{exo} ask.fm drabbles~
a/n: i'm bored and i've got nothing to update, so here is a collection of drabbles people requested on my ask thus far.
KrisHan dystopian! au
Kris/Luhan, 145w
Luhan is all gentleness, delicate features and ungrudging, sparkling eyes. Everything about him screams that he is an ordinary human, a specie that would be eradicated some day.
Yifan is control, precision, constraint. He is perfect. He can be anything-anyone that he wanted to be, yet being human is not one of those (and that’s what he had wanted the most), because he is everything but human.
Their worlds collide, slide past one another like the earth’s tectonic plates. It’s chaotic, sending the world in turmoil and endless bouts of tremor, but then everything falls into place as the earth continues spinning in its axis, in its orbit around the sun. Everything turns out fine, but then again, they’re not exactly the same anymore.
Because their races are pitted in a war against each other, and nobody could ever be sure about the outcome.
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internet! au
g, 155w
“What’s that.”
“It’s Tumblr.” Jongdae says, not bothering to look up from the screen of his laptop.
“You’re watching porn, aren’t you.” Kyungsoo deadpans as if what Jongdae is doing is a common occurrence in their daily lives. (Well, it probably is)
“No I’m not, I’m blogging”
“Blogging about porn”
“No, I-“
“You most probably are.”
“Do Kyungsoo, if you do not shut up, I’ll post all of your ugly pre-debut pictures on instagram.” Kyungsoo knows Jongdae too well to know when the older male is dead serious or just plain shitting him for the heck of things. He backs off away from the potentially-brewing fight, knowing perfectly well how to pick his fights, but Jongdae’s words echo in his mind and give him an idea.
He creates an instagram account later that night and posts one of Baekhyun's photos that he saw on google whilst searching using the key words "Baekhyun ugly pictures"
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TaoHun assassin! au
Tao/Sehun, 381w
Zitao is poised for the kill, nimble feet moving soundlessly across the lawn of his last victim for the night. He stops dead in his tracks, a figure leaning against the balustrade greeting him with tired eyes and a forced smile.
Kill. Show no mercy. Purge their souls. Be cleansed of all the evil the world has brought upon you with the blood of your enemy.
That is the principle that Zitao has been brought up with, the very same principle that had his clan branded as the family of skillful, mercenaries, ready to kill upon instruction.
But this night was different, ecause he’s facing chocolate brown irises and a worried smile from someone he actually knew, someone who he didn’t expect to come up in his hit list. “Tao? You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?”
And he wants to cry and kick and scream, because all he wants right now is to be Oh Sehun’s savior and not the perpetrator of the crime itself. But no, he was sent here for a different purpose: and that was to kill.
“There’d been a mistake!” he thinks to himself. But he knows this was the right Oh Sehun, and that this was the right apartment, because the records say so. But he also couldn’t bring himself to kill someone he’s just starting to be friends with back at uni (and trying really hard not to grow fond of) whenever he’s not struggling with the living the double life of being a college student and at the same time the youngest assassin assigned to the most influential mafia’s current primo.
But with the responsibility weighing down on his shoulders, it’s go kill or go home.
He repeats the mantra to himself over and over again, reminding himself of what he’s supposed to do. Reminding himself of his identity and his clan’s credibility. His grip on the hilt of his katana tightens, and he unsheathes it, the light from the fluorescent bulb of the apartment glinting wickedly on its edge.
But something happens differently that night, which shouldn’t have been different from all the other nights he’s spent on a killing spree.
He falls down, his sword by his side and his own blood in his hands.
The lights flicker, but nobody screams.
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XiuChen Greek! au
Xiumin/Chen, 374w
Every day, Jongdae would just sit down on his favorite wooden chair by the window overlooking the sea, admiring the way the waves would roll and lap up against the sand, only to drag itself back. He wishes he could be free like that, able to come and go to different places at his own will and not stuck in an island for all eternity’s worth. But he couldn’t because he’s trapped there, able to witness everything change and everyone else come and go as they please, but never being able to leave himself. He wishes for death to claim him already, but the gods would never permit such a generous act, for they know that when he greets the doors of death, it would be with a smile and not regret.
And like most years, another unlucky human the gods decided to play around with is washed up by the shore, more dead than breathing. Jongdae hurries and leaves the comforts of his home, the fine grains of sand finding their way through his sandals as he makes his way to the stranger.
Despite the chapped lips, sun burnt skin and fazed subconscious state that is proof of the hardships he went through during his voyage, Jongdae finds the man attractive. He lets the thought go as soon as it came, choosing to take care of the matter at hand first before anything else.
“I’m Kim Minseok,” the stranger croaks his introduction, eyes still red from the salt water. A tired yet grateful smile graces his features upon regaining consciousness. “Thank you, for saving me.”
Jongdae is surprised, having had been thanked immediately instead of the usual interrogations of “Who are you?”, “Where am I?” and “What do you want with me?” Minseok for sure, was a whole deal different from the other heroes and explorers he had rescued, yet he also knows that like the other shipwrecked sailors, Minseok would someday leave the island to continue his voyage and go back to the family he’s left back home.
But this time, Jongdae dismisses the negative thoughts and only thinks of what they have right now, letting himself be happy even if it’s just for a moment. “I’m Kim Jongdae, and you’re welcome.”
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XiuHun train! au
Xiumin/Sehun, 493
Summary: Minseok tries to cope with his inability to speak, while Sehun struggles with trying to say what he feels.
Sehun covers his face with a calculus textbook, pretending to read it. Even if somebody saw it, nobody tells him it’s upside down as his nose buries further and further within the pages of the book as the imaginary tension in the air strengthens.
The man standing in front of him shifts his weight from one leg to the other, left hand adjusting the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder while his right remains holding on to the metal bar and Sehun jerks upright, almost standing up to offer his seat to the guy but not having the guts to do so.
The train comes to a stop and the door automatically opens. A stream of people struggle to come in as some of the passengers push their way out, sliding in between gaps and unintentionally stepping on feet.
Sehun doesn’t know how, but it feels like fate has decided to give him a chance as the seat beside him is left unoccupied, and the man he’s been eyeing for over a week now goes over and sits beside him. He’s always been watching, waiting for an opportunity to talk to the short guy that had the sex appeal worth ten nuclear bombs yet could transform into a ball of mushy cuteness in split seconds in-between hamster-like smiles and sexy eyebrows rising in confusion.
He isn’t one to make small conversation, for back at school, it’s other people flocking around him and willing them to notice him and not the other way around, but he risks his neck and tries anyway.
The man raises an eyebrow in inquiry, and Sehun is quick to splutter out, “I’m Sehun by the way,” with pathetic excuses of “I’ve been seeing you on this train lately, on my way home. I was wondering whether we go to the same school or live around the same subdivision.” He smiles more in embarrassment at what he’s doing more than anything else, but the man returns his answer with a smile and a name tag being shoved in his direction.
‘Kim Minseok’ is what the small piece of metal attached to a gold safety pin reads, and Sehun doesn’t know why this guy chose to give him his name tag instead of just answering the question directly, until Minseok makes hand gestures that he has no idea of. ‘I can’t speak, but you seem like a nice person.’
If Sehun looks crestfallen, Minseok doesn’t show he notices it because all he does is tap his neck and make even more hand gestures. ‘I may not have a voice, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t understand you, right?’
Sehun doesn’t know what exactly Minseok is saying, but he’s pretty sure he could get the gist of it. He grabs a pen and a notebook that barely has any writings from his bag and hands it over to Minseok.
They could surely find a way to make things work, right?
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killer! au
Kyungsoo-centric, 117w
The smell of death wraps around Kyungsoo's nostrils and the darkness embraces him in its cold depths, but it never engulfs him. With a flick of a wrist and a thwack and a thud, blood splatters all over his white dress shirt. Not a single scream could be heard, because no one is left alive to do such a menial task. He doesn't smile. He doesn't flinch. He just walks out the door, his job done.
This is how this story starts: with the death of seven people in a five star hotel room heavily guarded by trained body guards, situated at the heart of the business section of the city.
But don't worry: it gets better.
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LayHun dancer! au
Sehun/Lay, 332 w
Sehun ignores the riotous beating of his heart, feeling as if it’s even louder than the cheers of the crowd. The steady rhythm of the music’s beats booms in the auditorium, and he looks up in awe at the way his boyfriend dances, captivated by every movement.
Yixing moves in fluid precision, every step accurate and not missing a beat. There’s a soulful feeling in the emotions being portrayed in the dance, and Sehun could feel it, flowing through his nerves and coursing through his veins like wildfire.
The dance ends, and Yixing bows down to the crowd, an ecstatic smile spreading across his face despite the thick beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. Sehun claps hard, proud of the performance the older male gave. His eyes meet Yixing’s, and he is surprise how easily the dancer locates him in the crowd despite the large throng of people surrounding the stage.
Sehun smiles and Yixing doesn’t know if the younger guy is aware of the way the world seems to light up when he smiles, unspoken promises of better tomorrows stuck in between those lips.
Minutes later, Sehun turns when hands grab him on the waist and is greeted by a light peck on the lips. Yixing gives him a blinding smile, sweat still clinging onto his face. “So how was it?” he asks, and Sehun couldn’t think of an answer because his eyes keep following the beads of sweat trailing down Yixing’s neck into his shirt.
“It-it was-“He stutters, having no words to say to describe the performance. “Err… Umm… Superior. Phenomenal.” He almost slaps himself because that came off sounding sarcastic and he blushes deeply in embarrassment, but Yixing knows he’s being sincere.
He pinches his boyfriend’s cheek with adoration. “Such a cutie,” he says, and the younger between the two retaliates by pinching his nose.
“I’m sure you’re going to win. Don’t worry.” Sehun reassures him, and he likes to believe what Sehun said was right.
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het! kaisoo fluff
girl! D.O./Kai, 361 w
Kyungsoo knows that with Jongin, she shouldn’t be surprised, having had known him for more years than she could count in her fingers, unforgettable antics having a special place in a box of memories she’s been keeping in her head. But she still couldn’t help the loud gasp that escapes her lips when the guy hoists her up by the waist and lifts her over his head, until he could place her legs on either side of his shoulders. She’s grateful that she’s chosen to wear shorts that day instead of a skirt.
“What-“ she starts to say in protest, but Jongin cuts her off. “You’ve been tiptoeing since the concert started. It’s starting to annoy me how your height is a big problem here.”
“Why you little twit,” She hits his arm in a not-so-gentle manner. “Jongin, put me down or else I’ll bite your ear off.” She warns him. His whole body is wracked by laughter, and she tries not to think about the fluttery feeling she still gets in her stomach after all this time.
“And risk getting hit in the chin when you try jumping up and down to see them? Never.”
“Fine,” Kyungsoo says in surrender. “Just don’t let me fall, you idiot.”
His grip on her waist is firm, keeping her balanced, but she’s still scared that no one will save her when she falls. Whether her fear is in a metaphorical or literal sense, she isn’t sure anymore.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he assures her. “And if you do fall, I’ll catch you.”
Kyungsoo is thankful that they aren’t facing each other at the moment, because she knows she’ll probably need a portable fan to cool the heat pooling in her cheeks and that seeing the expression on Jongin’s face when he said that could only make her blush even harder.
So she focuses on the band performing in front of her instead, who is currently playing her favorite track from their latest album. She screams a cheer partly to distract herself, but she couldn’t hear her voice - not from the noise of the crowd, but from the wild hammering in her chest.
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femmeslash! TaoHun and bubbletea dates
girl! Sehun/girl! Zitao, 314 w
“Sehunnie, can I-“
“No,” Sehun answers with her usual deadpanned expression. “And stop calling me Sehunnie, you sound like my mom.”
“And nobody cares!” Zitao singsongs and makes a grab for the cup of bubble tea in Sehun’s hand, managing to successfully get a gulp of the drink before the younger one could take could take it back and give her a reprimanding slap on the arm.
“Bitch, go buy your own.” Sehun says, taking a sip using the same straw.
“But Sehunnie, isn’t it sweeter if we drink from the same cup? Sharing is loving, right?” Zitao latches on to her arm, discreetly thinking of ways to take back the cup. But she doesn’t budge, much to Zitao’s chagrin.
But still, Zitao is determined, pouting up at Sehun and willing the other to pity her by making puppy dog eyes at her. She presses her chest closer to Sehun, grip tightening, and the latter almost chokes while drinking, feeling her girlfriend’s breasts against her arm.
Zitao stops the laugh bubbling up in her chest, opting to cackle internally upon seeing Sehun’s blush, and she’s so sure that she’s won this time until Sehun grabs her and gives an open-mouthed kiss, lips still sticky from the drink and tongue tasting like chocolate. She could only respond enthusiastically.
“I’d rather share my saliva than my tea.” Sehun says after as if nothing had happened, breaking the flitting moment of romance blossoming between them. “It tastes better, anyway.”
“You’re gross.” Zitao comments with a laugh, but she holds on to Sehun’s free hand anyway, tugging at her girlfriend’s wrist in a silent suggestion of going somewhere else. Sehun complies with a noncommittal shrug, but she intertwines her fingers with Zitao’s either way as they walk to the shop’s door, being the one to be habitually dragged out as always, unfinished drink in her other hand.
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kaisoo fluff (inspired by Best Luck OST)
Kai/D.O., 290 w
Kyungsoo laughs, breathless panting in between giggles. “Jongin you idiot, slow down! I’m running out of breath!”
Jongin laughs, hand still clamped around Kyungsoo’s wrist as he leads the way, Kyungsoo’s short legs trying to keep up with his long strides. “But admit it, it was fun, right?” he laughs, and Kyungsoo is reminded of when they first met, of bright smiles and shy hellos.
“Well as much as ringing the doorbells of stranger’s houses and running away at the last moment before the owner could hit you with a broom could be considered as fun, yeah, sure.” He answers with a grin. Jongin looks back, and seeing that no one is chasing them now, his pace slows down to a jog, and Kyungsoo follows suit.
“C’mon hyung, give me some credit!” Jongin whines and Kyungsoo could only laugh in response.
It’s in moments like these that go unplanned but end up as one of the memorable ones that remind Kyungsoo of the reason why he’s hold on for so long. He knows it’s a common thing for couples to argue even at the smallest of things, but sometimes he just doesn’t know why he’s here in the first place.
But then Jongin tugs at his wrist and turns back a moment to give him a smile that could make the blooming of flowers during springtime pale in comparison, and he remembers the shy, awkward boy that he so loves despite the differences they have and the occasional clinginess, the smile he’s wearing never disappearing in return for Jongin’s.
They say that nowadays, it’s rare to have someone you love be able to love you in return, but with the looks that they share, Kyungsoo knows that they’re both lucky.
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SuChen shaman king! au
Suho/Chen, 289 w
“This era never fails to amuse me.” Jongdae says, lips quirking up in amusement as he hovers over Junmyeon, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of his laptop, busy watching a video of himself doing some weird freestyle dance in the middle of a busy day at the mall, one that could be played alongside some 70s song.
He cringes internally from the shame of having to be seen in such a public place doing something his guardian ghost is at fault for, a revenge sought for when he chopped some vegetables while Jongdae's spirit was still in his sword. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, considering that his guardian spirit was known for making trouble, even if it was meant to teach the spirit a lesson.
“This isn’t one of the purposes for possessing a shaman, you know.” Junmyeon sighs, knowing he couldn’t seek vengeance upon a spirit. “You know what, once I become the Shaman King, I’ll wish for more wishes so I could waste one on you.”
“Awww, thank you Junmyeon, I’m deeply touched.”
“Then I’ll wish for you to have a physical body so I could punch you in the face anytime I want.”
“Oh please, you want me to have a physical body so you could grope my butt and caress my guns. Admit it, you love me.”
“No Jongdae, not this again.”
“That’s okay, I’m a patient person. It wouldn’t take long for you to kneel in front of me and profess your undying love, anyway.” Jongdae says, and winks at him.
Junmyeon shakes his head, thinking of whether there are other spirits out there like Jongdae. And that if there were, he pities the shamans they’re with.
Maybe they should start a club.
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ChenSoo Blind (블라인드)! au
Chen/D.O. (if you squint really, really hard), 408 w
Jongdae’s eyes turn into slits as he squints and squints and squints some more. He knows that Chanyeol wasn’t the best of their bunch, but he just couldn’t believe what he’s just heard. “So you’re saying that the only witness to the crime is a blind man?”
Chanyeol might have understood the implications of the statement just as it rolled of Jongdae’s tongue and how ridiculous it sounded, but he nodded nonetheless, albeit weakly. “There weren’t any CCTV cameras around the area, and it was late into the night, so no one was passing by. Also, only a few people live around that area, so our options are really narrowed down to a few. I believe he’s our only hope.”
Jongdae’s mouth runs dry. “Does this case even have a chance to be solved, then?” He shakes his head and buries his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes. “How does some blind guy even help us, given that he’s blind? What about the criminal’s identification, physical characteristics-“
“You belittle me too much, Detective Kim. I’m only blind, you know. My other senses aren’t impaired.” an unfamiliar voice interrupts them-small but not weak, firm but definitely not harsh-and Jongdae looks up just in time as a fragile-looking boy with expressive eyes but a blank stare enters his office, a cane in his hand, serving as an extension of his impaired sense. He stops a little ways in front of Chanyeol, who looks a bit befuddled by the sudden interruption, and turns his head to face Jongdae but ends up missing a few inches, looking straight at the window behind the latter without actually seeing.
“Well I didn’t mean to-“ Jongdae clears his throat. Why is he supposed to be the one to apologize? He’s the one who’s in a superior position here, not this guy. “I am a detective; of course I would be the type of man who stands by facts instead of guesses. And I’m not exactly keen on how you’d help us with this case, given your… situation.”
The man clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disappointment and shakes his head, fringe brushing against his forehead and making him look even a lot younger. “I believe we haven’t even met before?” He extends a hand a little ways to Jongdae’s right, eyebrows scrunching up in irritation. “I’m Do Kyungsoo, and I used to be detective, too.”
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Chensoo Blind (블라인드)! au extension
577 w
Chanyeol’s eyes widen, intrigued, disturbed. “You mean to say he killed his own brother?!”
“No!” Junmyeon holds up his hands above his head in frustration. The chief of police nudges his best friend, Jongdae, who’s sitting beside him. “Explain it to the newbie. My head hurts.” He sits back on his chair and covers his eyes with his right hand, breath going shallow as he pretends to sleep. Or maybe he really is sleeping. Jongdae isn’t sure.
Jongdae sighs. “Look, it’s not that Do Kyungsoo killed his own brother. It’s just that he was mainly the reason why he died.”
“But isn’t that the same?” Chanyeol scratches the back of his head.
He receives a sigh from the police that had still been listening despite showing the signs that he was resting and a great amount of side-eyeing from his senior. “Okay, first things first: they met in the orphanage where they lived, so technically they’re not really brothers. And another thing is, Kyungsoo was in his third year in the police academy, while Jongin pursued dance even though he knows his ‘brother’ disapproves.”
“So Kyungsoo killed him because of that?!”
“Dammit, let me finish, will you!”
“Okay, okay. Sorry. Just, chill out man.”
“How the fuck would I chill out,” Jongdae grumbles, but he continues anyway. “So on the night Jongin was going to perform with his friends, Kyungsoo dragged him out and handcuffed him to the car they were in. But then a truck passed by, and they barely avoided it, but Kyungsoo got thrown out of the window from the impact of the swerve, and the van was left on the side of the bridge.”
Jongdae could see it in his mind’s eye, the van teetering along the edge. Jongin screaming out for his brother to help him. And Kyungsoo, bloodied and bruised, trying to stand up, eyes blurry from the concussion he’s received, dragging himself up to help his brother.
But the van falls to the water, and Kyungsoo falls down on the ground, helpless. ‘Splash. Thud.’ It was the end of the line for them.
The door suddenly opens with a loud bang, and Junmyeon’s eyes fly open as someone snaps at them. “Enough of that,” it was Kyungsoo, his eyes black pools of a hidden past. “We still have a case to solve. No more fairy tales.”
‘But it isn’t a fairy tale,’ Jongdae would’ve corrected. ‘It’s a tragedy.’
Chanyeol helps Kyungsoo to sit on the chair he was occupying earlier and leaves, closing the door behind him as gently as he could. Well, if a loud thump counts as gentle, that is.
Junmyeon sits on his chair properly, flustered and conscious even though Kyungsoo doesn’t see him, a habit he’s never gotten rid of ever since he’s gotten into the whole police business. He’d been trained to be formal in dealing with others, especially witnesses, after all. Even one whose credibility he’s not sure about. “Sorry about that,” he says, rubbing his eyes awake. “The rookie asked and-“
Kyungsoo makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. “No, it’s fine. That was in the past. Let’s just get on with this case and finish it.”
Jongdae wonders if it really is fine; if it really was in the past, and that if he’s put it behind him.
He knows that Kyungsoo is blind, but what if the ghost of Jongin’s face is all that he sees in all the darkness?
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Suhan dystopian! au
Suho/Luhan, 411 w
Luhan hugs his knees to his chest and cradles back and forth, back and forth, until he couldn’t remember how much time has passed since he’s been doing that. A shrill scream pierces through the halls from six cells down, and he shouldn’t be bothered by it, except that he still is.
He should be used to it by now, having been held as a prisoner of a war he doesn’t even know how he ended up in for a matter of almost four months now, but every echo of leather hitting skin and iron singing off flesh bounces off the walls that every day the paranoia would set in, no matter how much he tried to contain his fear.
What if he’s next?
Around him, all he hears are the prayers of the people held captive and the pained moans of the terrorized victims, but never a sigh of relief. He wonders when they’ll be able to leave, if they could ever even leave at all, and alive and intact at that. He thinks of how things used to be better back then, of how things could have been better at the present. But despite all the questions in his head, the only answer he gets are droplets of tears coming from his eyes, falling on his grime-streaked knees.
He feels hands wrap around the sides of his head to cover his ears and drown out all the howls of anguish and the whimpers of never-ending misery and looks up to see Junmyeon smiling down at him. It doesn’t bear the brightness of his old smile; now it was only a ghost of what has used to be. But at least it was still there; a blinking, dim light that seems to be ready to sputter out but doesn’t anyway, because it’s still waiting for someone. And maybe if Junmyeon wasn’t there, Luhan would’ve already started to break under the tension and never get back up.
He sniffles, and Junmyeon’s thumb wipes away the tears that have slid down his cheeks. “Everything will be alright.” He says.
“Everything will be alright.” Luhan echoes, repeating it over and over in his head like a mantra just to be able to hold on to something, just so he wouldn’t feel lost in a great expanse of a sea made out of blood.
“Everything will be alright.” Junmyeon repeats, a reassuring sentence in the midst of all the chaos.
Though it hardly is.
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ChanSoo domestic! au
Chanyeol/Kyungsoo, 440 w
Chanyeol is surprised to be awoken from a deep slumber by the feeling of being dragged out of bed at seven in the morning, but then he cracks open his eyes and lets himself be dragged up, seeing as it was Kyungsoo anyways, and not some maniac wanting to kill him.
Knowing the guy, he would’ve been dragged along the floor by the ankle if it was part of the necessary precaution, but that was something that’s happened ages ago, back when they were still only dating.
“But I’m still sleepy,” Chanyeol whines, lanky limbs not faring well with the cute, pouty image he wants to put up. “It’s such an ungodly hour, why did you have to wake me up?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head impatiently, but clearly, he isn’t mad. “You applied for a scholarship grant for music at KNU, right?” It wasn’t an accusation, but rather barely an acknowledgement being brought up in the conversation as casually as one would bring up the topic of the weather. Chanyeol wonders why his husband looks so calm and collected when he’s lied about not being able to submit the application form just because he was scared that he wouldn’t get accepted and wouldn’t want to risk spreading the sadness of the disappointment with the latter, either.
“I-I can explain-“he starts, but Kyungsoo cuts him off with a shake of a head. The smaller man brings out a small, white envelope that had been tucked in the pocket of his striped pajamas, a smile starting to creep up on his face.
“No, you don’t need to. Especially since you got accepted already.” Chanyeol’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he reads the letter for himself to affirm the news. He roars his cheers and lifts his husband up in happiness, engulfing the smaller man in a tight hug.
They break the hug a little while later, Chanyeol’s grin taking up most of his face all the while, still unable to believe such luck. “Congratulations, Park Chanyeol. I guess you finally got it right.”
And even though the rejections from before stung, and the fact that it took him years to get the guts to go back to school and study the craft that he’s always wanted to pursue, all that was nothing compared to the happiness he’s feeling from finally getting what he’s always wanted, with his husband right by his side ready to support him.
In-between stars that shine and empty spaces in unending voids, there lies a dream, tucked along the edges of dust particles and balls of gases; a dream that might be a reality soon enough.
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Domestic Chansoo (feat child Chen and new baby Luhan)
Chanyeol/Kyungsoo, 191 w
Jongdae's smile immediately turns into a pout once he opens the door. "Dad, I said I wanted a new toy. Not a bald alien."
Chanyeol simply chuckles, ruffling the kid's head. "That's not a bald alien, Jongdae. That's your brother."
"His name is Luhan." Kyungsoo announces, coming in with gentle steps, cradling the baby in his arms. He bends down to show the kid his brother, almost kneeling so he could level himself with the six year-old.
Jongdae looks at the baby intently, and lightly pokes his cheek with a tiny finger. The baby, however, is too far in his slumber that he only moves his leg as if to kick, but then stays still again. "But he's too small." Jongdae complains. "Isn't he just like a doll?"
"That's because he's still a baby, Jongdae." Kyungsoo explains, standing up carefully so as to not wake Luhan up.
"A tiny human?"
Chanyeol laughs. "A tiny human without hair, yes."
Jongdae touches his head full of hair, pursing his lips. "I don't want to be a tiny human without hair."
Chanyeol and Kyungsoo share glances, holding in their laughter. If only Jongdae knew.
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Single Jongdae bitching @ Baekyeol
Xiumin/Chen + Baekhyun/Chanyeol, 795 w
single jongdae bitching at baekhyun and chanyeol because they're *SooOOooOooO* happy, and baekhyun sets him up with minseok and jongdae's snarky remarks die on his tongue.
"Hey Baekhyun, do you know what day it is?" is the first thing Jongdae asks his best friend the moment Baekhyun enters the school auditorium, hands intertwined with Chanyeol's and a grin that could outshine the sun's on his face.
Baekhyun slows down his pace but keeps on walking, counting back the days in his head. "Uh... Friday?" he answers, slipping in his chair right next to Jongdae. The auditorium is almost full.
"Friday," Jongdae nods, and Chanyeol takes a seat on Baekhyun's other side. "What a beautiful day, isn't it?" and before Baekhyun could answer, "A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO MIND YA DAMN BUSINESS".
"O...kay?" Baekhyun's eyebrows wrinkle together. "Jeez, what's up with you?"
"What's up with me? WHAT'S UP WITH ME?!" Jongdae half-shrieks, bordering near hysterical that even Chanyeol who usually takes things lightly looks over, worried. His voice echoes throughout the whole auditorium,and everybody turns their heads to look at him. Normally, he'd be embarrassed, but this is one of those days that he just doesn't care because there are more pressing matters than having almost a thousand college students judging you from their seats, and he promptly ignores all the attention. "You set me up on a blind date with a senior, how could I just not say anything about this?" his question is almost a growl instead.
Baekhyun wrinkles his nose. "So you knew."
"You didn't plan on telling me?!" Jongdae blanches at the incredulity of it all. "And I wouldn't have found out if he didn't text me?"
"Go figure."
"But why?" All the unwritten question marks hang themselves in the air. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS."
"Ssh! You're being too noisy!" The girl on the seat in front of Jongdae's scolds them. "The program's about to start."
"Shut up, you don't even go here." He says, and the girl just gapes at him because OMG HE DID NOT JUST QUOTE MEAN GIRLS AT ME.
"Precisely. I'm your friend, so I'm here to ruin your life." Baekhyun doesn't say it's because he's tired of the endless comments Jongdae gives them about being the third wheel and the other snide remarks he usually gives, the last one being "Couple items aren't even really items made just for couples, they're basically buy-one-take-ones for people who aren't single."
"I'll probably end up cutting you to pieces by tomorrow." Jongdae says with a stiff smile.
"Why, don't you trust my taste?"
"Baekhyun, the last time you tried to set me up with a guy, I ended up in the hospital."
"Hey, Zitao's a sensitive guy. You tried to tackle him on the first date."
"I was trying to shake hands with him," Jongdae corrects with the habitual eye roll. "Not strangle him. You guys are overreacting."
Baekhyun shrugs. "Must be a wushu artist thing. But you gotta admit, he's good. I guess you can call him a super high school level--"
"Baekhyun, no." Jongdae deadpans. "My tolerance for your anime references is comparatively similar to how much Kyungsoo will pay just to /not/ hear your breathing."
"Hey guys--" Chanyeol starts, but Jongdae immediately cuts him off with a scowl.
"Not now Chanyeol, we're in the middle of a duel here." And Chanyeol is about to ask why exactly they're having a duel in the first place and what for, and also maybe add "then why aren't you guys in an arena", when a shadow falls over them. There's a light tap on Jongdae's shoulder, shutting him up.
"Hey. You're Jongdae, right? I'm Minseok. The.. uhm... date? Well... You know." He receives a smile filled with pink gums and small teeth from a face that's so far from the nose-picking barbarian that he imagined that he almost falls off his seat. "Anyway, can I sit here?"
"Uh.." All the words that Jongdae has been planting in his mind to say when he finally meets his date ends up lost in a muddle of other thoughts, which may have sounded like, "cute man-child!" and "every oppa's dream come true".
"Yes, he's Jongdae. And yes, you may." Baekhyun manages to save him in the last minute, and he's now torn between wanting to strangle his friend for setting him up on a blind date and hugging him for setting him up on a blind date with Kim Minseok.
Minseok settles down beside Jongdae, and Baekhyun isn't sure if his friend is mortified or just too excited with the prospect of having someone as handsome as Minseok as his date.
"Hey Chanyeol, I've finally got the joke of the year." Baekhyun nudges Chanyeol lightly on the ribs. "It involves Jongdae finally shutting up and not being a bitch for once."
Chanyeol nods, looking thoughtful. "Kim Minseok has his ways."
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Jongdae drunk! au
Chen-centric, 356 w
Jongdae opens his eyes and he blinks. One, two, three. The realization slowly sinks in, and he immediately sits up, eyes wrenched awake and gasping. "WHAT YEAR IS IT??!"
Kyungsoo, who's sitting on his own bed beside Jongdae's takes off the earphones stuck in his ears, looking annoyed. "Shut up Jongdae, you've been talking non-stop in your sleep. Give me a break, will you?" He reprimands his roommate, as if he's the older one between the two of them.
"Sorry," Jongdae mumbles in apology, rubbing his forehead. "What happened last night?"
Kyungsoo grumbles. "Do you even want to know."
"The party at Minseok-hyung's?" Chanyeol, who's been observing his two other roommates flips over on his stomach, a smile tugging on his lips, immediate signs of laughter forming at the sides. "Dude, you fell in the pool last night because you got too drunk."
"I what" Jongdae pales, face blank in disbelief.
"You kept walking and then stopping to ask us where the yellow brick road ends. JONGDAE YOU WERE WALKING ON GRAVEL. ALSO, YOU'RE NOT DOROTHY." Kyungsoo answers for him.
"I don't remember--"
Kyungsoo cuts him off before he could even finish his sentence. "You were /swimming/ in the pool, telling us you'd demonstrate the best way to do a butterfly stroke. But it didn't have any water. Figures how you didn't want to remember any of that."
"But before that, you went ballistic on Jongin because he defeated you in Mario Kart." Chanyeol adds.
"Ah that," Jongdae nods, throat going dry. "I remember that."
"Do you also remember how traumatized the poor kid was." Kyungsoo says, unblinking.
"Hey, Mario Kart is a game to be taken seriously! And he /laughed/ at me! My pride couldn't take any of that!"
Chanyeol stands up from his bed, coming over to pat Jongdae on the shoulder. "Dude, just lay down."
"Go back to sleep Jongdae," Kyungsoo calls. "Maybe the whole world will forget how much of a shameful person you were last night if you stopped showing them your face for days."
Jongdae grunts in response. "Thanks guys. You're the best roommates I could ever wish for."
KrisHan dystopian! au
Kris/Luhan, 145w
Luhan is all gentleness, delicate features and ungrudging, sparkling eyes. Everything about him screams that he is an ordinary human, a specie that would be eradicated some day.
Yifan is control, precision, constraint. He is perfect. He can be anything-anyone that he wanted to be, yet being human is not one of those (and that’s what he had wanted the most), because he is everything but human.
Their worlds collide, slide past one another like the earth’s tectonic plates. It’s chaotic, sending the world in turmoil and endless bouts of tremor, but then everything falls into place as the earth continues spinning in its axis, in its orbit around the sun. Everything turns out fine, but then again, they’re not exactly the same anymore.
Because their races are pitted in a war against each other, and nobody could ever be sure about the outcome.
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internet! au
g, 155w
“What’s that.”
“It’s Tumblr.” Jongdae says, not bothering to look up from the screen of his laptop.
“You’re watching porn, aren’t you.” Kyungsoo deadpans as if what Jongdae is doing is a common occurrence in their daily lives. (Well, it probably is)
“No I’m not, I’m blogging”
“Blogging about porn”
“No, I-“
“You most probably are.”
“Do Kyungsoo, if you do not shut up, I’ll post all of your ugly pre-debut pictures on instagram.” Kyungsoo knows Jongdae too well to know when the older male is dead serious or just plain shitting him for the heck of things. He backs off away from the potentially-brewing fight, knowing perfectly well how to pick his fights, but Jongdae’s words echo in his mind and give him an idea.
He creates an instagram account later that night and posts one of Baekhyun's photos that he saw on google whilst searching using the key words "Baekhyun ugly pictures"
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TaoHun assassin! au
Tao/Sehun, 381w
Zitao is poised for the kill, nimble feet moving soundlessly across the lawn of his last victim for the night. He stops dead in his tracks, a figure leaning against the balustrade greeting him with tired eyes and a forced smile.
Kill. Show no mercy. Purge their souls. Be cleansed of all the evil the world has brought upon you with the blood of your enemy.
That is the principle that Zitao has been brought up with, the very same principle that had his clan branded as the family of skillful, mercenaries, ready to kill upon instruction.
But this night was different, ecause he’s facing chocolate brown irises and a worried smile from someone he actually knew, someone who he didn’t expect to come up in his hit list. “Tao? You’re here to kill me, aren’t you?”
And he wants to cry and kick and scream, because all he wants right now is to be Oh Sehun’s savior and not the perpetrator of the crime itself. But no, he was sent here for a different purpose: and that was to kill.
“There’d been a mistake!” he thinks to himself. But he knows this was the right Oh Sehun, and that this was the right apartment, because the records say so. But he also couldn’t bring himself to kill someone he’s just starting to be friends with back at uni (and trying really hard not to grow fond of) whenever he’s not struggling with the living the double life of being a college student and at the same time the youngest assassin assigned to the most influential mafia’s current primo.
But with the responsibility weighing down on his shoulders, it’s go kill or go home.
He repeats the mantra to himself over and over again, reminding himself of what he’s supposed to do. Reminding himself of his identity and his clan’s credibility. His grip on the hilt of his katana tightens, and he unsheathes it, the light from the fluorescent bulb of the apartment glinting wickedly on its edge.
But something happens differently that night, which shouldn’t have been different from all the other nights he’s spent on a killing spree.
He falls down, his sword by his side and his own blood in his hands.
The lights flicker, but nobody screams.
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XiuChen Greek! au
Xiumin/Chen, 374w
Every day, Jongdae would just sit down on his favorite wooden chair by the window overlooking the sea, admiring the way the waves would roll and lap up against the sand, only to drag itself back. He wishes he could be free like that, able to come and go to different places at his own will and not stuck in an island for all eternity’s worth. But he couldn’t because he’s trapped there, able to witness everything change and everyone else come and go as they please, but never being able to leave himself. He wishes for death to claim him already, but the gods would never permit such a generous act, for they know that when he greets the doors of death, it would be with a smile and not regret.
And like most years, another unlucky human the gods decided to play around with is washed up by the shore, more dead than breathing. Jongdae hurries and leaves the comforts of his home, the fine grains of sand finding their way through his sandals as he makes his way to the stranger.
Despite the chapped lips, sun burnt skin and fazed subconscious state that is proof of the hardships he went through during his voyage, Jongdae finds the man attractive. He lets the thought go as soon as it came, choosing to take care of the matter at hand first before anything else.
“I’m Kim Minseok,” the stranger croaks his introduction, eyes still red from the salt water. A tired yet grateful smile graces his features upon regaining consciousness. “Thank you, for saving me.”
Jongdae is surprised, having had been thanked immediately instead of the usual interrogations of “Who are you?”, “Where am I?” and “What do you want with me?” Minseok for sure, was a whole deal different from the other heroes and explorers he had rescued, yet he also knows that like the other shipwrecked sailors, Minseok would someday leave the island to continue his voyage and go back to the family he’s left back home.
But this time, Jongdae dismisses the negative thoughts and only thinks of what they have right now, letting himself be happy even if it’s just for a moment. “I’m Kim Jongdae, and you’re welcome.”
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XiuHun train! au
Xiumin/Sehun, 493
Summary: Minseok tries to cope with his inability to speak, while Sehun struggles with trying to say what he feels.
Sehun covers his face with a calculus textbook, pretending to read it. Even if somebody saw it, nobody tells him it’s upside down as his nose buries further and further within the pages of the book as the imaginary tension in the air strengthens.
The man standing in front of him shifts his weight from one leg to the other, left hand adjusting the strap of the bag slung over his shoulder while his right remains holding on to the metal bar and Sehun jerks upright, almost standing up to offer his seat to the guy but not having the guts to do so.
The train comes to a stop and the door automatically opens. A stream of people struggle to come in as some of the passengers push their way out, sliding in between gaps and unintentionally stepping on feet.
Sehun doesn’t know how, but it feels like fate has decided to give him a chance as the seat beside him is left unoccupied, and the man he’s been eyeing for over a week now goes over and sits beside him. He’s always been watching, waiting for an opportunity to talk to the short guy that had the sex appeal worth ten nuclear bombs yet could transform into a ball of mushy cuteness in split seconds in-between hamster-like smiles and sexy eyebrows rising in confusion.
He isn’t one to make small conversation, for back at school, it’s other people flocking around him and willing them to notice him and not the other way around, but he risks his neck and tries anyway.
The man raises an eyebrow in inquiry, and Sehun is quick to splutter out, “I’m Sehun by the way,” with pathetic excuses of “I’ve been seeing you on this train lately, on my way home. I was wondering whether we go to the same school or live around the same subdivision.” He smiles more in embarrassment at what he’s doing more than anything else, but the man returns his answer with a smile and a name tag being shoved in his direction.
‘Kim Minseok’ is what the small piece of metal attached to a gold safety pin reads, and Sehun doesn’t know why this guy chose to give him his name tag instead of just answering the question directly, until Minseok makes hand gestures that he has no idea of. ‘I can’t speak, but you seem like a nice person.’
If Sehun looks crestfallen, Minseok doesn’t show he notices it because all he does is tap his neck and make even more hand gestures. ‘I may not have a voice, but that doesn’t mean I couldn’t understand you, right?’
Sehun doesn’t know what exactly Minseok is saying, but he’s pretty sure he could get the gist of it. He grabs a pen and a notebook that barely has any writings from his bag and hands it over to Minseok.
They could surely find a way to make things work, right?
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killer! au
Kyungsoo-centric, 117w
The smell of death wraps around Kyungsoo's nostrils and the darkness embraces him in its cold depths, but it never engulfs him. With a flick of a wrist and a thwack and a thud, blood splatters all over his white dress shirt. Not a single scream could be heard, because no one is left alive to do such a menial task. He doesn't smile. He doesn't flinch. He just walks out the door, his job done.
This is how this story starts: with the death of seven people in a five star hotel room heavily guarded by trained body guards, situated at the heart of the business section of the city.
But don't worry: it gets better.
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LayHun dancer! au
Sehun/Lay, 332 w
Sehun ignores the riotous beating of his heart, feeling as if it’s even louder than the cheers of the crowd. The steady rhythm of the music’s beats booms in the auditorium, and he looks up in awe at the way his boyfriend dances, captivated by every movement.
Yixing moves in fluid precision, every step accurate and not missing a beat. There’s a soulful feeling in the emotions being portrayed in the dance, and Sehun could feel it, flowing through his nerves and coursing through his veins like wildfire.
The dance ends, and Yixing bows down to the crowd, an ecstatic smile spreading across his face despite the thick beads of sweat sliding down his forehead. Sehun claps hard, proud of the performance the older male gave. His eyes meet Yixing’s, and he is surprise how easily the dancer locates him in the crowd despite the large throng of people surrounding the stage.
Sehun smiles and Yixing doesn’t know if the younger guy is aware of the way the world seems to light up when he smiles, unspoken promises of better tomorrows stuck in between those lips.
Minutes later, Sehun turns when hands grab him on the waist and is greeted by a light peck on the lips. Yixing gives him a blinding smile, sweat still clinging onto his face. “So how was it?” he asks, and Sehun couldn’t think of an answer because his eyes keep following the beads of sweat trailing down Yixing’s neck into his shirt.
“It-it was-“He stutters, having no words to say to describe the performance. “Err… Umm… Superior. Phenomenal.” He almost slaps himself because that came off sounding sarcastic and he blushes deeply in embarrassment, but Yixing knows he’s being sincere.
He pinches his boyfriend’s cheek with adoration. “Such a cutie,” he says, and the younger between the two retaliates by pinching his nose.
“I’m sure you’re going to win. Don’t worry.” Sehun reassures him, and he likes to believe what Sehun said was right.
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het! kaisoo fluff
girl! D.O./Kai, 361 w
Kyungsoo knows that with Jongin, she shouldn’t be surprised, having had known him for more years than she could count in her fingers, unforgettable antics having a special place in a box of memories she’s been keeping in her head. But she still couldn’t help the loud gasp that escapes her lips when the guy hoists her up by the waist and lifts her over his head, until he could place her legs on either side of his shoulders. She’s grateful that she’s chosen to wear shorts that day instead of a skirt.
“What-“ she starts to say in protest, but Jongin cuts her off. “You’ve been tiptoeing since the concert started. It’s starting to annoy me how your height is a big problem here.”
“Why you little twit,” She hits his arm in a not-so-gentle manner. “Jongin, put me down or else I’ll bite your ear off.” She warns him. His whole body is wracked by laughter, and she tries not to think about the fluttery feeling she still gets in her stomach after all this time.
“And risk getting hit in the chin when you try jumping up and down to see them? Never.”
“Fine,” Kyungsoo says in surrender. “Just don’t let me fall, you idiot.”
His grip on her waist is firm, keeping her balanced, but she’s still scared that no one will save her when she falls. Whether her fear is in a metaphorical or literal sense, she isn’t sure anymore.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he assures her. “And if you do fall, I’ll catch you.”
Kyungsoo is thankful that they aren’t facing each other at the moment, because she knows she’ll probably need a portable fan to cool the heat pooling in her cheeks and that seeing the expression on Jongin’s face when he said that could only make her blush even harder.
So she focuses on the band performing in front of her instead, who is currently playing her favorite track from their latest album. She screams a cheer partly to distract herself, but she couldn’t hear her voice - not from the noise of the crowd, but from the wild hammering in her chest.
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femmeslash! TaoHun and bubbletea dates
girl! Sehun/girl! Zitao, 314 w
“Sehunnie, can I-“
“No,” Sehun answers with her usual deadpanned expression. “And stop calling me Sehunnie, you sound like my mom.”
“And nobody cares!” Zitao singsongs and makes a grab for the cup of bubble tea in Sehun’s hand, managing to successfully get a gulp of the drink before the younger one could take could take it back and give her a reprimanding slap on the arm.
“Bitch, go buy your own.” Sehun says, taking a sip using the same straw.
“But Sehunnie, isn’t it sweeter if we drink from the same cup? Sharing is loving, right?” Zitao latches on to her arm, discreetly thinking of ways to take back the cup. But she doesn’t budge, much to Zitao’s chagrin.
But still, Zitao is determined, pouting up at Sehun and willing the other to pity her by making puppy dog eyes at her. She presses her chest closer to Sehun, grip tightening, and the latter almost chokes while drinking, feeling her girlfriend’s breasts against her arm.
Zitao stops the laugh bubbling up in her chest, opting to cackle internally upon seeing Sehun’s blush, and she’s so sure that she’s won this time until Sehun grabs her and gives an open-mouthed kiss, lips still sticky from the drink and tongue tasting like chocolate. She could only respond enthusiastically.
“I’d rather share my saliva than my tea.” Sehun says after as if nothing had happened, breaking the flitting moment of romance blossoming between them. “It tastes better, anyway.”
“You’re gross.” Zitao comments with a laugh, but she holds on to Sehun’s free hand anyway, tugging at her girlfriend’s wrist in a silent suggestion of going somewhere else. Sehun complies with a noncommittal shrug, but she intertwines her fingers with Zitao’s either way as they walk to the shop’s door, being the one to be habitually dragged out as always, unfinished drink in her other hand.
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kaisoo fluff (inspired by Best Luck OST)
Kai/D.O., 290 w
Kyungsoo laughs, breathless panting in between giggles. “Jongin you idiot, slow down! I’m running out of breath!”
Jongin laughs, hand still clamped around Kyungsoo’s wrist as he leads the way, Kyungsoo’s short legs trying to keep up with his long strides. “But admit it, it was fun, right?” he laughs, and Kyungsoo is reminded of when they first met, of bright smiles and shy hellos.
“Well as much as ringing the doorbells of stranger’s houses and running away at the last moment before the owner could hit you with a broom could be considered as fun, yeah, sure.” He answers with a grin. Jongin looks back, and seeing that no one is chasing them now, his pace slows down to a jog, and Kyungsoo follows suit.
“C’mon hyung, give me some credit!” Jongin whines and Kyungsoo could only laugh in response.
It’s in moments like these that go unplanned but end up as one of the memorable ones that remind Kyungsoo of the reason why he’s hold on for so long. He knows it’s a common thing for couples to argue even at the smallest of things, but sometimes he just doesn’t know why he’s here in the first place.
But then Jongin tugs at his wrist and turns back a moment to give him a smile that could make the blooming of flowers during springtime pale in comparison, and he remembers the shy, awkward boy that he so loves despite the differences they have and the occasional clinginess, the smile he’s wearing never disappearing in return for Jongin’s.
They say that nowadays, it’s rare to have someone you love be able to love you in return, but with the looks that they share, Kyungsoo knows that they’re both lucky.
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SuChen shaman king! au
Suho/Chen, 289 w
“This era never fails to amuse me.” Jongdae says, lips quirking up in amusement as he hovers over Junmyeon, who’s sitting cross-legged in front of his laptop, busy watching a video of himself doing some weird freestyle dance in the middle of a busy day at the mall, one that could be played alongside some 70s song.
He cringes internally from the shame of having to be seen in such a public place doing something his guardian ghost is at fault for, a revenge sought for when he chopped some vegetables while Jongdae's spirit was still in his sword. Maybe he shouldn't have done that, considering that his guardian spirit was known for making trouble, even if it was meant to teach the spirit a lesson.
“This isn’t one of the purposes for possessing a shaman, you know.” Junmyeon sighs, knowing he couldn’t seek vengeance upon a spirit. “You know what, once I become the Shaman King, I’ll wish for more wishes so I could waste one on you.”
“Awww, thank you Junmyeon, I’m deeply touched.”
“Then I’ll wish for you to have a physical body so I could punch you in the face anytime I want.”
“Oh please, you want me to have a physical body so you could grope my butt and caress my guns. Admit it, you love me.”
“No Jongdae, not this again.”
“That’s okay, I’m a patient person. It wouldn’t take long for you to kneel in front of me and profess your undying love, anyway.” Jongdae says, and winks at him.
Junmyeon shakes his head, thinking of whether there are other spirits out there like Jongdae. And that if there were, he pities the shamans they’re with.
Maybe they should start a club.
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ChenSoo Blind (블라인드)! au
Chen/D.O. (if you squint really, really hard), 408 w
Jongdae’s eyes turn into slits as he squints and squints and squints some more. He knows that Chanyeol wasn’t the best of their bunch, but he just couldn’t believe what he’s just heard. “So you’re saying that the only witness to the crime is a blind man?”
Chanyeol might have understood the implications of the statement just as it rolled of Jongdae’s tongue and how ridiculous it sounded, but he nodded nonetheless, albeit weakly. “There weren’t any CCTV cameras around the area, and it was late into the night, so no one was passing by. Also, only a few people live around that area, so our options are really narrowed down to a few. I believe he’s our only hope.”
Jongdae’s mouth runs dry. “Does this case even have a chance to be solved, then?” He shakes his head and buries his face in his hands, rubbing at his eyes. “How does some blind guy even help us, given that he’s blind? What about the criminal’s identification, physical characteristics-“
“You belittle me too much, Detective Kim. I’m only blind, you know. My other senses aren’t impaired.” an unfamiliar voice interrupts them-small but not weak, firm but definitely not harsh-and Jongdae looks up just in time as a fragile-looking boy with expressive eyes but a blank stare enters his office, a cane in his hand, serving as an extension of his impaired sense. He stops a little ways in front of Chanyeol, who looks a bit befuddled by the sudden interruption, and turns his head to face Jongdae but ends up missing a few inches, looking straight at the window behind the latter without actually seeing.
“Well I didn’t mean to-“ Jongdae clears his throat. Why is he supposed to be the one to apologize? He’s the one who’s in a superior position here, not this guy. “I am a detective; of course I would be the type of man who stands by facts instead of guesses. And I’m not exactly keen on how you’d help us with this case, given your… situation.”
The man clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth in disappointment and shakes his head, fringe brushing against his forehead and making him look even a lot younger. “I believe we haven’t even met before?” He extends a hand a little ways to Jongdae’s right, eyebrows scrunching up in irritation. “I’m Do Kyungsoo, and I used to be detective, too.”
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Chensoo Blind (블라인드)! au extension
577 w
Chanyeol’s eyes widen, intrigued, disturbed. “You mean to say he killed his own brother?!”
“No!” Junmyeon holds up his hands above his head in frustration. The chief of police nudges his best friend, Jongdae, who’s sitting beside him. “Explain it to the newbie. My head hurts.” He sits back on his chair and covers his eyes with his right hand, breath going shallow as he pretends to sleep. Or maybe he really is sleeping. Jongdae isn’t sure.
Jongdae sighs. “Look, it’s not that Do Kyungsoo killed his own brother. It’s just that he was mainly the reason why he died.”
“But isn’t that the same?” Chanyeol scratches the back of his head.
He receives a sigh from the police that had still been listening despite showing the signs that he was resting and a great amount of side-eyeing from his senior. “Okay, first things first: they met in the orphanage where they lived, so technically they’re not really brothers. And another thing is, Kyungsoo was in his third year in the police academy, while Jongin pursued dance even though he knows his ‘brother’ disapproves.”
“So Kyungsoo killed him because of that?!”
“Dammit, let me finish, will you!”
“Okay, okay. Sorry. Just, chill out man.”
“How the fuck would I chill out,” Jongdae grumbles, but he continues anyway. “So on the night Jongin was going to perform with his friends, Kyungsoo dragged him out and handcuffed him to the car they were in. But then a truck passed by, and they barely avoided it, but Kyungsoo got thrown out of the window from the impact of the swerve, and the van was left on the side of the bridge.”
Jongdae could see it in his mind’s eye, the van teetering along the edge. Jongin screaming out for his brother to help him. And Kyungsoo, bloodied and bruised, trying to stand up, eyes blurry from the concussion he’s received, dragging himself up to help his brother.
But the van falls to the water, and Kyungsoo falls down on the ground, helpless. ‘Splash. Thud.’ It was the end of the line for them.
The door suddenly opens with a loud bang, and Junmyeon’s eyes fly open as someone snaps at them. “Enough of that,” it was Kyungsoo, his eyes black pools of a hidden past. “We still have a case to solve. No more fairy tales.”
‘But it isn’t a fairy tale,’ Jongdae would’ve corrected. ‘It’s a tragedy.’
Chanyeol helps Kyungsoo to sit on the chair he was occupying earlier and leaves, closing the door behind him as gently as he could. Well, if a loud thump counts as gentle, that is.
Junmyeon sits on his chair properly, flustered and conscious even though Kyungsoo doesn’t see him, a habit he’s never gotten rid of ever since he’s gotten into the whole police business. He’d been trained to be formal in dealing with others, especially witnesses, after all. Even one whose credibility he’s not sure about. “Sorry about that,” he says, rubbing his eyes awake. “The rookie asked and-“
Kyungsoo makes a dismissive gesture with his hand. “No, it’s fine. That was in the past. Let’s just get on with this case and finish it.”
Jongdae wonders if it really is fine; if it really was in the past, and that if he’s put it behind him.
He knows that Kyungsoo is blind, but what if the ghost of Jongin’s face is all that he sees in all the darkness?
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Suhan dystopian! au
Suho/Luhan, 411 w
Luhan hugs his knees to his chest and cradles back and forth, back and forth, until he couldn’t remember how much time has passed since he’s been doing that. A shrill scream pierces through the halls from six cells down, and he shouldn’t be bothered by it, except that he still is.
He should be used to it by now, having been held as a prisoner of a war he doesn’t even know how he ended up in for a matter of almost four months now, but every echo of leather hitting skin and iron singing off flesh bounces off the walls that every day the paranoia would set in, no matter how much he tried to contain his fear.
What if he’s next?
Around him, all he hears are the prayers of the people held captive and the pained moans of the terrorized victims, but never a sigh of relief. He wonders when they’ll be able to leave, if they could ever even leave at all, and alive and intact at that. He thinks of how things used to be better back then, of how things could have been better at the present. But despite all the questions in his head, the only answer he gets are droplets of tears coming from his eyes, falling on his grime-streaked knees.
He feels hands wrap around the sides of his head to cover his ears and drown out all the howls of anguish and the whimpers of never-ending misery and looks up to see Junmyeon smiling down at him. It doesn’t bear the brightness of his old smile; now it was only a ghost of what has used to be. But at least it was still there; a blinking, dim light that seems to be ready to sputter out but doesn’t anyway, because it’s still waiting for someone. And maybe if Junmyeon wasn’t there, Luhan would’ve already started to break under the tension and never get back up.
He sniffles, and Junmyeon’s thumb wipes away the tears that have slid down his cheeks. “Everything will be alright.” He says.
“Everything will be alright.” Luhan echoes, repeating it over and over in his head like a mantra just to be able to hold on to something, just so he wouldn’t feel lost in a great expanse of a sea made out of blood.
“Everything will be alright.” Junmyeon repeats, a reassuring sentence in the midst of all the chaos.
Though it hardly is.
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ChanSoo domestic! au
Chanyeol/Kyungsoo, 440 w
Chanyeol is surprised to be awoken from a deep slumber by the feeling of being dragged out of bed at seven in the morning, but then he cracks open his eyes and lets himself be dragged up, seeing as it was Kyungsoo anyways, and not some maniac wanting to kill him.
Knowing the guy, he would’ve been dragged along the floor by the ankle if it was part of the necessary precaution, but that was something that’s happened ages ago, back when they were still only dating.
“But I’m still sleepy,” Chanyeol whines, lanky limbs not faring well with the cute, pouty image he wants to put up. “It’s such an ungodly hour, why did you have to wake me up?”
Kyungsoo shakes his head impatiently, but clearly, he isn’t mad. “You applied for a scholarship grant for music at KNU, right?” It wasn’t an accusation, but rather barely an acknowledgement being brought up in the conversation as casually as one would bring up the topic of the weather. Chanyeol wonders why his husband looks so calm and collected when he’s lied about not being able to submit the application form just because he was scared that he wouldn’t get accepted and wouldn’t want to risk spreading the sadness of the disappointment with the latter, either.
“I-I can explain-“he starts, but Kyungsoo cuts him off with a shake of a head. The smaller man brings out a small, white envelope that had been tucked in the pocket of his striped pajamas, a smile starting to creep up on his face.
“No, you don’t need to. Especially since you got accepted already.” Chanyeol’s eyes widen in disbelief, and he reads the letter for himself to affirm the news. He roars his cheers and lifts his husband up in happiness, engulfing the smaller man in a tight hug.
They break the hug a little while later, Chanyeol’s grin taking up most of his face all the while, still unable to believe such luck. “Congratulations, Park Chanyeol. I guess you finally got it right.”
And even though the rejections from before stung, and the fact that it took him years to get the guts to go back to school and study the craft that he’s always wanted to pursue, all that was nothing compared to the happiness he’s feeling from finally getting what he’s always wanted, with his husband right by his side ready to support him.
In-between stars that shine and empty spaces in unending voids, there lies a dream, tucked along the edges of dust particles and balls of gases; a dream that might be a reality soon enough.
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Domestic Chansoo (feat child Chen and new baby Luhan)
Chanyeol/Kyungsoo, 191 w
Jongdae's smile immediately turns into a pout once he opens the door. "Dad, I said I wanted a new toy. Not a bald alien."
Chanyeol simply chuckles, ruffling the kid's head. "That's not a bald alien, Jongdae. That's your brother."
"His name is Luhan." Kyungsoo announces, coming in with gentle steps, cradling the baby in his arms. He bends down to show the kid his brother, almost kneeling so he could level himself with the six year-old.
Jongdae looks at the baby intently, and lightly pokes his cheek with a tiny finger. The baby, however, is too far in his slumber that he only moves his leg as if to kick, but then stays still again. "But he's too small." Jongdae complains. "Isn't he just like a doll?"
"That's because he's still a baby, Jongdae." Kyungsoo explains, standing up carefully so as to not wake Luhan up.
"A tiny human?"
Chanyeol laughs. "A tiny human without hair, yes."
Jongdae touches his head full of hair, pursing his lips. "I don't want to be a tiny human without hair."
Chanyeol and Kyungsoo share glances, holding in their laughter. If only Jongdae knew.
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Single Jongdae bitching @ Baekyeol
Xiumin/Chen + Baekhyun/Chanyeol, 795 w
single jongdae bitching at baekhyun and chanyeol because they're *SooOOooOooO* happy, and baekhyun sets him up with minseok and jongdae's snarky remarks die on his tongue.
"Hey Baekhyun, do you know what day it is?" is the first thing Jongdae asks his best friend the moment Baekhyun enters the school auditorium, hands intertwined with Chanyeol's and a grin that could outshine the sun's on his face.
Baekhyun slows down his pace but keeps on walking, counting back the days in his head. "Uh... Friday?" he answers, slipping in his chair right next to Jongdae. The auditorium is almost full.
"Friday," Jongdae nods, and Chanyeol takes a seat on Baekhyun's other side. "What a beautiful day, isn't it?" and before Baekhyun could answer, "A BEAUTIFUL DAY TO MIND YA DAMN BUSINESS".
"O...kay?" Baekhyun's eyebrows wrinkle together. "Jeez, what's up with you?"
"What's up with me? WHAT'S UP WITH ME?!" Jongdae half-shrieks, bordering near hysterical that even Chanyeol who usually takes things lightly looks over, worried. His voice echoes throughout the whole auditorium,and everybody turns their heads to look at him. Normally, he'd be embarrassed, but this is one of those days that he just doesn't care because there are more pressing matters than having almost a thousand college students judging you from their seats, and he promptly ignores all the attention. "You set me up on a blind date with a senior, how could I just not say anything about this?" his question is almost a growl instead.
Baekhyun wrinkles his nose. "So you knew."
"You didn't plan on telling me?!" Jongdae blanches at the incredulity of it all. "And I wouldn't have found out if he didn't text me?"
"Go figure."
"But why?" All the unwritten question marks hang themselves in the air. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS."
"Ssh! You're being too noisy!" The girl on the seat in front of Jongdae's scolds them. "The program's about to start."
"Shut up, you don't even go here." He says, and the girl just gapes at him because OMG HE DID NOT JUST QUOTE MEAN GIRLS AT ME.
"Precisely. I'm your friend, so I'm here to ruin your life." Baekhyun doesn't say it's because he's tired of the endless comments Jongdae gives them about being the third wheel and the other snide remarks he usually gives, the last one being "Couple items aren't even really items made just for couples, they're basically buy-one-take-ones for people who aren't single."
"I'll probably end up cutting you to pieces by tomorrow." Jongdae says with a stiff smile.
"Why, don't you trust my taste?"
"Baekhyun, the last time you tried to set me up with a guy, I ended up in the hospital."
"Hey, Zitao's a sensitive guy. You tried to tackle him on the first date."
"I was trying to shake hands with him," Jongdae corrects with the habitual eye roll. "Not strangle him. You guys are overreacting."
Baekhyun shrugs. "Must be a wushu artist thing. But you gotta admit, he's good. I guess you can call him a super high school level--"
"Baekhyun, no." Jongdae deadpans. "My tolerance for your anime references is comparatively similar to how much Kyungsoo will pay just to /not/ hear your breathing."
"Hey guys--" Chanyeol starts, but Jongdae immediately cuts him off with a scowl.
"Not now Chanyeol, we're in the middle of a duel here." And Chanyeol is about to ask why exactly they're having a duel in the first place and what for, and also maybe add "then why aren't you guys in an arena", when a shadow falls over them. There's a light tap on Jongdae's shoulder, shutting him up.
"Hey. You're Jongdae, right? I'm Minseok. The.. uhm... date? Well... You know." He receives a smile filled with pink gums and small teeth from a face that's so far from the nose-picking barbarian that he imagined that he almost falls off his seat. "Anyway, can I sit here?"
"Uh.." All the words that Jongdae has been planting in his mind to say when he finally meets his date ends up lost in a muddle of other thoughts, which may have sounded like, "cute man-child!" and "every oppa's dream come true".
"Yes, he's Jongdae. And yes, you may." Baekhyun manages to save him in the last minute, and he's now torn between wanting to strangle his friend for setting him up on a blind date and hugging him for setting him up on a blind date with Kim Minseok.
Minseok settles down beside Jongdae, and Baekhyun isn't sure if his friend is mortified or just too excited with the prospect of having someone as handsome as Minseok as his date.
"Hey Chanyeol, I've finally got the joke of the year." Baekhyun nudges Chanyeol lightly on the ribs. "It involves Jongdae finally shutting up and not being a bitch for once."
Chanyeol nods, looking thoughtful. "Kim Minseok has his ways."
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Jongdae drunk! au
Chen-centric, 356 w
Jongdae opens his eyes and he blinks. One, two, three. The realization slowly sinks in, and he immediately sits up, eyes wrenched awake and gasping. "WHAT YEAR IS IT??!"
Kyungsoo, who's sitting on his own bed beside Jongdae's takes off the earphones stuck in his ears, looking annoyed. "Shut up Jongdae, you've been talking non-stop in your sleep. Give me a break, will you?" He reprimands his roommate, as if he's the older one between the two of them.
"Sorry," Jongdae mumbles in apology, rubbing his forehead. "What happened last night?"
Kyungsoo grumbles. "Do you even want to know."
"The party at Minseok-hyung's?" Chanyeol, who's been observing his two other roommates flips over on his stomach, a smile tugging on his lips, immediate signs of laughter forming at the sides. "Dude, you fell in the pool last night because you got too drunk."
"I what" Jongdae pales, face blank in disbelief.
"You kept walking and then stopping to ask us where the yellow brick road ends. JONGDAE YOU WERE WALKING ON GRAVEL. ALSO, YOU'RE NOT DOROTHY." Kyungsoo answers for him.
"I don't remember--"
Kyungsoo cuts him off before he could even finish his sentence. "You were /swimming/ in the pool, telling us you'd demonstrate the best way to do a butterfly stroke. But it didn't have any water. Figures how you didn't want to remember any of that."
"But before that, you went ballistic on Jongin because he defeated you in Mario Kart." Chanyeol adds.
"Ah that," Jongdae nods, throat going dry. "I remember that."
"Do you also remember how traumatized the poor kid was." Kyungsoo says, unblinking.
"Hey, Mario Kart is a game to be taken seriously! And he /laughed/ at me! My pride couldn't take any of that!"
Chanyeol stands up from his bed, coming over to pat Jongdae on the shoulder. "Dude, just lay down."
"Go back to sleep Jongdae," Kyungsoo calls. "Maybe the whole world will forget how much of a shameful person you were last night if you stopped showing them your face for days."
Jongdae grunts in response. "Thanks guys. You're the best roommates I could ever wish for."