drabbles;;
make up your heart;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 690 words / pg / mild-angst
warning: grammar errors
→ baekhyun can't even remember why he and jongdae started fighting.
a/n: ♫♪; i actually hate myself so much for liking this song
numbness starts spreading from the tip of baekhyun’s fingers, slowly crawling through his bones to take hold of his entire body, to capture him in a firm grip with no intention of letting him go until he loses his balance, until he stumbles down and gets pulled into this hollowness baekhyun never wanted to fall back into. and he doesn’t know if the reason for it is actually the cold slipping through the fabric of thin leather jacket or if it’s because of the emptiness that’s sticking to his heart, that’s darkening his mind.
baekhyun’s legs are trembling with unease and he sticks his thumb into his mouth, chewing on the already gnawed off nail. his gaze wanders out of the window, past the countless droplets of water sticking to the glass, his eyes quickly flickering over the flashing lights of the city that are casting shadows onto the wet floor.
it’s still raining outside, but baekhyun’s in the safety of the bus for now; even if it’s not helping much since the heater’s turned off, not spending him any warmth to dry his soaked clothes. only his hair’s slowly drying off, his fringe sticking to his forehead. he greatly dislikes this time of the year, when the rainy and hazy weather of fall clashes with the bitter chilliness of winter, where nights are already too cold to wear his type of clothes.
but baekhyun just left, there was no time to think about what to wear, he just took the next best thing his hands could reach and went out of there.
his ears are covered in headphones, the bass is pulsing through the speakers but he doesn’t notice it, there’s no music getting through to him, because the only sound that’s still ringing in his ears is the shattering of glass into thousands of tiny pieces against the floor. he still hears the screaming and shouting, words spoken with so much anger and bite in them and baekhyun seriously can’t remember what got him and jongdae into this fight in the first place. it probably was something so little, something so unimportant and stupid, something that’s not even worth remembering but it ended in such a disaster.
there’s still no message showing up on his phone screen, no call to ask where he is and baekhyun leans his head against the cool glass of the window. a heavy sigh escapes his lips.
is it over now? jongdae didn’t say anything, did he?
everything’s a blur in his mind and he doesn’t remember what they were shouting at each other, he doesn’t remember even a single word. and baekhyun doesn’t want it to end this way, when he doesn’t even know what actually happened.
he gets up from his seat and hops off the bus at the next station. instead of waiting for the next bus to take him in the direction of jongdae’s housing complex, baekhyun walks the whole distance and the rain pouring down on him drenches his clothes again, his hair’s soaking wet.
. . .
when he arrives at his boyfriend’s place, he immediately rings the bell of apartment 7 and waits, fingers drumming nervously against his thighs. the speakers are buzzing with static and he hears jongdae’s voice, asking who’s there.
“can i come up?”, baekhyun asks.
there’s no answer and for a moment baekhyun thinks he won’t let him in, a sinking feeling settling down in his chest but the door makes a loud clicking sound and he pushes his body against it, hurries up the stairs.
baekhyun’s breathing is a bit uneven from every fast movement he made and his heart clenches when jongdae opens the door. he expects him to be angry, body tense and the look in his eyes distant, maybe even cold. but instead he looks so sad and lonely, his eyes are puffy and his shoulders are slouched down, he’s not on guard.
and baekhyun takes a step forward, wrapping his arms around him to press their bodies together. “i’m sorry.”
he can feel jongdae nuzzle his face in the space between his shoulder and neck.
“me too.”
problem;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 680 words / g / slice of life(?)
warning: grammar errors
→ baekhyun's neighbor has the habit of turning the music too loud during the night.
a/n: ♫♪; au prompt: 'your music is really loud but oh my god this is my jam' - and click
living in the dorms turns out to be actually more fun than baekhyun first thought. there is no roommate-system on his floor, so he has a space on his own to withdraw to when things get too hectic, too stressful and when he has to study.
the people on his floor are nice as well, at least the ones baekhyun was able to meet so far. he still doesn’t know half of the people that share the floor with him.
there’s only one problem, one nuisance that surfaced so far; and that’s the guy who lives in the room next to his. he doesn’t know him; saw him like only once or twice out on the hallway. but he seems to have the habit to listen to his music on a rather high volume and yes, that’s an understatement, because usually baekhyun wouldn’t mind someone listening to their music a little louder, but this guy blasts the same pop songs all over again, always during the nighttime and it’s quite annoying when baekhyun’s trying to fall asleep and suddenly it feels like the bass pulsing through the walls actually comes from his own room instead of the other’s.
it happens every night and today’s not an exception.
so when baekhyun is rolling around on his bed in the evening, frustrated about having to finish this complicated and boring paper until the next day, the guy’s music starts bouncing loudly through the wall and baekhyun groans, burying his face in his pillow.
this is the last thing he needs right now.
after a minute or so, he sits back up though and perks his ears. he thinks he knows the song; it sounds so familiar to him and when he hears the strong, high pitched voice it dawns on him-
he’s listening to ariana grande’s ‘problem’ and that’s baekhyun’s fucking jam.
a grin spreads across baekhyun’s lips, the frustration from before already completely forgotten and unconsciously his upper body starts moving to the bass. he gets up from the bed and leaves his room, actually walks over to the other guy’s room.
he knocks loudly and he hears a crashing sound coming from inside before the door gets yanked open. “yes?”, the guy asks and woah, he’s really fucking handsome up close. he’s all high cheekbones and long eyelashes. their schedules are completely different, so baekhyun’s always away for classes until the late afternoon and his room neighbor seems to have most of his own classes in the afternoon and evening; that’s why they never got the chance to even say properly ‘hi’ to each other.
handsome guy suddenly starts laughing sheepishly, his cat-like lips curling upwards into a smile. “the music’s too loud, right? i’m so sorry”, he says and baekhyun just waves him off with a flick of his hand.
“this is my jam”, he says instead and invites himself just like that into the other’s room. he completely ignores the way he stares at him, just bobs his head to the beat of the music, mouthing the lyrics silently.
and then handsome neighbor-guy just closes the door and joins baekhyun and they both start dancing to the music, jumping around the room with their arms waving up into the air. they sing along to the song, trying to hit all the high notes and both fail miserably at it. they play the instruments in the air with their hands and it’s so much fun, seriously.
they actually keep this up, playing the song on repeat for about thirty minutes before they both drop onto the bed, out of breath and gasping for air.
baekhyun laughs loudly, he enjoyed himself a lot.
handsome guy turns his head and looks at him, weakly raising his hand to reach for baekhyun’s. “i’m kim jongdae”, he says and shakes his hand.
“byun baekhyun”, he introduces himself and a grin spreads across his lips, “i just decided that you’re going to be my best friend from now on.”
jongdae just blinks at him for a second and then he nods, bursting into laughter.
like honey;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 753 words / pg-15 / humor(???)
warning: grammar errors
→ jongdae calls a sex hotline for the first time in his life.
a/n: au prompt: (sex hotline - au) 'i called you because i was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep'; idk anything about sex hotlines and how they work, but i was too tired to research, i'm sorry
it’s in the middle of the night on a friday and jongdae’s sitting around at home, completely alone and with absolutely nothing to do. he’s incredibly bored so he just lazily zaps through the late night program on tv, but of course they’re not even playing once decent movie. there’s not one show that catches his interest.
with an annoyed huff, jongdae lets his head fall back onto the backrest of the couch and he just stares up at the dull white ceiling. maybe he should just go to sleep? he’s not sure if he actually wants to, but it would be a better option than just sitting here and getting irritated over doing nothing.
suddenly there are loud moans coming from the tv, startling him out of his thoughts and he raises his head from the backrest to look at the bright screen. oh, it’s just one of those hundreds ads for sex hotlines and peep shows; the late night program’s always full with these, they hardly play any other advertisements during nighttime on weekends.
jongdae’s about to switch channels, but then freezes in his movement with his fingers hovering over the remote.
if he’s honest, he’s always been a bit curious about those hotlines. he keeps seeing them every time he watches television during the night and yeah. he’s just really curious about it.
like, is it really as great as some people say?
he can always just hang up if it gets too weird, so jongdae decides to actually try it. he turns the tv on mute and grabs his phone from the coffee table, typing in the number that’s flashing in big and fat letters across the screen.
jongdae swallows when the line rings, building up a connection. a recorded voice takes his call, asking him if there’s a gender he prefers; jongdae presses the two on the number pad, selecting to be connected to a male worker.
there’s just a beeping sound as he gets connected with someone. jongdae waits, waits, waits and for a moment he thinks this is stupid and maybe he should hang up, but then the other line cracks.
“hi”, says a voice on the other line.
and everything jongdae can utter is an amazed “wow”, because this was the most beautiful sounding greeting his ears were ever allowed to hear. he never thought that sex hotline workers would have such pretty voices and yes, jongdae’s stupid because they fucking earn their bread through their fucking voice, so of course they all sound beautiful.
the guy giggles into the receiver. “is this your first time? i’m baekhyun”, he says, voice as sweet as dripping honey. jongdae still doesn’t manage to form a proper sentence and there’s another laugh on the other line. “tell me your name.”
“uhm, jongdae”, he answers shortly.
“okay, jongdae. you know you pay up per minute so-”, the guy, baekhyun, tells him, “do you just want to listen? or is there anything you’d want? like, hm, do you like dirty talk? or something else?”
“actually”, jongdae starts and he hears the rustling of fabric in the background. “your voice is really soothing. it’s kind of calming me down, you know. can you sing?”
baekhyun makes a confused sound on the other line. “yes, i’m quite good at singing.”
“then would you just sing something for me?”
there’s just silence for a moment, but then the guy speaks again, “what should i sing for you?”
jongdae thinks about it. “hm.. a lullaby maybe? i’d like to fall asleep to the sound of your voice.”
and baekhyun’s silent again, before bursting out into laughter. he takes his sweet time with trying to regain his composure. "okay. lie down comfortably, yeah?”
jongdae hums happily, flopping down sideways onto the couch. he nuzzles into his comfy couch pillows. "i’m ready”, he says then and there’s another chuckle on the other line, before baekhyun draws in a deep breath and starts singing. he actually sounds like an angel and he didn’t lie when he said he’s good at this. for a moment jongdae wonders why he’s not in the music business with such a great voice, with such talent. but then he decides to stop thinking, because the other won’t sing forever. so he closes his eyes and relaxes his body, listens to the beautiful voice trying to sing him to sleep.
jongdae falls into slumber rather quickly, halfway through the song and he doesn’t hear the soft “goodnight” baekhuyn wishes him before hanging up.
baekhyun/jongdae // 690 words / pg / mild-angst
warning: grammar errors
→ baekhyun can't even remember why he and jongdae started fighting.
a/n: ♫♪; i actually hate myself so much for liking this song
numbness starts spreading from the tip of baekhyun’s fingers, slowly crawling through his bones to take hold of his entire body, to capture him in a firm grip with no intention of letting him go until he loses his balance, until he stumbles down and gets pulled into this hollowness baekhyun never wanted to fall back into. and he doesn’t know if the reason for it is actually the cold slipping through the fabric of thin leather jacket or if it’s because of the emptiness that’s sticking to his heart, that’s darkening his mind.
baekhyun’s legs are trembling with unease and he sticks his thumb into his mouth, chewing on the already gnawed off nail. his gaze wanders out of the window, past the countless droplets of water sticking to the glass, his eyes quickly flickering over the flashing lights of the city that are casting shadows onto the wet floor.
it’s still raining outside, but baekhyun’s in the safety of the bus for now; even if it’s not helping much since the heater’s turned off, not spending him any warmth to dry his soaked clothes. only his hair’s slowly drying off, his fringe sticking to his forehead. he greatly dislikes this time of the year, when the rainy and hazy weather of fall clashes with the bitter chilliness of winter, where nights are already too cold to wear his type of clothes.
but baekhyun just left, there was no time to think about what to wear, he just took the next best thing his hands could reach and went out of there.
his ears are covered in headphones, the bass is pulsing through the speakers but he doesn’t notice it, there’s no music getting through to him, because the only sound that’s still ringing in his ears is the shattering of glass into thousands of tiny pieces against the floor. he still hears the screaming and shouting, words spoken with so much anger and bite in them and baekhyun seriously can’t remember what got him and jongdae into this fight in the first place. it probably was something so little, something so unimportant and stupid, something that’s not even worth remembering but it ended in such a disaster.
there’s still no message showing up on his phone screen, no call to ask where he is and baekhyun leans his head against the cool glass of the window. a heavy sigh escapes his lips.
is it over now? jongdae didn’t say anything, did he?
everything’s a blur in his mind and he doesn’t remember what they were shouting at each other, he doesn’t remember even a single word. and baekhyun doesn’t want it to end this way, when he doesn’t even know what actually happened.
he gets up from his seat and hops off the bus at the next station. instead of waiting for the next bus to take him in the direction of jongdae’s housing complex, baekhyun walks the whole distance and the rain pouring down on him drenches his clothes again, his hair’s soaking wet.
. . .
when he arrives at his boyfriend’s place, he immediately rings the bell of apartment 7 and waits, fingers drumming nervously against his thighs. the speakers are buzzing with static and he hears jongdae’s voice, asking who’s there.
“can i come up?”, baekhyun asks.
there’s no answer and for a moment baekhyun thinks he won’t let him in, a sinking feeling settling down in his chest but the door makes a loud clicking sound and he pushes his body against it, hurries up the stairs.
baekhyun’s breathing is a bit uneven from every fast movement he made and his heart clenches when jongdae opens the door. he expects him to be angry, body tense and the look in his eyes distant, maybe even cold. but instead he looks so sad and lonely, his eyes are puffy and his shoulders are slouched down, he’s not on guard.
and baekhyun takes a step forward, wrapping his arms around him to press their bodies together. “i’m sorry.”
he can feel jongdae nuzzle his face in the space between his shoulder and neck.
“me too.”
problem;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 680 words / g / slice of life(?)
warning: grammar errors
→ baekhyun's neighbor has the habit of turning the music too loud during the night.
a/n: ♫♪; au prompt: 'your music is really loud but oh my god this is my jam' - and click
living in the dorms turns out to be actually more fun than baekhyun first thought. there is no roommate-system on his floor, so he has a space on his own to withdraw to when things get too hectic, too stressful and when he has to study.
the people on his floor are nice as well, at least the ones baekhyun was able to meet so far. he still doesn’t know half of the people that share the floor with him.
there’s only one problem, one nuisance that surfaced so far; and that’s the guy who lives in the room next to his. he doesn’t know him; saw him like only once or twice out on the hallway. but he seems to have the habit to listen to his music on a rather high volume and yes, that’s an understatement, because usually baekhyun wouldn’t mind someone listening to their music a little louder, but this guy blasts the same pop songs all over again, always during the nighttime and it’s quite annoying when baekhyun’s trying to fall asleep and suddenly it feels like the bass pulsing through the walls actually comes from his own room instead of the other’s.
it happens every night and today’s not an exception.
so when baekhyun is rolling around on his bed in the evening, frustrated about having to finish this complicated and boring paper until the next day, the guy’s music starts bouncing loudly through the wall and baekhyun groans, burying his face in his pillow.
this is the last thing he needs right now.
after a minute or so, he sits back up though and perks his ears. he thinks he knows the song; it sounds so familiar to him and when he hears the strong, high pitched voice it dawns on him-
he’s listening to ariana grande’s ‘problem’ and that’s baekhyun’s fucking jam.
a grin spreads across baekhyun’s lips, the frustration from before already completely forgotten and unconsciously his upper body starts moving to the bass. he gets up from the bed and leaves his room, actually walks over to the other guy’s room.
he knocks loudly and he hears a crashing sound coming from inside before the door gets yanked open. “yes?”, the guy asks and woah, he’s really fucking handsome up close. he’s all high cheekbones and long eyelashes. their schedules are completely different, so baekhyun’s always away for classes until the late afternoon and his room neighbor seems to have most of his own classes in the afternoon and evening; that’s why they never got the chance to even say properly ‘hi’ to each other.
handsome guy suddenly starts laughing sheepishly, his cat-like lips curling upwards into a smile. “the music’s too loud, right? i’m so sorry”, he says and baekhyun just waves him off with a flick of his hand.
“this is my jam”, he says instead and invites himself just like that into the other’s room. he completely ignores the way he stares at him, just bobs his head to the beat of the music, mouthing the lyrics silently.
and then handsome neighbor-guy just closes the door and joins baekhyun and they both start dancing to the music, jumping around the room with their arms waving up into the air. they sing along to the song, trying to hit all the high notes and both fail miserably at it. they play the instruments in the air with their hands and it’s so much fun, seriously.
they actually keep this up, playing the song on repeat for about thirty minutes before they both drop onto the bed, out of breath and gasping for air.
baekhyun laughs loudly, he enjoyed himself a lot.
handsome guy turns his head and looks at him, weakly raising his hand to reach for baekhyun’s. “i’m kim jongdae”, he says and shakes his hand.
“byun baekhyun”, he introduces himself and a grin spreads across his lips, “i just decided that you’re going to be my best friend from now on.”
jongdae just blinks at him for a second and then he nods, bursting into laughter.
like honey;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 753 words / pg-15 / humor(???)
warning: grammar errors
→ jongdae calls a sex hotline for the first time in his life.
a/n: au prompt: (sex hotline - au) 'i called you because i was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep'; idk anything about sex hotlines and how they work, but i was too tired to research, i'm sorry
it’s in the middle of the night on a friday and jongdae’s sitting around at home, completely alone and with absolutely nothing to do. he’s incredibly bored so he just lazily zaps through the late night program on tv, but of course they’re not even playing once decent movie. there’s not one show that catches his interest.
with an annoyed huff, jongdae lets his head fall back onto the backrest of the couch and he just stares up at the dull white ceiling. maybe he should just go to sleep? he’s not sure if he actually wants to, but it would be a better option than just sitting here and getting irritated over doing nothing.
suddenly there are loud moans coming from the tv, startling him out of his thoughts and he raises his head from the backrest to look at the bright screen. oh, it’s just one of those hundreds ads for sex hotlines and peep shows; the late night program’s always full with these, they hardly play any other advertisements during nighttime on weekends.
jongdae’s about to switch channels, but then freezes in his movement with his fingers hovering over the remote.
if he’s honest, he’s always been a bit curious about those hotlines. he keeps seeing them every time he watches television during the night and yeah. he’s just really curious about it.
like, is it really as great as some people say?
he can always just hang up if it gets too weird, so jongdae decides to actually try it. he turns the tv on mute and grabs his phone from the coffee table, typing in the number that’s flashing in big and fat letters across the screen.
jongdae swallows when the line rings, building up a connection. a recorded voice takes his call, asking him if there’s a gender he prefers; jongdae presses the two on the number pad, selecting to be connected to a male worker.
there’s just a beeping sound as he gets connected with someone. jongdae waits, waits, waits and for a moment he thinks this is stupid and maybe he should hang up, but then the other line cracks.
“hi”, says a voice on the other line.
and everything jongdae can utter is an amazed “wow”, because this was the most beautiful sounding greeting his ears were ever allowed to hear. he never thought that sex hotline workers would have such pretty voices and yes, jongdae’s stupid because they fucking earn their bread through their fucking voice, so of course they all sound beautiful.
the guy giggles into the receiver. “is this your first time? i’m baekhyun”, he says, voice as sweet as dripping honey. jongdae still doesn’t manage to form a proper sentence and there’s another laugh on the other line. “tell me your name.”
“uhm, jongdae”, he answers shortly.
“okay, jongdae. you know you pay up per minute so-”, the guy, baekhyun, tells him, “do you just want to listen? or is there anything you’d want? like, hm, do you like dirty talk? or something else?”
“actually”, jongdae starts and he hears the rustling of fabric in the background. “your voice is really soothing. it’s kind of calming me down, you know. can you sing?”
baekhyun makes a confused sound on the other line. “yes, i’m quite good at singing.”
“then would you just sing something for me?”
there’s just silence for a moment, but then the guy speaks again, “what should i sing for you?”
jongdae thinks about it. “hm.. a lullaby maybe? i’d like to fall asleep to the sound of your voice.”
and baekhyun’s silent again, before bursting out into laughter. he takes his sweet time with trying to regain his composure. "okay. lie down comfortably, yeah?”
jongdae hums happily, flopping down sideways onto the couch. he nuzzles into his comfy couch pillows. "i’m ready”, he says then and there’s another chuckle on the other line, before baekhyun draws in a deep breath and starts singing. he actually sounds like an angel and he didn’t lie when he said he’s good at this. for a moment jongdae wonders why he’s not in the music business with such a great voice, with such talent. but then he decides to stop thinking, because the other won’t sing forever. so he closes his eyes and relaxes his body, listens to the beautiful voice trying to sing him to sleep.
jongdae falls into slumber rather quickly, halfway through the song and he doesn’t hear the soft “goodnight” baekhuyn wishes him before hanging up.