Double drabble post! (OH YEAH! OH YEAH!)
'cause you know we've got each other's back, yo [This Love _ G.Dragon]
“Wooyoung,” Nichkhun mumbles. He presses the damp cloth gently to the other's cheek, carefully washes away the remains of dried blood. “It's not good. You should stop-”
“Easy for you to say,” Wooyoung cuts him. “There aren't crazy bitches waiting for *you* at the corner of every street.” His hand brushes against his nose, childish, arrogant - Nichkhun feels so helpless, because he knows Wooyoung is right, but he's also so wrong. He makes his hand softer, brushes the rag slowly over the bruised skin.
Wooyoung's hand on his knee balls into a fist, so Nichkhun pulls away quickly. “Have I hurt you?” he asks, but Wooyoung shakes his head 'no'. His fingers slowly relax, he flexes them, lets them rest there. Inches from Nichkhun's thigh.
Saliva tastes bitter, hard to gulp down, and Nichkhun feels his breath catch painfully.
“I can do it from now,” Wooyoung mutters. “Thanks.”
Nichkhun grips tightly at the clothes, droplets drip down his forearm. “There's still a bit left,” he replies.
His eyes won't meet Wooyoung's when he caresses the round cheekbone with the bare pad of his thumb. Blood sticks to his skin - a kick to his heartbeat - awkwardly he rubs, back and forth, along the shape of the bone. Wooyoung sights, barely a breath, his fingers come to meet Nichkhun's, pull them to his mouth. He licks the traces of blood, while at the same time staring right into Khun's eyes. Their foreheads bump when Nichkhun leans and licks at his own finger, meets Wooyoung's tongue halfway.
...and follow me, / through corridors and factories [Dark of the Matinée _ Franz Ferdinand]
Junsu said “night blue, no sequins, with a hood”. He's currently diving through a pile of fluffy, plushy sweaters. Junho has pinched the end of his shirt between two fingers, in case Junsu loses balance and falls head-first. Muffled curses in Daegu slang reach his ears - “#%$, that's M, I'm S, £#¤!”.
Finally Junsu re-emerges, face red and majorly pissed off.
“My size isn't there!”
His bangs are all messy, his shirt looks rumpled and he's got droplets of sweat dripping across his temples.
Junho smiles.
“It's fine, let's keep looking.”
Junsu grunts something and straightens his clothes. “Yeah, let's go.”
Two hours later Junsu is on the verge of hysteria. Every shop they went in seems to have sold all of its S sized night blue with a hood and no sequins sweaters. His hand is gripping tightly at Junho's arm and his voice wavers, oscillates between normal Korean and blurred Daeguan.
“Come on,” Junho tries to cheer him up. “Let's get something to drink, and then we can keep on looking!”
Junsu shakes his head, eyes wide and unfocused. “Okay,” he mumbles.
Junho makes sure he's sat at a small table, places a cup full of hot chocolate in front, opens two packets of sugar in it, pours some cream.
“I'm going to the restroom,” he says. “'ll be right back.”
It's outside of the cafe, and you have to give a coin. Junho takes his wallet.
And it's there. Just as he steps out.
It's green stripped orange stripped blue stripped yellow, fashion 'don't' for anyone else, it doesn't have any hood, and sparkly braids glitter on one shoulder, it's very oversized but it's-
perfect.
Junho doesn't look when he pulls out banknotes. He carefully tears the ticket in half and rips the label off with his teeth, wraps the sweater in the bag.
Junsu is aimlessly sipping at his straw when he comes back.
“Here,” Junho hands him the package. “For you.”
i should have changed that stupid lock [I Will Survive _ Gloria Gaynor]
“Iiiih!” Nichkhun shrieks for the nth time this month when Chansung inadvertently pushes the door of the bathroom where he's plucking his eyebrows.
“Out!” he hollers. “Out now!”
Chansung apologizes and disappears swiftly.
“Oh please,” Junsu snorts from the kitchen. “Is it really such a big deal?”
“True,” Wooyoung agrees around crumbs of cookie. “It's not like he's got, say, a third nipple. Or, worse-” he makes a face “-huge facial pores.”
“Ew!” Junsu exclaims. “I'm eating! Thank you very much!”
“Come on, that's not nice,” Junho tries to reason. “I don't see why you think it's a problem.”
“Yeah,” Taecyeon agrees. “What's wrong with big facial pores?”
rocka rocka rocka rocka rocka rock, so fantastic [RingDingDong _ SHINee]
“Oh, Wooyoung!”
“Haha, bitch, your ass is gonna be sore when I'm done with you!”
Junsu breathes hard. Through his nostrils.
“SO.” he says forcefully. “Remind me, why is this okay, again?”
Taecyeon tries to be diplomatic. “It's their room, after all. They can do whatever they want in it.”
“It's not their room,” Junsu counters. “It's OUR living room. And they're hogging it with their- their-” He chokes on his words. “Look,” he says after coughing for a while. “Jaebum-hyung would never have tolerated this in his house!”
“I agree,” Nichkhun frowns. “This isn't correct.”
“Plus they're being loud about it,” Junho adds.
“But,” Taecyeon says. “There's nothing wrong with playing Wii, is there?”