5 drabbles; pg--pg-13; various pairings
warning: i was extremely bored, and i miss writing. some of these don't even make sense orz
at the end of the day | jinki/taemin; pg; 250w
if allowed to choose, he doesn’t want to go anywhere. he rather lets go of his dream to become a singer and stays close, studies to become a doctor in some local universities, or even become a farmer like his parents have always wanted him to be, but.
“hey,” he laughs softly, wipes the little crystals at the edge of taemin’s eyes, “stop it. you’re breaking my heart, now.”
“you have already done it,” he sobs back, jerks away from jinki’s touch rather harshly, even though in reality, he just steps back a little. it crushes his heart, still. “you’ve broken mine.”
i’m sorry, he is about to say, but he is afraid of the other’s answer, somehow. “it’s not like i’m going forever.”
“really,” taemin chuckles. it’s heavy and thick with disappointment, anger and pain, so jinki pulls him by the wrist and buries his face on his shoulder, swallows down his own whimper and tears. “we don’t know, do we?”
because after tonight, he has no idea where the life would bring him. after tonight, he doesn’t have any control over the fate. after tonight, he can go anywhere, anytime. after tonight, he might forget, might let go, all possibilities.
because after tonight, maybe they won’t meet each other again, so he stops pretending, stops reassuring when he himself is clueless, lost, stops lying, but under all the lies, there’s still one truth. “i love you.”
in the end, the farewell is silent, but it still hurts nonetheless.
(un)oblivious | minho/kibum; pg; 330w
“you,” kibum starts, but stops immediately at minho’s glare. it’s a stare, actually, quite calm at that, but he is too intimidating for kibum’s liking, honestly. “you are in the detention class.”
it’s logical, he thinks, to tell the other boy that, because detention class is not for the council president, straight a’s student, basketball captain, and the teacher’s most loved student like minho. no, it’s for rebellion boy like him, people who dye their bang with rainbow color, who violate the rule and remake their uniform into skinny pants. in short, people like him. the opposite of this, he doesn’t know, alien.
“yeah,” he answers solemnly, turns back to his book with a rather amused expression, “i’ve been studying here for three years too, you know.”
kibum’s face flares up in embarrassment, but he keeps his mouth shut as he throws his bag to the desk beside him. “finally snap and break some rules?”
minho’s laughter is ringing in his head, like a bell that makes the sky blue and the birds are chirping happily, something that only comes in a fairytale. it makes sense, kinds of, judging from minho’s face. or something, he retorts his own mind, and minho is saying, “no, actually,” he chuckles, “waiting for you.”
“me,” he repeats, monotone, hides his rapid heartbeat pretty well. good job, kim kibum, he applauses himself, but then.
“yeah,” minho smiles at him, and he bets, totally, this boy knows what he’s doing to his knees, fuck him, “wanting to ask you for a date.”
he wonders then, how can a boy like minho, with tall and lean body, big eyes and small face and just, perfect smile, such an alien to his life, takes a liking to a boy like him. but maybe, just maybe, the world is working in an unpredictable way, and kibum is known for his daring personality anyway. so he says yes, denies the fact that his heart warmth up at minho’s genuine eyes.
jealousy is a bitch | taemin/minho; pg; 375w
taemin believes he’s going to snap soon. or now, it doesn’t matter.
“hyung,” he grits his teeth, stops following the older boy who’s been pulling his wrist until it’s going to fall off down the corridor, away from the dance practice room, so minho’s feet automatically stop midair, almost falls. thanks to his long legs though, he just steps back a few centimeter before he turns to taemin, brows furrow together as if they are one. funny.
“what,” he asks tonelessly, and taemin widens his eyes in an exasperated way.
“are you serious,” he hisses, glares a dagger to the older boy, though he knows it never, just can’t work on him. minho stares back like he is a puppy who has done something wrong, disapproving. his heart shrinks a little, but he’s not going to take it. “do you know what you did just now?”
“taemin,” he huffs, and taemin feels like a five year old kid who accidentally spills his food to the floor, going to be nagged by his mother. “i don’t think it’s right for you to. i mean, you practically humps each other with eunhyuk-hyung!”
he blinks. once, twice, thrice, “are you saying what i think you are saying?” minho lets go of his hand, bright red, and looks down to his toes. “minho-hyung, are you jealous? is this what is it?”
“it’s just,” he tries, his face flustered, tints of pink across his cheekbones, but taemin cuts him, not even know why, what.
“hyung,” he says, surprised at his calm tone, at his understanding voice, because what the hell is happening, he is not sure anymore. “we’re not even lovers.”
minho grunts, complains under his breath, and taemin is about to laugh his ass off when suddenly a chest is pressed against his, cutting off his air circulation, a brushes of hair tickles his forehead, teeth clash against his lips and fuck, it hurts, but then the tingles and electricity sent throughout his body is good, more then good, so he finds himself dizzy, shutting his eyes, fingers clinging to the other’s collar.
minho chuckles, breathe sweeps his face in an almost smug way, but he can’t find his voice to retort when the older boy says, “almost there.”
of maybes and reality | jinki/sunyoung; pg; 265w
maybe if they are just two ordinary teenagers, a girl and a boy who meet accidentally at the station every morning, every day, because they are actually going to the same school without they even realizing it, maybe it can happen. maybe if he is a tutor, a too smart university student who has a difficulty in paying his rent since his parents move back to the countries, if she is just a high school girl, a friend’s little sister whose grade in math is atrocious, who is assigned as his student, maybe they can fall in love. maybe if he is a café singer, a simple twenty years old boy who just want to do his hobby as a career, and she is just a too young girl who is daring and want to taste what it’s like to be in an adult world, if they meet accidentally when she throws up the alcohol from her stomach at the alley beside the café when he’s smoking, a ritual before he starts singing and playing his guitar on stage, maybe they can feel what it’s like to be.
“i’m sorry,” jinki says, eyes firmed, and no, he doesn’t regret, because this is what they want and what they choose and. there are a lot of maybes, possibilities, but he knows that you can’t always have what you want.
so when sunyoung turns around and leave, he doesn’t run for her. doesn’t make her stay, doesn’t hope anymore, because he knows what it’s like to promise to catch someone who’s falling, and break it. (it hurts.)
fearful | taemin/girl!key; pg-13; 463w
because, gwiboon thought, even though she let him fuck her senselessly against the kitchen counter regularly, or even on her bed when she was in a good mood, it didn’t mean he had any right to make her fall for him.
it certainly did not mean he could kiss her like this, hands gripping her wrists to keep her from ripping his clothes.
“what the fuck,” she tried to pull back, only for him to moved forward and pressed her against the arm seat, one leg thrown over his lap while the other was bent, pressed under his chest, a gentle touch fluttered along her calf. ngh, her brain said, but she snapped her wrist and tried to look at his eyes. “what are you doing,” she asked, because she knew that he knew that she didn’t like being slow. slow meant more feeling, and sex was physical pleasure. physical.
he didn’t look away, took her deep, down to his eyes, his palms were warm against her skin, almost burning. she found herself couldn’t breathe, or rather was keeping herself from breathing, and then taemin’s lips was there. soft, wet, familiar, and it scared her a little.
“i love you,” he said, and yep. it was frightening, as scary as her imagination. imaginations of taemin finally confessed, of this fuck buddies ordeal being broken, of having herself trusted her heart to another hand she didn’t. want.
“i,” she said, and it was long, she knew she should have answer, she should have looked at him, but what did he expect, seriously. why did he think she let him fuck her without any commitment in the first place, she thought it was only logical if he actually used his brain.
but then it was taemin. her best friend, her roommate, and even though yes, they had sex a lot of times, sex that she’d like to consider as a few times flings, she actually care about him, but it didn’t make her less scared. but then it was taemin, and she should have known it, right from the start. taemin was a romantic, a dreamer, a little bit delusional; he was an artist, and she should have know.
it was taemin, and she knew he wouldn’t back off. she knew he would have let her go, but offer his hand to help her walk, help her catch up with him. she should have known that he, “i’ll wait,” and it didn’t sound fragile or childish, didn’t sound like an empty promise, despite of his age. “until you are ready.”
until you are ready, she echoed in her mind, eyes wandered to his long fingers, soft against hers, to his lips, tender along every inches of her body, and the fear was slipping away, slowly.
idek, okay. i'm losing my mind here, kind of. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME HELP I THINK MY EXAM IS SUCKING MY SOUL OUT OF MY BODY.