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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 necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
He's about to start combing through every room he'd had class in that day when Chanyeol reminds him he'd been using it before gym. "Go check the locker rooms," he says, waving Jongdae down the hall. "Meet us at Lu Han's when you've found it."
His hand leaves a sweaty palm print on the knob of the locker room door. It's late, almost five in the afternoon (the tenors went long during practice because he and Baekhyun’d been screwing around), but there's still someone in the shower when Jongdae tiptoes inside. He's rummaging through the depths of the communal locker-one of Chanyeol's dirty socks from fall semester is in here, what the hell-when he turns around and gets an eyeful of. Uh. Jonghee. Fresh from a shower. Dripping wet, in nothing but a towel. Jongdae's pretty sure he's slipped and fallen and hit his head. Or maybe he's dreaming-
But no, that really is her shifting on her feet, bottom lip sucked into her mouth, pink flush creeping up her shoulders.
Jongdae swallows. "Uh," he says. "Why are you-?"
"All the showers in the girls' locker room were taken," she mumbles, sitting down on the bench. Jongdae decidedly does not look at the flash of thigh he gets. "This is more efficient."
"You do this often?"
"Yes."
Jongdae's breath comes out all at once in a loud whoosh. "Uh, okay then. Carry on."
His ears are burning when he sticks his head back into the locker. Baekhyun's muddy soccer cleats, another pair of dirty socks, someone's ripped jersey-
He's so busy trying not to think about the girl that it almost doesn't register when Jonghee speaks up again. "Wah?" he says, and straightens up so fast the back of his head clangs against the top of the locker. "Agh, fuck. Jesus Christ."
Jonghee's blinking at him when he extricates himself and collapses onto the bench. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," he croaks. "What did you say?"
Jonghee fiddles with the edge of her towel. Jongdae watches a rivulet of water drip from her chin, down her neck, and into the cleft of her chest. "You really like me, huh?"
Jongdae pauses from rubbing the tender spot on his head to stare at her. "What makes you say that?"
The corners of Jonghee's mouth lift. "Why else would you recite such a terrible poem in front of the entire school?"
Jongdae grimaces. "I get off on public humiliation?" He straightens up. "Speaking of poetry-I wrote another one. It's called Let Out the Beast, if you want to hear it-"
Jonghee's laughing. Jonghee's laughing and scooting closer to him, there is a hand on his thigh, Jongdae's going to spontaneously combust-"That won’t be necessary," Jonghee says, and her breath skates over Jongdae's lips before she covers them with her own.
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She sticks her hand down his jeans without any sort of self-consciousness, afterward. Jongdae comes embarrassingly fast, with his face tucked into her damp shoulder, and she starts laughing again when he groans.
"This wasn’t, like, a hallucination, right?" he mutters, scrubbing at his eyes as she gets dressed.
"Not if you don't want it to be," she says, amused. She slings her sports bag over her shoulder and gazes at him curiously. "Why did you come back here, anyway? PE was seventh period."
"You know my schedule?" Jongdae asks, kind of delighted. He chuckles at the way her face goes red. "I can't find my phone."
"Ah," she says. She pulls hers out. "Let me call it for you."
Jongdae finds it vibrating inside one of Chanyeol's massive cleats-ugh, gross-and wipes it off on Kyungsoo's gym shorts. "Thank you," he says, craning his head to look at her.
"Anytime," she says. The corners of her eyes crinkle as she smiles.
"What happened to your hair?" Kyungsoo asks when Jongdae slides into the record store, phone in hand.
Chanyeol leans over and gives him a long sniff before Jongdae can move away. "Oh my God. No."
"Really?" says Baekhyun. "She likes short guys?"
"I don't know," Jongdae says, grinning, "but I did get her number."
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ok first of all, fuckin the title yes yes y es i love you a lot
2jong is the ult ship for me and i really didnt think anyone was going to not only fill this, but make it a really really good fill, too!!
ahh everything was so perfect jongdae had absolutely no shame i loved it and also the progression of jonghee,s vague indifference morph into amusement and then :-)
good lord once he went into the lockerroom i was like "yes" and then.,...YES that was very hot omg
sejung so so cute as the best friend and of course jongdae,s sucky friends omggg just *explodes*
im sorry but im just so happy!!! Thank you x3000
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don't apologize!!! i'm so pleased that you liked this :DDD
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I like this very much. The way you worked in wolf and peter pan (i laughed out loud), the drawing, sehun and the shitty non helping friends, how determined Jongdae is, all of it.
You did have my head spinning slightly with how fast he went down but i managed to catch up haha.
(not op)
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