post #8
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use trigger warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“How are you so sure of this?”
“’Cause she’s my baby sister, so I know a couple of things about her.”
She hasn’t said much, nothing particularly ingenious or revolutionary, but Sokyung looks impressed. It’s a bit unsettling on someone with already large eyes, but Minha brushes it off. “So, you’re done being weird for now, right?” She offers her hand to Sokyung. “Let’s go.”
Sokyung doesn’t hesitate to accept.
Inevitably, coach bellows at them for wasting time when they return. Sokyung, unaccustomed to the treatment, is stunned into silence, but Minha taps her foot in impatience. She shoves Sokyung in the direction of Haejin after coach stomps away, giving Sokyung an encouraging pat before taking her place beside the squad captain at one end of the field.
“What took you so long?” Qiongqiong doesn’t glance up from her clipboard, idly doodling cartoons of herself with curly hair in the margins, though she should be putting the freshman candidates in order.
“Busy sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.” Near the left edge of the field, Minha watches her little sister and Sokyung, snorting when Haejin whines loudly and slaps at grinning Sokyung’s arm.
Qiongqiong flips her absurd fringe away from her eye. “Sounds like Lu Xia’s rubbing off on you.”
The double meaning is clear. Minha glares. “Shouldn’t we get started now?” Qiongqiong snickers and blows on her whistle.
Fortunately, Sokyung performs a capable routine, so Minha doesn’t have to kick her down after building her up. She’s one of the few who make the squad, Haejin and her dangerously uncoordinated best friend, Choyeon, not included. For once, she thinks interfering might not be so terrible. Not that she’ll ever tell Lu Xia.
A few days later, she still doesn’t think it’s terrible, even when Sokyung shadows her in the hallway after first block. It’s awkward, yes, to step out of her class and find Sokyung waiting for her with a small, tentative smile, large backpack hunching her over, but Sokyung is quiet and doesn’t follow too closely so Minha doesn’t call attention to it. It could be a coincidence.
Out of her close friends, Minha is the only one without any pet freshmen by choice. Beautiful Lu Xia has too many for her own good, likes referring to them as her “minions” and pawns for her world domination or whatever. Wu Fei’s followers seem drawn in by fear, unaware of her harmless nature. Qiongqiong is admired by clueless boys entranced by her liquid hips, and top student Joori brings in the biggest batch of nerds Minha has ever seen.
Inexperienced Minha isn’t sure how to deal with a freshman. Should she have Sokyung carry her things, like Lu Xia, or just pretend she’s not there, like Wu Fei? Did Sokyung need to be fed and properly groomed like a domestic cat? What about tags? Minha tugs at one of short braids and glances behind to check if Sokyung is still following. She is, standing in the middle of the staircase, positively adorable and unassuming.
“I’m not your only friend, right, kid?” Minha asks, feeling pressured just from the thought.
Luckily, Sokyung shakes her head. “No, but Haejin has a double physics block and Bongyoon is on the third floor most of the day. Also, there’s…,” she twists a lock of her long hair and combs through it repetitively. “I’m trying to avoid my locker right now.”
It explains the backpack. “Trouble?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I can handle it myself, but, um. Later.”
Minha doesn’t understand, but as long as it’s not a threat, it’s not her business. “Well, if you’re gonna follow me around, at least stand beside me,” she orders. Sokyung doesn’t move. Minha grabs her arm and yanks her up the steps, hooking their arms together while they walk. “I hope your next class is up here, too, else you’re gonna be super late.”
It takes a moment for Sokyung to adjust her speed - Lu Xia calls it the “freshman pace” - to match Minha’s. “It is - or, I hope it is. European History with Jeon?” Sokyung fumbles inside a pocket of her backpack to pull out a crumpled schedule and nods.
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“With note cards?”
“Nope. All by memory. And the quiz wasn’t even worth anything.”
“Did she pass?”
“Are you kidding? Qiongqiong can’t remember her own birthday. She bombed four years into it.”
Later before their lunch break, Sokyung finds her again, this time in the most obscure corner of the school building: German language class. Minha doesn’t think it’s simple coincidence anymore. “How’d you know where I was?” she asks and pushes Sokyung in the direction of the cafeteria.
Sokyung pulls another paper from her backpack, one with familiar information on it. “Your sister gave me a copy of your schedule. That’s how I know we have lunch together. She said you wouldn’t mind.”
Probably retribution for denying her from the squad, Minha guesses. “Of course she did. You wouldn’t happen to have my lunch in your giant bag too, would you?” Minha jokes, not that perplexed Sokyung catches it. “I forgot my box at home, duh.”
“Oh. You can have some of mine, if you like. I always cook extra, just in case,” Sokyung offers.
Minha beams. “Really? I - wait, it’s not kimchi, is it?”
“Hm, not this time.”
“I think I might keep you around.”
Chatting with Sokyung easily on their way to the cafeteria makes Minha almost forget the reserved and self-conscious girl she met only a few days ago. Sokyung’s mouth stretches wide over her teeth when she can’t help her mirth, eyes perpetually glimmering with interest in everything Minha says, hands animated when she describes something. The contained energy is refreshing and Minha’s mouth is stretched just as wide.
The energy dulls some when they enter the cafeteria. Sokyung pauses inside, bottom lip caught between her teeth, and she’s running anxious hands through a lock of hair like she had earlier. Minha follows her gaze to a table occupied by Haejin, an unfamiliar girl, and Choyeon, who’s waving wide and excited in Sokyung’s direction.
Minha puts the situation together easily. “Ahh, I see. Choyeon’s the reason you’re avoiding your locker, huh?”
“I don’t think we should discuss it.” Sokyung’s voice is calm opposite her panicked motions.
While she could offer assistance, Minha’s grumbling stomach advises against it. She shrugs and drags distracted Sokyung to her table instead, both sitting at the edge next to frowning Lu Xia already half way through her meal.
“Who’s this?” Lu Xia asks with suspicion, mouth full. Both Minha and Sokyung grimace. “Are you two in some kind of big boob club?”
“Try subtly once in a while.” Minha palms Lu Xia’s chin and shuts her mouth to prevent spray. Sokyung shields her chest with her backpack and begins taking food out, more than someone her size could ever eat. “She’s Do Sokyung, one of the new freshman recruits for the squad. She’s cool.”
But Lu Xia isn’t paying attention to Minha anymore, focused on the boxes of food. “Did you bring kimchi? For me? You shouldn’t have!”
Sokyung smiles in apology. “Sorry, no kimchi.”
Immediately, Lu Xia’s mood drops. “I don’t like her. Pets shouldn’t be allowed at the table, anyway.” She haughtily flips a curl of silver hair from her face.
“You eat like an animal, yet you’re still here,” Minha replies, nodding in thanks for the box Sokyung slides to her.
Lu Xia gasps and wraps her arms around Minha’s bicep. “Don’t be mean to me! You love me!”
“Sokyung?” a deep voice says, deeper than any of them has. Spines crack when the trio turns to the left, then up at the girl towering over them. Lu Xia grumbles about more pets and height, but Minha covers her mouth with a hand.
“Oh. Hello, Choyeon,” Sokyung greets. She’s fiddling with her hair again.
Choyeon bows politely to the three of them, but only looks at Sokyung. “You didn’t go to your locker today. Or, uh. I didn’t catch you there. But I waited for you.”
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“Oh, really?” Choyeon shifts her weight on crooked legs. “That’s cool, me too. I don’t have that much to bring with me yet though, so. Yeah.”
“Yeah.” Silence hangs awkwardly over them for a minute, Choyeon playing with the hem of her skirt, Sokyung twisting nervous braids into her hair. If not for Minha’s hand, Lu Xia surely would’ve blurted something inappropriate by now. “Ah, I almost forgot!” Sokyung grabs one of her boxes of food and hands it to Choyeon. “I brought you lunch, just in case you forgot. Bongyoon told me you like spicy cod stew. Also, th-there’s apricot candy.”
“Woah, you made this for me?” Choyeon turns the box over in her hands, grins manically when Sokyung nods. “Thanks! I already knew you were awesome, but. Woah.”
Sokyung ducks her head so hair covers her obvious flush. “Don’t make a big deal out of it, it was nothing. Any time.”
“I’m going to eat this now, so I’ll see you later?” Choyeon takes a step toward, the kind you take when going in for a hug or something, then stops and walks away. It’s incredibly awkward, and Lu Xia’s laughter comes out loudly when Minha takes her hand away.
Minha doesn’t comment on the exchange. Sokyung isn’t any less embarrassed and starts to defend herself. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not that simple. She and I are…different. Way to different to work.”
As soon as Minha opens her box, Lu Xia stabs into it with her fork, stealing a piece of beef.
“I’ve only known Choyeon for a few days, but she has so much energy, I don’t think I could keep up with her. Not to mention the maturity.”
Minha slaps Lu Xia’s greedy hands away, even when she whines with wide eyes and a childish pout.
“And, this might sound ridiculous, but I’m positive she’s a little, um, insane? She told me she couldn’t wait to be an upperclassman so she could have an army of freshmen pets. Isn’t that ridiculous?”
Like always, Minha is weak and gives in too early, pushing the box of food between the two of them and letting Lu Xia overstuff herself to her heart’s content. Lu Xia beams and presses a kiss to Minha’s cheek.
“You understand, right? I mean, you wouldn’t date someone like that, would you?”
Minha glances at Sokyung, at the pensive way her lips purse, and answers, “Wouldn’t even consider it.”
Weeks pass. Minha is sitting cross-legged on her bed with her letterman jacket on, handheld console in hand and fingers smashing the buttons frantically. Guilty Gear isn’t as fun when Haejin isn’t playing as well, but the computer opponents make for good practice. She’s just finished smashing Bridget into the ground when the doorbell rings. Someone else answers before she can move.
“Sokyung? What’re you doing here?” Minha hears Haejin ask. “We’re not hanging out until later.”
“I know. I’m here to see if your sister’s home.”
“That traitor is so not my sister.” Minha smirks at Haejin’s bitter tone. “What are you, her fan-girl? I’m the prettier one, you should be my fan.”
“Aren’t you Joori’s self-proclaimed ‘favorite pet’?”
“Shut up, that’s different!”
Minha laughs into her jacket sleeve and shuts the game off. Sokyung knocks softly on her bedroom door and Minha calls her in. “You could’ve just texted me and asked if I was home. What if you came all this way and I wasn’t here?”
Sokyung smiles under the immediate scolding. “It’s okay, I was already nearby. I just came from…the library.”
“The library’s nowhere near here, kid.” Minha stands from the bed and pinches Sokyung’s cheek, stretching it taut and releasing. “There’s only one point of interest for you nearby, and it’s definitely not a library. Unless you’ve been reading up on Choyeon’s -.”
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Minha laughs at the obvious deflection and lets it pass. “Yep, and you only have to wait two years until you get your own.”
“Really? That long?”
“Of course! We can’t hand these out to every freshman who might end up quitting before the semester ends. You have to be loyal to the pom-pom.”
Sokyung’s face falls more than Minha expected, and she suspects the jacket isn’t the whole of the reason. “But…you’re a junior now. You’ll be gone be gone in two years. We won’t be able to wear them together.”
And the thought of the future is a bit depressing, Minha realizes. She scrubs her hand through her messy fringe, trying to find a way to lighten Sokyung’s mood. “Hey, how about I let you wear my spare so you don’t have to wait?” She goes to her closet to unhook an identical jacket and tosses it to Sokyung. “My mom ordered an extra just in case. We’re the same size, so it should fit right. Put it on.”
The jacket is an exact fit, though Sokyung’s chest fills it out a little better. Sokyung is considerably happier, twisting her torso to get examine herself in the full-length mirror next to Minha. “Feels like power,” she murmurs. Strangely enough, Minha agrees.
After they pose ridiculously with each other for a few minutes, Minha grins at Sokyung. “I don’t have a picture of you in my phone yet. Wanna take one? Immortalize the power?”
Sokyung is already taking out her phone and throwing an arm over Minha’s shoulders. “What do we say?”
“Pom, of course.” Minha throws up peace signs for the camera. Sokyung snorts.
“Say ‘pom’!”
In case it's not as obvious as I think it is:
Minseok = Minha
Kyungsoo = Sokyung
Lu Han = Lu Xia
Chanyeol = Choyeon
Jongdae = Haejin
Yixing = Qiongqiong
Joonmyun = Joori
Wu Fan = Wu Fei
Baekhyun = Bongyoon
And maknae line is too young.
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Thank you so much for filling this for me. ;A;
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