RATHER BE A GHOST. OR A PHANTOM BODYGUARD, SINCE YOU'VE GOT A NICE BUILT GOING ON THERE, LEE KIKWANG. THEN WE NEED DIFFERENT PAPERWORKS FOR THAT AND I DON'T THINK I HAVE THEM ON ME RIGHT NOW. YOU DON'T MIND WAITING, DO YOU, IF I HAVE TO GO BACK AND GET THEM?
You tried to wrap your head around the oddly bureauractic turn this conversation had taken and decided that the afterworld was a bizarre place to be. um. but what's the advantage of being a ghost as compared to...what i am right now?
The reaper's face lit up and it shifted into what you could only assume as a more comfortable position to explain the intricate details of their negotiation. LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF FIRST, OKAY? I'M JONGHYUN AND YOU CAN CALL ME JJONG. NOW, THE FIRST PACKAGE THAT WE HAVE-"
It was, as you would have recalled hundreds of years and an eternity of Jonghyun's chatter later, your initiation into the complicated (and often amusingly dangerous) world of occult trades.
And you didn't think that you could've cut a better deal.
12. AU (8&9)
Minwoo;Jiyong
When Seungri presses the ‘play’ button, Minwoo blinks as a stream of beats floods the dancing studio and envelops them in a carefully-constructed world of cacophony. It’s lurid and coy, designed to shove and pull at the same time and he is more than a little intrigued. Minwoo glances at Seungri, who seems both absorbed and distracted, the shadows underneath his eyes more pronounced than ever.
“This doesn’t sound like the usual dj,” Minwoo comments as the music lulls to a stop and he picks the cd out, scrutinises its surface. Unmarred except for a ‘gd’ marker-scribbled in haste. “New guy?”
Seungri steals a water bottle from Minwoo’s bag. “Someone I met at the club. Have you seen Dongwan hyung? I want him to show me those moves he did last night.”
Minwoo doesn’t push and he allows Seungri to disappear into the changing room to try and track down Dongwan. Minwoo doesn’t miss the glance Seungri slants at the door, puzzles over it for a few minutes until heavy footsteps displace the silence Seungri leaves behind. Minwoo sees the oversized sweater, skinny jeans and flashy Doc Marten, a large headphone wrapped around skinny neck and realises this must be ‘gd’.
Trust Seungri to attract the wild animals of the concrete jungle.
“Can I help you?” Minwoo asks and scrutinises the boy closer. He’s almost amused at the half-bald spiked hair look. “This is a private studio and we’re in the middle of practice.”
Minwoo expects arrogance but the boy is surprisingly polite when he says, “Sorry to disturb you but I’m looking for someone. Guy, short hair, eyes like a panda? I saw him walk in maybe ten minutes ago.”
“Yeah?” Minwoo doesn’t want any trouble on his turf, especially when it involves Seungri. Because Seungri is his (responsibility). “What do you want with him?”
The boy raises an eyebrow, probably hears the hint of hostility in Minwoo’s voice. “Hey, I just wanna talk. Who are you anyway?”
“Isn’t it good manners that you give me your name before asking mine?”
“Jiyong,” the boy snaps and his eyes dart to the cd in Minwoo’s hand. “And that’s mine.”
Minwoo grins. “GD, huh?”
“Yeah. I gave that to Panda. Why is it with you?”
“He gave it to me, of course.” He places the cd on top of the player and picks up a towel. Minwoo sees the glimmer of their reflection on the mirrors, Jiyong’s flashy accessories glittering in the half-light. “Why are you so interested in him?”
Jiyong shifts, uneasy at the question. “Look, I just wanna see him. And talk. If he’s not around, can you just- uh. Pass him a message? I’ve got my phone number here-”
There’s something in Jiyong’s almost-desperate eagerness that stops Minwoo from kicking him out of the studio then and there. He watches quietly as Jiyong fumbles with a pen, writes down numbers onto a strip of pristine white and a short note, probably some pretty little words of persuasion. Jiyong scowls at the note for a second, before he cuts across the distance between them in a few heartbeats. The paper is folded in half.
“Make sure Panda gets it, please?”
“Seungri.” Minwoo smiles at the startled look on Jiyong’s face and he snatches the paper from slack fingers. “His name is Seungri.”
“... I’ll remember that. Thanks.”
Jiyong grins at Minwoo on his way out, the clatters of his footsteps echoing long after he’s gone. The piece of paper burns in Minwoo’s fingers and when he hands it over to Seungri after practice, he sees the twitch of a grin, the lit eyes on that young face he hasn’t seen outside of a dance competition.
Minwoo realises that Jiyong might be something that Seungri needs to survive the city.
Minwoo realises that he doesn’t like the taste of uninvited revelations.
13. Dark (4&3)
Yunho;Kikwang
When Kikwang finally meets Yunho, that charismatic leader of the great DBSK, he learns one valuable thing-
Stars don’t shine forever.
“You’re from BEAST?” Yunho asks above the clicks and flashes of cameras. The hollow of his cheeks, the underside of his eyes are painted in shadows. This isn’t the same person Kikwang sees strutting on the stage minutes before and he might be a little bit confused. “You guys are doing well lately. Congratulations on winning the Mutizen.”
Kikwang bows, remembers to be polite and keep his distance. The crowd moves in one gigantic cheer. “I really enjoyed your solo, hyung.”
Yunho takes a second to react and his laugh is anything but warm. He runs a hand through short, cropped hair dyed as dark as his eyes. He mumbles, “Wish I’m enjoying it,” under his breath and Kikwang catches it only because he’s standing closer, the crowd pressing tighter.
Kikwang looks and he sees. Empty space, emptier smiles. Yunho is a machine without all the crucial cogs, functioning out of necessity alone.
Someone shouted something, penetrates through the noise and Yunho cocks his head, listening.
“Gotta run,” he says after a second. His eyes glitter and gloss over. “You know, if BEAST- ”
Kikwang nods when Yunho hesitates, because he understands solitude only too well. “Please take care, hyung.”
Yunho disappears with a grateful half-smile, a firm squeeze on Kikwang’s forearm and Kikwang breathes in the darkness for a minute before he makes his way to where the rest of his bandmates stand waiting. He grins at the question in Yoseob’s eyes and Junhyung’s impatient scowl. Hyunseung and Dongwoon press at his sides and Doojoon watches them with the benign grace of a leader.
Kikwang won’t let this go. Not in this lifetime.
14. Threesome (5&7&1)
Chae Yeon;Junsu;Seungri
WELCOME TO CHATROOM #121208.
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~*dolphin*~: noona! it's been quite a while!
sexyqueen: ^^ how are you?
~*dolphin*~: busy busy and skdfjk3^72&2sfajkds
sexyqueen: ??
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iluvlegos: NOONAAAA~~ <333
sexyqueen: keke hello? ^^
iluvlegos: DO YOU REMEMBER ME?? IT'S SEUNGRI~~
iluvlegos: HYUNG IS SO MEAN HE DOESN'T TELL ME HE'S CHATTING WITH NOONA ;___;
iluvlegos: NOONA I WANTED TO TELL YOU YOU LOOK GREAT :DDDD LET ME DANCE FOR YOU AGAIN
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sexyqueen: thank you~~ <3 are you hanging out with junsu?
iluvlegos: YES. :D
~*dolphin*~: NO.
sexyqueen: ?? yes? no? playing around right now? keke~
~*dolphin*~: don't believe him! yah! get off right now!
iluvlegos: HYUNG WHY ARE YOU SO MEAN
iluvlegos: I'LL TELL YUNHO-HYUNG YOU STOLE SOME OF HIS COINS LAST WEEK >:(
sexyqueen: you guys are close?? ahhh i'm so jealous~
~*dolphin*~: seungri is a creepy stalker. don't be jealous!
~*dolphin*~: let's get closer too, okay?? ^^
iluvlegos: ;___________;
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sexyqueen: hm? seungri?? ahhhh he's gone?
~*dolphin*~: don't worry haha he's sulking.
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iluvlegos: HYUNG I HATE YOU.
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sexyqueen: i think he's angry? ><;;
~*dolphin*~: um. i'll txt you later okay, noona. take care~ <3
sexyqueen: kk. say hi to seungri for me. let's go for a drink!
~*dolphin*~: yes! see you!
sexyqueen: xoxo
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sexyqueen: are they dating keke~ ^^ ahhhhh~
sexyqueen: i want to date too!
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gee_doragon: YAH MAKNAE YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK IN YG
gee_doragon: AND STOP HANGING OUT WITH DBSK FOR FUCK’S SAKE
gee_doragon: and get me some coffee on your way back k
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15. Amnesia (2&10)
Jonghyun;Seunghyun
Seunghyun finds it hilarious.
Seungri grunts something rude and glares at Seunghyun. “Hyung, just look after him for a bit. I’ll be back with Kibum, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“And don’t say anything stupid. He might believe it.”
“Maknae, stop bitching and get your ass in gear.”
Seungri knows a lot of rude words, doesn’t spare any as he shrugs on a coat and gives the occupant on the couch an awkward pat on the shoulder. “You stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”
Jonghyun nods with a curiously resigned look in his eyes.
Seunghyun’s grin can only be considered obscene. Seungri glares some more before he reluctantly heads out. The door crashes and it’s five minutes before Seunghyun deems it to be safe to drop beside Jonghyun on the couch.
Jonghyun stares at Seunghyun.
“So,” Seunghyun begins. “You really can’t remember anything, huh?”
“He told me not to talk to you.” The clock ticks and the staring continues. Jonghyun eventually shrugs. “But what the hell. Yeah, I don’t remember shit.”
Seunghyun exhales slowly and the gravity of the situation seems to finally dawn into him. But then again, it’s a slow Saturday night and Seunghyun is stuck babysitting a SHINee kid. Might as well reap the benefits of his sacrifice. “What were you guys doing?”
“Who?”
“You and Seungri.” At the confusion on Jonghyun’s face, Seunghyun adds, “The guy who left.”
“Oh. We were having sex.”
Seunghyun nearly falls off the couch.
“And some giant lego monsters fell off the top shelves, I lost my balance and hit my head on the bedside table.” Jonghyun frowns at the television. “At least, that’s what he told me.”
“That’s-”
“Ridiculous, I know.” The frown darkens. “Who plays with legos anymore?”
Seunghyun slaps a palm against his face and sighs. “I was going for too much information but yeah. Ridiculous works too.”
The next few minutes are spent in uncomfortable silence, mostly on Seunghyun’s part as he doesn’t really know what to do with the new knowledge that he has gained. As well as the mental image of Seungri’s lego monsters attacking people mid-copulation. He is so pre-occupied with his dismay that he realises too late that Jonghyun is staring at him in intense concentration. Dread and alarm screams at the back of Seunghyun’s head.
“What?”
“I was just wondering... Did we have sex too? You’re pretty hot.”
Seunghyun prays for Seungri’s very, very swift return.
16. Hurt and Comfort (8&6)
Minwoo/Tablo
Tablo wasn't kidding when he said he had a history of depression. History also had the habit of repeating itself in the most unfortunate of times, as Minwoo soon realised.
"It's unfair," came the whine, slurred from the copious amount of soju that had been consumed and Minwoo cringed. Tablo's head made acquaintance with the bartop with a dull thud. "Unfaaaair."
"Yes, yes." He had meant it to sound soothing but to be honest, Minwoo didn't give a fuck. He didn't even know how he ended up accompanying Tablo and how long did Mithra need in the bathroom anyway? "It'll be okay. She's just... uh. It won't last long. Don't worry about it."
Tablo shot him an incredulous look, the effect ruined by his bloodshot eyes. "How do you know. You're not even married."
Minwoo rolled his eyes, resisted the urge to stuff peanuts into Tablo's mouth and signalled the bartender for another shot.
"It's been two months!" An elbow nearly poked his eyes out and Minwoo was only saved from possible disfigurement by his reflex. Tablo didn't even look apologetic, that bastard. "This should be considered criminal!"
"Dude." Minwoo scowled. "Refusing to have sex with you because she's tired from taking care of your kid will never be considered criminal."
Tablo frowned at his cup of soju. And then declared, with the cheerfulness of a funeral procession, "Two months."
"...Shut up or I'll call your wife."
17. Crack (9&4)
Jiyong;Yunho
"So." Jiyong raises an eyebrow.
"So?" Yunho presses his lips into a thin line.
The cafe rattles as a mini storm rages outside, knocking debris and the occasional innocent bystanders against its roof. Jiyong's coffee has long since given up on being respectably hot and is by then disgustingly lukewarm when he takes a sip. Jiyong makes a Face. "You know Seungri's underage, right?"
"Yes." Yunho flicks the crumbs of his half-eaten croissant into Jiyong's side of the table, which earned him a warning glare. "But he's the one who started it."
"I don't care." Some sort of a siren goes off in the distance and Jiyong is sulking. Yunho decides in 0.3 second that Jiyong has the emotional maturity of a thirteen years old girl. "Tell that paedophile of yours to back off asap."
"Junsu isn't a paedophile," Yunho snaps back, more out of habit than actual faith. He has seen the text messages exchanged between Junsu and Seungri and if he reads another 'i heart you, hyung~' in the near future, he's going to implode in disgust. "Seungri started it, he's ending it. And that's final."
Jiyong purses his lips and makes another Face. "It was just a ridiculous crush. And Junsu didn't have to take it seriously in the first place."
"Seungri made a love confession on air!"
"He's expressing admiration. Not love."
Yunho mentally calculates the amount of damage his reputation will suffer if some fans happen to post a picture of him 'accidentally' punching Jiyong. Manager-hyung will probably kill him. Damn. Yunho flexes his fingers and nibbles on the rest of his croissant instead. "You're an idiot," he declares after a moment of contemplation, flicking more crumbs at Jiyong. It's petty revenge but he'll take what he can get.
Jiyong's Face contorts. "I'm a genius fashionista, thankyouverymuch."
Yunho eyes Jiyong's furry sweater and pink, acid-washed jeans. "Right."
Jiyong glares at Yunho. Yunho glares back.
Someone screams in the distance and the wind howls louder. The cafe owner shifts in his position behind the counter, looks slightly worried at the hostile atmosphere that doesn't have anything to do with the storm wrecking havoc outside of his little establishment. He really should've listened to his instinct and closed shop early that day - idols are never good news when they walk the extra mile for privacy.
The owner exhales slowly and sets up another game of solitaire on the computer.
It's going to be a long day.
18. Genderswap (1&6)
Seungri;Tablo
"You're one fugly chick."
Seungri scowls. "At least I don't look like someone punched my face in."
"And bitchy too." Tablo arranges his oversized t-shirt around the lumps on his chest and pokes at them unhappily. His nether region feels depressingly empty and Tablo tries not to think about what has replaced his dick down there. "This is fucking ridiculous."
"This isn't ridiculous; it's crazy!" The trash can squeaks when Seungri kicks it. "I've got a date tonight!"
"I don't think your noonas will be impressed if you turn up like that." Tablo eyes Seungri, torn between feeling annoyed and amused and damn his nipples are distracting when they rub against the t-shirt like that.
"Of cour- Wait. If I'm a girl but I still like girls..." Seungri's face twists into a look of pure horror and his voice is oddly high-pitched when he exclaims, "Does that make me a lesbian?!"
Tablo sighs. And wonders why Seungri is worrying over his suddenly-warped sexual orientation when they should be trying to get their respective dicks back and forget this has ever happened.
Especially before their bodies decided to go through the mess that is menstrual cycle.
Stupid kid.
19. First time (2&7)
Jonghyun;Junsu
The condom doesn't fit Junsu's dick.
Jonghyun presses his face into a pillow and tries to suffocate himself before he dies from an overdose of giggles.
"This is...uh." Junsu carefully pulls at the sheet of latex and tries to smooth it over his dick. Again. It's not working. Again. "I'm- I mean. This has never- Jjong, stop laughing."
"B-but hyung." It's distracting to have Jonghyun squirming between his legs, eyes lit up with amusement and Junsu (and his dick) twitches at the sight. "You're unbelievable!"
Junsu digs his fingers into the groove just above Jonghyun's hip. "That better be a compliment."
"Stoppit, hyung! That tickles!"
Jonghyun's squirms turn into a full-out struggle once Junsu starts tickling for good and they roll around the bed, wrapped in crumpled linen and breathless laughter.
The condom lay forgotten on the floor. It’s a sad life being a condom.
20. Baby Fic (1)
Seungri
"You're a st-"
"If you say 'strong baby', hyung, I will stab you with this spoon."
Daesung sniggers from somewhere in the living room and Jiyong's pout is so exaggerated, Seungri feels like stabbing him anyway. He turns to his bowl of soup instead (because stabbing requires more energy than he’s willing to spend) and glares at the chunks of questionable-looking vegetables floating inside the clear broth.
He hates his life.
“Stop teasing him, Ji,” Youngbae admonishes as he works at the stove. Seungri dreads whatever it is that’s bubbling away in the pot and he wonders why the manager puts Youngbae in charge of cooking for him. Take-outs seem like a more humane option, isn’t it? “He’s still recuperating.”
Seungri quickly exclaims, “Hyung, I feel great!”
“Finish your soup, maknae.”
Seungri just as quickly deflates. “Okay. Right.”
“I’m trying to cheer him up,” Jiyong huffs and he parks his ass in the chair beside Seungri’s. He keeps an eye on the spoon laying next to the bowl, just in case. “He’s so gloomy lately.”
Seungri slowly shifts to glare at Jiyong. “Hyung. How about I cut open your stomach, put you on painkillers for three days and we’ll see how cheerful you can be.”
Youngbae sighs and wipes his hands on the apron. This is exactly why Jiyong was advised against visiting Seungri without the presence of other group members.
“If you do that, make sure he doesn’t bleed too much. I just mopped the floor.”
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