[w.i.p.] - drabbles.
[W.I.P.] - DRABBLES.
⇾ exo & tvxq | sehun/luhan & yunho/changmin
Consume. | Sehun/Luhan | Fragile-Model!AU | 360w
Modelling has always been a fiery passion hot in the middle of Sehun's gut, the constant popping of flash-lamps music to his ears and the harsh lights silky against his skin. But despite possessing sharply delicate features, he was never recruited off the streets or sponsored through Instagram. Instead, he hunted high and low for a modelling agency to sign him onto their roster, and it took him a year and two filled portfolios before he had the opportunity to press the tip of a leaking pen onto the space above a dotted line. Fresh out of high school, Sehun's nineteen and still too new in the modelling world despite starting a little over a year ago. Juggling an office job along with his modelling in order to support the latter, Sehun constantly finds himself facing an endless day after waking from a restless sleep. The only form of solace Sehun has is in Luhan, his high school sweetheart for the past two and a half years.
"You look exhausted," Luhan sighs, pressing fingertips down the sides of Sehun's neck. The muscles there are knotted, and Luhan can only attempt to ease them.
"Had a four hour shoot today," Sehun mumbles, leaning into the touch. His eyelids tremble shut.
It's twenty-three minutes past midnight, and the pair of them have to get up at 7:30.
"Take a hot shower," Luhan suggests, "then come right to bed okay?"
Sehun hums and leans over to brush lips against the curve of Luhan's cheek before standing. The short walk to the bathroom seems like a mile long, and Sehun has to struggle out of his clothes before he makes it to the spot under the shower head where hot water pounds on his back and trickles down his chest.
He's towelling dry when he glances into the mirror. There's a hollow underneath his bloodshot eyes and his lips are cracked. Wetting his lips, Sehun looks away and pulls a new pair of boxers on.
Luhan's already in bed, glasses perched on his nose and the covers thrown over his legs. Sehun's lips lift into a smile, and he climbs into the empty spot next to Luhan.
A Place For Us. | Yunho/Changmin | In which Yunho owns a bicycle repair shop. | 500w | Originally meant for subtleteas
His bag shifts uncomfortably on his shoulder as Changmin swings a leg over the seat of his very old - ancient, in fact - bicycle. Adjusting his butt so that the seat doesn't dig into awkward places, Changmin shoulders the other strap of his bag and rests his weight on his left leg as he fumbles for the pedal on the right. A little push and he's off, cruising down the streets of his humble town in the dusky light.
He's turning a deserted corner when he hears a clank and before almost immediately crashing into a wall. Spluttering and heart racing, Changmin scrambles off his bike and glares at it. The chain's hanging off and Changmin thinks he spies a part of the frame twisted. Sighing dramatically, Changmin looks at his watch and thinks about the pile of homework he has to do. About to swear himself into oblivion, Changmin stops abruptly when he remembers the bike repair shop just a couple blocks away from his house that he passes everyday to school. He never really looked inside, because he never thought he'd ever need their services.
So he walks the twelve minutes to the repair shop, dragging the huge, useless hunk of metal behind him. Sweat's already beading at the nape of his neck by the time he gets there, the weight of the bike and his textbooks not something he wants to deal with on a Friday evening.
"Hello, how may I - Oh. Bike broken?"
Changmin snorts and all but dumps the bike at the guy's feet. "Very much so."
"Let me take a look at it," the guy that Changmin assumes to be the repairman says. Crouching, he wipes slightly stained fingers on a more-stained-than-unstained rag and squints at the wreck.
"Ah," he finally says, looking up at Changmin. "I'm really sorry to say this, but I'm afraid your bike here has reached the end of its life. No one, short of a wizard from the Harry Potter world, will be able to fix this bike. How in the world did you manage to twist that?"
Changmin pointedly ignores the finger jabbing at his bike. He catches sight of a patch sewn onto the repairman's shirt - it reads Yunho. Changmin assumes that's the man's name.
"Yunho? Is it?"
Yunho nods.
"Right well - could you please see if there's anything you can do? That bike is my only mode of transport and I'd be rightly screwed without it. Please?"
Yunho's about to adamantly deny - because it really cannot be repaired - when his customer's eyes seem to enlarge and shine. Yunho gulps. He's always been a sucker for big, doe eyes.
Thanks to those doe eyes, Yunho finds himself stuck in the horrendous promise of building his customer a brand new bike. An identical one, too. Apparently, that wreck of a bike holds sentimental value, and that's why this college student never thought to buy a new one. Yunho senses bullshit, but he doesn't say anything, less the boy turns those eyes on him once more.
- clearing out my w.i.p.s; idk if i'll come back to them, but we'll see.
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⇾ exo & tvxq | sehun/luhan & yunho/changmin
Consume. | Sehun/Luhan | Fragile-Model!AU | 360w
Modelling has always been a fiery passion hot in the middle of Sehun's gut, the constant popping of flash-lamps music to his ears and the harsh lights silky against his skin. But despite possessing sharply delicate features, he was never recruited off the streets or sponsored through Instagram. Instead, he hunted high and low for a modelling agency to sign him onto their roster, and it took him a year and two filled portfolios before he had the opportunity to press the tip of a leaking pen onto the space above a dotted line. Fresh out of high school, Sehun's nineteen and still too new in the modelling world despite starting a little over a year ago. Juggling an office job along with his modelling in order to support the latter, Sehun constantly finds himself facing an endless day after waking from a restless sleep. The only form of solace Sehun has is in Luhan, his high school sweetheart for the past two and a half years.
"You look exhausted," Luhan sighs, pressing fingertips down the sides of Sehun's neck. The muscles there are knotted, and Luhan can only attempt to ease them.
"Had a four hour shoot today," Sehun mumbles, leaning into the touch. His eyelids tremble shut.
It's twenty-three minutes past midnight, and the pair of them have to get up at 7:30.
"Take a hot shower," Luhan suggests, "then come right to bed okay?"
Sehun hums and leans over to brush lips against the curve of Luhan's cheek before standing. The short walk to the bathroom seems like a mile long, and Sehun has to struggle out of his clothes before he makes it to the spot under the shower head where hot water pounds on his back and trickles down his chest.
He's towelling dry when he glances into the mirror. There's a hollow underneath his bloodshot eyes and his lips are cracked. Wetting his lips, Sehun looks away and pulls a new pair of boxers on.
Luhan's already in bed, glasses perched on his nose and the covers thrown over his legs. Sehun's lips lift into a smile, and he climbs into the empty spot next to Luhan.
A Place For Us. | Yunho/Changmin | In which Yunho owns a bicycle repair shop. | 500w | Originally meant for subtleteas
His bag shifts uncomfortably on his shoulder as Changmin swings a leg over the seat of his very old - ancient, in fact - bicycle. Adjusting his butt so that the seat doesn't dig into awkward places, Changmin shoulders the other strap of his bag and rests his weight on his left leg as he fumbles for the pedal on the right. A little push and he's off, cruising down the streets of his humble town in the dusky light.
He's turning a deserted corner when he hears a clank and before almost immediately crashing into a wall. Spluttering and heart racing, Changmin scrambles off his bike and glares at it. The chain's hanging off and Changmin thinks he spies a part of the frame twisted. Sighing dramatically, Changmin looks at his watch and thinks about the pile of homework he has to do. About to swear himself into oblivion, Changmin stops abruptly when he remembers the bike repair shop just a couple blocks away from his house that he passes everyday to school. He never really looked inside, because he never thought he'd ever need their services.
So he walks the twelve minutes to the repair shop, dragging the huge, useless hunk of metal behind him. Sweat's already beading at the nape of his neck by the time he gets there, the weight of the bike and his textbooks not something he wants to deal with on a Friday evening.
"Hello, how may I - Oh. Bike broken?"
Changmin snorts and all but dumps the bike at the guy's feet. "Very much so."
"Let me take a look at it," the guy that Changmin assumes to be the repairman says. Crouching, he wipes slightly stained fingers on a more-stained-than-unstained rag and squints at the wreck.
"Ah," he finally says, looking up at Changmin. "I'm really sorry to say this, but I'm afraid your bike here has reached the end of its life. No one, short of a wizard from the Harry Potter world, will be able to fix this bike. How in the world did you manage to twist that?"
Changmin pointedly ignores the finger jabbing at his bike. He catches sight of a patch sewn onto the repairman's shirt - it reads Yunho. Changmin assumes that's the man's name.
"Yunho? Is it?"
Yunho nods.
"Right well - could you please see if there's anything you can do? That bike is my only mode of transport and I'd be rightly screwed without it. Please?"
Yunho's about to adamantly deny - because it really cannot be repaired - when his customer's eyes seem to enlarge and shine. Yunho gulps. He's always been a sucker for big, doe eyes.
Thanks to those doe eyes, Yunho finds himself stuck in the horrendous promise of building his customer a brand new bike. An identical one, too. Apparently, that wreck of a bike holds sentimental value, and that's why this college student never thought to buy a new one. Yunho senses bullshit, but he doesn't say anything, less the boy turns those eyes on him once more.
- clearing out my w.i.p.s; idk if i'll come back to them, but we'll see.
twitter tumblr fandom!tumblr ask.fm instagram listography