more penis and vagina
wrote this originally for unniesanta, after going through millions of ideas. i have trouble writing them, though.
gdbom
The longer she practices alongside Minji, the more she sees beyond Minji's naturally-built curves and notices the wide eyes, the toothy smile, and the big t-shirts that swallow up her body. It's not like she can ignore Minji's adolescence when it's in front of her almost all the time. In her head, Bom schedules another mile on the treadmill. She excuses herself from practicing, and doesn't receive a complaint that if she'll leave in the middle of dancing, then the debut performance is going to be very unbalanced and their chances of acquiring a huge fan base will be blown. And then she'll have to remind them that her job is to sing, and her mediocre dancing won't really affect their chances.
By luck, or maybe it just happened and there's nothing lucky about it, she almost stubs her toe into a pair of weights gathering dust on the floor. First, she looks at the row of weights on one side of room, noticing the gap between the 20 pounds and the 30 pounds. Then, she looks at the other side of room and sees Jiyong with his back pressed down on the mats. She hesitates to ask, because if she does, he'll tell her that he's exercising. And she'll say he isn't. And he won't talk to her, because he's old-school and uses the silent treatment.
He talks to her first. She's been jogging on the treadmill for 15 minutes, and he indicates how many calories she's burned. "200 calories."
"Yes," Bom huffs. She wipes the sweat off her forehead, but now the sweat is clinging to her knuckles.
"Am I bothering you?"
"Kind of."
"But am I the reason you haven't pressed STOP?"
"Kind of," Bom says, skimming her knuckles on his cap. He falls back on the mat, complaining while holding the oversized cap in front of his half-grin.
we got married's 11-minute couple
Yonghwa intercepts Seohyun in the hallway. Their shoulders bump into each other, and Seohyun stops walking.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he says, half-laughing because sounding angry is a challenge. He always had trouble with it during acting, and being given the good-guy role had helped simmer his anxiety.
“I’m going to wash my face,” Seohyun says, holding up the items in her hand, a cloth and a toothbrush. “I won’t have time for it when I come home.”
“And you’re brushing your teeth?” he asks.
“Yeah, I don’t think I have time to eat anything before going to sleep.”
Yonghwa shoves his hands down his pockets. “Well, why don’t I come with you? I don’t think I have time either.”
She smiles, never giving him a yes or a no. Then she turns her whole body around, and Yonghwa watches the flow of her skirt, wondering if her knees ever get cold from the draft. But Seohyun’s a warrior dragging his imaginary hand in her imaginary hand, leading him down to the bathroom.
Once they’re standing on cold tiles, Yonghwa asks her reflection in the mirror, “Let me borrow your toothbrush.” Realizing what he just said, Yonghwa clasps his hand over his mouth. Seohyun’s fingers are holding her toothbrush tighter, and she’s looking right at him, the real Yonghwa.
“Sorry. I just ask the other guys that sometime. Oh wait, here’s a toothbrush.”
Seohyun stops gripping the toothbrush. The bristles stand up straight again when her hand slides down over the handle. “You share toothbrushes?”
“S-sometimes. We’re guys, you know.”
Yonghwa fills up a cup for them to share. The water gushes out and gets his sleeve wet, but Seohyun says thank you when he balances it on the sink. He forgets about drying his sleeve, and sticks his toothbrush back in his mouth.
They can’t talk to each other for a while with the water sloshing in their mouths, but they use their eyes to signal each other. But then the signals have obviously been misread, and their heads bump when they both spit at the same time.
“I said me first!” Seohyun laughs.
“Oh, I thought you were telling me to go.” Yonghwa looks down into the sink. “Hey, look.”
“At the mixture of our germs and water?” Seohyun asks.
“No. Well, yeah.” Yonghwa scratches the back of his head. “It’s just, don’t you ever imagine married couples brushing their teeth together and spitting into the sink at the same time?”
Seohyun opens her eyes. “I do now.”
the prompt was amnesia. because minho hit his head or something.
hyukho
The grass feels wet under his toes, and Minho picks up his heel, planting his foot against his sweats so that the blades of grass will rub off by themselves. They gather messily on his clothes, but there's a nice woman at his home that picks up his laundry for him. She always returns all his clothes clean to him, and when he tries to pull his wallet out to pay her, she smiles and sticks it back in his pocket for him.
"What's wrong?" a voice snaps him back to attention. Minho takes his eyes off the ground, which is pointless because he can hear Eunhyuk's feet crushing the grass as he walks over.
"The field is wet," Minho answers, staring at Eunhyuk. Sometimes, Eunhyuk does his laundry instead of the lady.
"They just turned off the sprinklers," Eunhyuk grins, wriggling his own toes.
"Grass is going to stick to your feet, too," Minho warns.
"Oh well," Eunhyuk says. He grabs Minho's hand and pulls him along while he walks.
Eunhyuk brings him to a platform made of cushions and an elevated bar. Minho's eyes don't glow at it as much as Eunhyuk's eyes do, but he looks hard at it, trying to find what's so interesting about it. Eunhyuk's arm crosses over his line of sight, pointing up ahead at the bar.
"Did you know that you could jump over it without hitting your head on the bar?" Eunhyuk says. Minho's eyes widen and he imagines himself running towards the bar. But in his head, the imaginary him stops before he can even pick up his feet.
"You must be lying. I've never attempted," Minho says.
"Yes, you have. You've done it probably a million times before," Eunhyuk says, lowering his arm and wrapping it around Minho's shoulder.
"I don't remember," Minho says. They walk together off the field, and Minho can't help but to feel like Eunhyuk's holding him.
"You don't have to remember," Eunhyuk says. "It still doesn't change the fact that you did it."
gdbom
The longer she practices alongside Minji, the more she sees beyond Minji's naturally-built curves and notices the wide eyes, the toothy smile, and the big t-shirts that swallow up her body. It's not like she can ignore Minji's adolescence when it's in front of her almost all the time. In her head, Bom schedules another mile on the treadmill. She excuses herself from practicing, and doesn't receive a complaint that if she'll leave in the middle of dancing, then the debut performance is going to be very unbalanced and their chances of acquiring a huge fan base will be blown. And then she'll have to remind them that her job is to sing, and her mediocre dancing won't really affect their chances.
By luck, or maybe it just happened and there's nothing lucky about it, she almost stubs her toe into a pair of weights gathering dust on the floor. First, she looks at the row of weights on one side of room, noticing the gap between the 20 pounds and the 30 pounds. Then, she looks at the other side of room and sees Jiyong with his back pressed down on the mats. She hesitates to ask, because if she does, he'll tell her that he's exercising. And she'll say he isn't. And he won't talk to her, because he's old-school and uses the silent treatment.
He talks to her first. She's been jogging on the treadmill for 15 minutes, and he indicates how many calories she's burned. "200 calories."
"Yes," Bom huffs. She wipes the sweat off her forehead, but now the sweat is clinging to her knuckles.
"Am I bothering you?"
"Kind of."
"But am I the reason you haven't pressed STOP?"
"Kind of," Bom says, skimming her knuckles on his cap. He falls back on the mat, complaining while holding the oversized cap in front of his half-grin.
we got married's 11-minute couple
Yonghwa intercepts Seohyun in the hallway. Their shoulders bump into each other, and Seohyun stops walking.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he says, half-laughing because sounding angry is a challenge. He always had trouble with it during acting, and being given the good-guy role had helped simmer his anxiety.
“I’m going to wash my face,” Seohyun says, holding up the items in her hand, a cloth and a toothbrush. “I won’t have time for it when I come home.”
“And you’re brushing your teeth?” he asks.
“Yeah, I don’t think I have time to eat anything before going to sleep.”
Yonghwa shoves his hands down his pockets. “Well, why don’t I come with you? I don’t think I have time either.”
She smiles, never giving him a yes or a no. Then she turns her whole body around, and Yonghwa watches the flow of her skirt, wondering if her knees ever get cold from the draft. But Seohyun’s a warrior dragging his imaginary hand in her imaginary hand, leading him down to the bathroom.
Once they’re standing on cold tiles, Yonghwa asks her reflection in the mirror, “Let me borrow your toothbrush.” Realizing what he just said, Yonghwa clasps his hand over his mouth. Seohyun’s fingers are holding her toothbrush tighter, and she’s looking right at him, the real Yonghwa.
“Sorry. I just ask the other guys that sometime. Oh wait, here’s a toothbrush.”
Seohyun stops gripping the toothbrush. The bristles stand up straight again when her hand slides down over the handle. “You share toothbrushes?”
“S-sometimes. We’re guys, you know.”
Yonghwa fills up a cup for them to share. The water gushes out and gets his sleeve wet, but Seohyun says thank you when he balances it on the sink. He forgets about drying his sleeve, and sticks his toothbrush back in his mouth.
They can’t talk to each other for a while with the water sloshing in their mouths, but they use their eyes to signal each other. But then the signals have obviously been misread, and their heads bump when they both spit at the same time.
“I said me first!” Seohyun laughs.
“Oh, I thought you were telling me to go.” Yonghwa looks down into the sink. “Hey, look.”
“At the mixture of our germs and water?” Seohyun asks.
“No. Well, yeah.” Yonghwa scratches the back of his head. “It’s just, don’t you ever imagine married couples brushing their teeth together and spitting into the sink at the same time?”
Seohyun opens her eyes. “I do now.”
the prompt was amnesia. because minho hit his head or something.
hyukho
The grass feels wet under his toes, and Minho picks up his heel, planting his foot against his sweats so that the blades of grass will rub off by themselves. They gather messily on his clothes, but there's a nice woman at his home that picks up his laundry for him. She always returns all his clothes clean to him, and when he tries to pull his wallet out to pay her, she smiles and sticks it back in his pocket for him.
"What's wrong?" a voice snaps him back to attention. Minho takes his eyes off the ground, which is pointless because he can hear Eunhyuk's feet crushing the grass as he walks over.
"The field is wet," Minho answers, staring at Eunhyuk. Sometimes, Eunhyuk does his laundry instead of the lady.
"They just turned off the sprinklers," Eunhyuk grins, wriggling his own toes.
"Grass is going to stick to your feet, too," Minho warns.
"Oh well," Eunhyuk says. He grabs Minho's hand and pulls him along while he walks.
Eunhyuk brings him to a platform made of cushions and an elevated bar. Minho's eyes don't glow at it as much as Eunhyuk's eyes do, but he looks hard at it, trying to find what's so interesting about it. Eunhyuk's arm crosses over his line of sight, pointing up ahead at the bar.
"Did you know that you could jump over it without hitting your head on the bar?" Eunhyuk says. Minho's eyes widen and he imagines himself running towards the bar. But in his head, the imaginary him stops before he can even pick up his feet.
"You must be lying. I've never attempted," Minho says.
"Yes, you have. You've done it probably a million times before," Eunhyuk says, lowering his arm and wrapping it around Minho's shoulder.
"I don't remember," Minho says. They walk together off the field, and Minho can't help but to feel like Eunhyuk's holding him.
"You don't have to remember," Eunhyuk says. "It still doesn't change the fact that you did it."