Drabbles
Drabble dump; some old, some new (some borrowed, some blue)
Cell mates, EunHae, PG, Fluff/Romance
The boat slowly rocks beneath you're bodies, swaying you with the
waves of the sea. He has his arm around your waist, a gorgeous smile
on his even more gorgeous face. The moon casts beautiful shadows on
the water and your bodies, like a transparent blanket there for the
security more than the warmth. It's the most beautiful night, and you
couldn't be happier to be spending it with him and the moon.
"You know what's so perfect about tonight?" He asks in your ear, a
whisper that bounces off the surface of the crystalline water, and back
to your ears.
"That tomorrow when we wake up we'll have police surrounding us?" You
ask, because you know it was stupid to rob your neighbor's boat. You
can imagine the shock on his face when he sees you took the boat, his
eyebrows reaching his hairline. It was all Donghae's idea, with him
claiming that you had to start living before you died, because
apparently you don't live enough, in Donghae's standards. And like
everything else, you went along with it. His pouty lips and puppy dog
eyes will be the death of you.
He pouts now, proving your point. He pokes your stomach and slips his
leg in between yours, his ankle hooking around the other. His face
turns serious as he nuzzles into your neck. "If we get sent to jail,
will you be my cell mate?"
The seriousness in his face is too much, and you laugh. "Sorry," you
say, pointing at his jutting lip. "it's just, that face. Sorry." You
kiss his cheek, calming his worry. "Of course I'll be your cell mate.
I'll even protect you from the other prisoners."
He beams, and you swear the moon's glow has nothing on him. "Then will
you be my big, mean boyfriend in jail? And make fights if anyone tries
to cut in front of me in the cafeteria line?"
You chuckle. "Of course."
He smiles and then kisses your neck, and you blame the breeze that
goes by, when you shiver. "You're mine." you add as an after thought,
a whisper.
His hand caresses your back for a few seconds before resting on your
hip. His eyes close, and you lean in, meeting him half way. His lips
taste like the gummy fishies he was eating previously, the sugar still
on the corner of his bottom lip. You lick the sugar off, feeling his
body shiver in your arms.
"I love you too," he says, because you already told him you love him
with your lips. Only in a different way.
Technology is not Zhoumi’s strong point, Qmi, PG-13, Humor
God, Zhoumi must you be completely incompetent when it comes to
technology? It's not so hard to turn on the monitor.
Leave me alone, Kui Xian, I don't need your superiority right now.
What do you need?
I need you to fix this compu-Ugh get your hand off me, you perv. Come
on, turn it on for me.
I can turn something else on, if you want.
Gosh, why are you being so greasy today? Have you been having éclairs
again?
What? No, I just want some alone time with my boyfriend. Is that so
hard. Haha hard like my-
If you make a joke about being hard, you're not getting any for a
month. Now shut up and help me already.
I love it when you tell me to shut up. Ah, don't hit me.
God. I don't know how I stand you sometimes. Stop licking your lips
like that. I mean it, Kyu, stop or I'll-
You'll what?-Don't put that face, you know you love it when I kiss you
unexpectedly.
I'll put whatever face I want.
Personally my favorite face of yours is when you moan for me. That
perfect 'o' that forms on your lips- Ouch-seriously stop hitting me.
I wouldn't hit you if you didn't decide today you'd be a big weird
pervert. I need to send this to my professor today Kyu, not after you
get over your boner.
Fine, gosh. See it wasn't that har-difficult. Nope, still pervy. Hey,
don't roll your eyes at me.
Whatever, leave me alone and take care of it yourself if you're going
to keep being this way.
I don't want to take care of it myself. Come on Mi Mi, make your idiot
happy.
I do agree you're an idiot... don't poke me with that thing.
Aww you know you like it.
Kyu, I'm going to count to three for you to leave me alone. 1...2-
What am I...4 years old? Come on Zhoumi, grow u- Ah ha! You kissed me.
I win
Win what? We didn't make a bet.
What? We didn't. Oh damn, that was my plan. Make a bet about you
kissing me and then get you all mad at me and make you kiss me. Yah!
Don't laugh at me.
Oh, Kuixian, I think you're getting a little rusty. Just for that I'm
gonna take care of your hard on.
Really?
Ha! No. Now leave me alone so I can finish this.
Five women a-singing, Qmi, PG-13, Humor/Fluff
"What the fuck is this shit?" Kyuhyun asked, dramatically putting his
hands over his ears when he entered the room.
Zhoumi gasped, cranking up the volume on his laptop just as some woman
did a very long and difficult high note. "They're called Celtic Woman
and they're not shit, they're angels. Can't you hear KuiXian?"
Kyuhyun scoffed and sat beside Zhoumi as he played a song called "The
voice".
As it started, Kyuhyun stifled a laugh. "Mi, this is like a Scottish
jig or something."
"They're Irish. There's no such thing as a Scottish jig anyway."
Zhoumi began singing along, in terrible English if you ask Kyuhyun,
but hit the high notes perfectly.
Kyuhyun put his head on Zhoumi's lap, ignoring the voice of the woman
to focus on Zhoumi's alone. He closed his eyes, enjoying the soft
humming Zhoumi did when he didn't know the words.
When the song ended, Zhoumi put a hand on Kyuhyun's forehead, pushing
his hair back. "Wasn't that beautiful, Little Turtle?"
Kyuhyun nodded, but he didn't mean the song.
Zhoumi smiled and bent his long neck to peck Kyuhyun on the lips
quickly before turning to his laptop again. "What do you want to hear
now?" He asked excitedly, skimming through albums and albums of these
Celtic woman.
Kyuhyun lifted his head enough to see one song he knew. "That one." he
pointed with his long index finger and sat back down, snuggling closer
to Zhoumi.
"Oh! Great choice, KuiXian, that's one of my favorites."
Zhoumi put the song and instantly started to sing.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard
of. Once in a lullaby."
He stopped the song and picked Kyuhyun up by his elbow, yanking him to
sit straight.
"Come on, Kui, harmonize with me."
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. "Do I have to?"
"Yes!" Zhoumi said, almost knocking Kyuhyun over as he kissed him,
fast and sweet.
That was enough for Kyuhyun, and he soon started harmonizing with
Zhoumi, and Chloe, Orla, Lynn and Lisa. Maybe these Celtic Women
weren't so bad after all, he thought, as the lull of their voices
swept over him right before he fell into Zhoumi's arms.
Please, don’t go, EunHae, PG, Angst
"Donghae...we shouldn't do this." You say, looking down at his hands
on your knees. He's leaning in just so, letting you know what he wants
to do. He wants to kiss you, connect his lips to yours and make your
heart expand with joy, but you know you can't let him. You close your
eyes and hope he'll understand.
"Why?" He asks, his voice velvety soft in your ear. You try to ignore
the butterflies in your stomach.
"Because this is wrong. We are wrong." You still can't manage to open
your eyes because you know what will happen if you do.
"Look at me." He says again, putting his hands on your face.
You look up and open your eyes, only to feel tears on your cheeks a
few seconds later. He wipes them away, passing his thumb across your
skin. He leans forward and kisses your wet cheek, his lips lingering
near your mouth.
"I love you." He says, the words muffled by his lips still on your skin.
"I'm sorry." You say as you pull away, standing up and leaving the
love of your life in his car.
Stuffed animals, KangTeuk, Pg-13, Crack/Fluff
Kangin looks at the rows and rows of stuffed animals covering every
single inch of his bed. They're small animals, big ones, medium sized.
In every color and ever type of animal. Kangin scratches his chin,
looks around for the owner of all this crap and settles the suitcase
in his hand on the floor.
"Teuk, when I asked you to move in, I didn't know you'd be bringing
all your ancestors as well."
Silence. Kangin wonders if Leeteuk is even any where near him. Maybe
he's in the bathroom, arranging more stuffed animals in there. Kangin
shivers, imagining taking his morning shower with a beady mouse with
huge ears staring at him.
When Kangin asked Leeteuk to move in with him, after six months of
dating he found it quite appropriate if not logical, he didn't know
this little trivial fact about Leeteuk's stuffed animals. Not that it
was a big deal-well, just as long as nobody entered his room, ever-but
it was a little odd for a 27 year old man to have such a large
selection of stuffed plushies.
"Oh, they brought them in safely. Good!"
Kangin turns around and coaxes Leeteuk over with his index finger.
Leeteuk snuggles into his side and Kangin wraps his arm around Leeteuk.
"Who brought what in safely?"
"Oh, the movers, I told them to arrange my cuddlies on the bed. They
did a good job arranging them like this."
Kangin breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth. "Are
these...cuddlies of yours going to occupy our bed forever?"
Leeteuk laughs and punches Kangin's chest softly. "No, silly. We can
set them over by the mantel in the living room. Oh and doesn't that
sound nice," Leeteuk says, beginning to twirl around. "Our bed. I like
that a lot. Don't you, Kangin bear? It's so nice to say our bed,
instead of mine and yours. It's ours. I can't wait to wake up beside
you and not have to rush over to my apartment and get ready for work
by myself. Now I can take my time, maybe wake up a little later. Oh
maybe we can even manage morning quickies from time to time."
Unfortunately, the news of morning quickies didn't really get Kangin
as excited as Leeteuk was. Because after "over the mantel in the
living room" Kangin zoned out and imagined him having guests over-say
his friends from work for a beer on the Saturdays they watched
football together-and trying to explain that his boyfriend is an avid
plushie collector. He moaned, which made Leeteuk squeal in delight-
because the latter was still thinking about morning quickies-and peck
Kangin on the cheek.
"Now, let's move these babies. Maybe we can even squeeze one in before
my parents come over to see the place?"
Parents? Squeeze one in? Squeeze what in? Babies? Who said anything
about babies? Kangin feels like he's having an internal hemorrhage
because he really doesn't understand what's going on. And in the back
of his head he feels water-maybe blood-swishing around. What the hell
is wrong with him?
Leeteuk nudges him, mumbling something Kangin doesn't understand-
because of the hemorrhage-and then stuffs some stuffed animals in
Kangin's hands. Kangin stares at the beady eyed rat and hopes it knows
how much he actually hates it.
Cell mates, EunHae, PG, Fluff/Romance
The boat slowly rocks beneath you're bodies, swaying you with the
waves of the sea. He has his arm around your waist, a gorgeous smile
on his even more gorgeous face. The moon casts beautiful shadows on
the water and your bodies, like a transparent blanket there for the
security more than the warmth. It's the most beautiful night, and you
couldn't be happier to be spending it with him and the moon.
"You know what's so perfect about tonight?" He asks in your ear, a
whisper that bounces off the surface of the crystalline water, and back
to your ears.
"That tomorrow when we wake up we'll have police surrounding us?" You
ask, because you know it was stupid to rob your neighbor's boat. You
can imagine the shock on his face when he sees you took the boat, his
eyebrows reaching his hairline. It was all Donghae's idea, with him
claiming that you had to start living before you died, because
apparently you don't live enough, in Donghae's standards. And like
everything else, you went along with it. His pouty lips and puppy dog
eyes will be the death of you.
He pouts now, proving your point. He pokes your stomach and slips his
leg in between yours, his ankle hooking around the other. His face
turns serious as he nuzzles into your neck. "If we get sent to jail,
will you be my cell mate?"
The seriousness in his face is too much, and you laugh. "Sorry," you
say, pointing at his jutting lip. "it's just, that face. Sorry." You
kiss his cheek, calming his worry. "Of course I'll be your cell mate.
I'll even protect you from the other prisoners."
He beams, and you swear the moon's glow has nothing on him. "Then will
you be my big, mean boyfriend in jail? And make fights if anyone tries
to cut in front of me in the cafeteria line?"
You chuckle. "Of course."
He smiles and then kisses your neck, and you blame the breeze that
goes by, when you shiver. "You're mine." you add as an after thought,
a whisper.
His hand caresses your back for a few seconds before resting on your
hip. His eyes close, and you lean in, meeting him half way. His lips
taste like the gummy fishies he was eating previously, the sugar still
on the corner of his bottom lip. You lick the sugar off, feeling his
body shiver in your arms.
"I love you too," he says, because you already told him you love him
with your lips. Only in a different way.
Technology is not Zhoumi’s strong point, Qmi, PG-13, Humor
God, Zhoumi must you be completely incompetent when it comes to
technology? It's not so hard to turn on the monitor.
Leave me alone, Kui Xian, I don't need your superiority right now.
What do you need?
I need you to fix this compu-Ugh get your hand off me, you perv. Come
on, turn it on for me.
I can turn something else on, if you want.
Gosh, why are you being so greasy today? Have you been having éclairs
again?
What? No, I just want some alone time with my boyfriend. Is that so
hard. Haha hard like my-
If you make a joke about being hard, you're not getting any for a
month. Now shut up and help me already.
I love it when you tell me to shut up. Ah, don't hit me.
God. I don't know how I stand you sometimes. Stop licking your lips
like that. I mean it, Kyu, stop or I'll-
You'll what?-Don't put that face, you know you love it when I kiss you
unexpectedly.
I'll put whatever face I want.
Personally my favorite face of yours is when you moan for me. That
perfect 'o' that forms on your lips- Ouch-seriously stop hitting me.
I wouldn't hit you if you didn't decide today you'd be a big weird
pervert. I need to send this to my professor today Kyu, not after you
get over your boner.
Fine, gosh. See it wasn't that har-difficult. Nope, still pervy. Hey,
don't roll your eyes at me.
Whatever, leave me alone and take care of it yourself if you're going
to keep being this way.
I don't want to take care of it myself. Come on Mi Mi, make your idiot
happy.
I do agree you're an idiot... don't poke me with that thing.
Aww you know you like it.
Kyu, I'm going to count to three for you to leave me alone. 1...2-
What am I...4 years old? Come on Zhoumi, grow u- Ah ha! You kissed me.
I win
Win what? We didn't make a bet.
What? We didn't. Oh damn, that was my plan. Make a bet about you
kissing me and then get you all mad at me and make you kiss me. Yah!
Don't laugh at me.
Oh, Kuixian, I think you're getting a little rusty. Just for that I'm
gonna take care of your hard on.
Really?
Ha! No. Now leave me alone so I can finish this.
Five women a-singing, Qmi, PG-13, Humor/Fluff
"What the fuck is this shit?" Kyuhyun asked, dramatically putting his
hands over his ears when he entered the room.
Zhoumi gasped, cranking up the volume on his laptop just as some woman
did a very long and difficult high note. "They're called Celtic Woman
and they're not shit, they're angels. Can't you hear KuiXian?"
Kyuhyun scoffed and sat beside Zhoumi as he played a song called "The
voice".
As it started, Kyuhyun stifled a laugh. "Mi, this is like a Scottish
jig or something."
"They're Irish. There's no such thing as a Scottish jig anyway."
Zhoumi began singing along, in terrible English if you ask Kyuhyun,
but hit the high notes perfectly.
Kyuhyun put his head on Zhoumi's lap, ignoring the voice of the woman
to focus on Zhoumi's alone. He closed his eyes, enjoying the soft
humming Zhoumi did when he didn't know the words.
When the song ended, Zhoumi put a hand on Kyuhyun's forehead, pushing
his hair back. "Wasn't that beautiful, Little Turtle?"
Kyuhyun nodded, but he didn't mean the song.
Zhoumi smiled and bent his long neck to peck Kyuhyun on the lips
quickly before turning to his laptop again. "What do you want to hear
now?" He asked excitedly, skimming through albums and albums of these
Celtic woman.
Kyuhyun lifted his head enough to see one song he knew. "That one." he
pointed with his long index finger and sat back down, snuggling closer
to Zhoumi.
"Oh! Great choice, KuiXian, that's one of my favorites."
Zhoumi put the song and instantly started to sing.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high. There's a land that I heard
of. Once in a lullaby."
He stopped the song and picked Kyuhyun up by his elbow, yanking him to
sit straight.
"Come on, Kui, harmonize with me."
Kyuhyun rolled his eyes. "Do I have to?"
"Yes!" Zhoumi said, almost knocking Kyuhyun over as he kissed him,
fast and sweet.
That was enough for Kyuhyun, and he soon started harmonizing with
Zhoumi, and Chloe, Orla, Lynn and Lisa. Maybe these Celtic Women
weren't so bad after all, he thought, as the lull of their voices
swept over him right before he fell into Zhoumi's arms.
Please, don’t go, EunHae, PG, Angst
"Donghae...we shouldn't do this." You say, looking down at his hands
on your knees. He's leaning in just so, letting you know what he wants
to do. He wants to kiss you, connect his lips to yours and make your
heart expand with joy, but you know you can't let him. You close your
eyes and hope he'll understand.
"Why?" He asks, his voice velvety soft in your ear. You try to ignore
the butterflies in your stomach.
"Because this is wrong. We are wrong." You still can't manage to open
your eyes because you know what will happen if you do.
"Look at me." He says again, putting his hands on your face.
You look up and open your eyes, only to feel tears on your cheeks a
few seconds later. He wipes them away, passing his thumb across your
skin. He leans forward and kisses your wet cheek, his lips lingering
near your mouth.
"I love you." He says, the words muffled by his lips still on your skin.
"I'm sorry." You say as you pull away, standing up and leaving the
love of your life in his car.
Stuffed animals, KangTeuk, Pg-13, Crack/Fluff
Kangin looks at the rows and rows of stuffed animals covering every
single inch of his bed. They're small animals, big ones, medium sized.
In every color and ever type of animal. Kangin scratches his chin,
looks around for the owner of all this crap and settles the suitcase
in his hand on the floor.
"Teuk, when I asked you to move in, I didn't know you'd be bringing
all your ancestors as well."
Silence. Kangin wonders if Leeteuk is even any where near him. Maybe
he's in the bathroom, arranging more stuffed animals in there. Kangin
shivers, imagining taking his morning shower with a beady mouse with
huge ears staring at him.
When Kangin asked Leeteuk to move in with him, after six months of
dating he found it quite appropriate if not logical, he didn't know
this little trivial fact about Leeteuk's stuffed animals. Not that it
was a big deal-well, just as long as nobody entered his room, ever-but
it was a little odd for a 27 year old man to have such a large
selection of stuffed plushies.
"Oh, they brought them in safely. Good!"
Kangin turns around and coaxes Leeteuk over with his index finger.
Leeteuk snuggles into his side and Kangin wraps his arm around Leeteuk.
"Who brought what in safely?"
"Oh, the movers, I told them to arrange my cuddlies on the bed. They
did a good job arranging them like this."
Kangin breathed in through his nose, out through his mouth. "Are
these...cuddlies of yours going to occupy our bed forever?"
Leeteuk laughs and punches Kangin's chest softly. "No, silly. We can
set them over by the mantel in the living room. Oh and doesn't that
sound nice," Leeteuk says, beginning to twirl around. "Our bed. I like
that a lot. Don't you, Kangin bear? It's so nice to say our bed,
instead of mine and yours. It's ours. I can't wait to wake up beside
you and not have to rush over to my apartment and get ready for work
by myself. Now I can take my time, maybe wake up a little later. Oh
maybe we can even manage morning quickies from time to time."
Unfortunately, the news of morning quickies didn't really get Kangin
as excited as Leeteuk was. Because after "over the mantel in the
living room" Kangin zoned out and imagined him having guests over-say
his friends from work for a beer on the Saturdays they watched
football together-and trying to explain that his boyfriend is an avid
plushie collector. He moaned, which made Leeteuk squeal in delight-
because the latter was still thinking about morning quickies-and peck
Kangin on the cheek.
"Now, let's move these babies. Maybe we can even squeeze one in before
my parents come over to see the place?"
Parents? Squeeze one in? Squeeze what in? Babies? Who said anything
about babies? Kangin feels like he's having an internal hemorrhage
because he really doesn't understand what's going on. And in the back
of his head he feels water-maybe blood-swishing around. What the hell
is wrong with him?
Leeteuk nudges him, mumbling something Kangin doesn't understand-
because of the hemorrhage-and then stuffs some stuffed animals in
Kangin's hands. Kangin stares at the beady eyed rat and hopes it knows
how much he actually hates it.