[Drabbles] Méros Déftero (part two)
I am half way there XD
These are the next three drabbles from the Fic Meme Here Enjoy!
the consequence of a mistake 500w. [Changmin/Yoochun]
for: tarwen862003
The night found Changmin standing outside the house, the soles of his shoes sown into the grass, holding him down from moving forward. He knew what was awaiting him inside and he wasn't particularly eager to deal with it.
It wasn't a secret anymore, Jaejoong made sure of that and Changmin wished Jaejoong never entered their lives he wouldn't have brain washed Yoochun into believing he was loyal and his closest confidant and he never would've seduced him behind Yoochun's back. Jaejoong was dangerous and Changmin knew it from the beginning. Why he allowed himself to succumb to his advances and betray Yoochun as he had, he'd never know.
Changmin attempted to take a step closer but couldn't. He didn't want to go in, didn't want to see Yoochun and his tears, didn't want to see him cry. It was like torture, was unbearable to know he was the reason for his sadness but, but he knew he had to go in sometime. He couldn't stand out in the lawn all night, although he was pretty willing to do just that.
With a deep, mind dizzying sigh and a little prayer for strength Changmin forced his feet to move.
He hesitated at the door; he really did want to run away. Running away had always been such a great escape when he was a kid, but he wasn't a kid anymore and his relationship with Yoochun was not of young love over Indian summers. He was in love with Yoochun and happened to get swept up in a moment of weakness.
The house was quiet and very still, as if life had ceased. Changmin set his bag near the door and made his way down the hall carefully.
He found Yoochun sitting on the couch, petting Harang, who he never let on the couch; afraid his dirty paws would ruin the upholstery, he didn't turn his head when he came in like usual and it sounded like Harang was growling at the sight of him.
"Be quiet, Harang," Yoochun scratched behind his ears and continued to stare out of the window, ignoring him.
He couldn't stop himself from saying it even if he tried. "I'm sorry."
Yoochun didn't look at him but Changmin caught the tight clench of his fingers around Harang's fur. "Don't," he shook his head. "Just. Just don't talk to me right now."
He took a couple steps so he could see Yoochun's face. There was nothing, that was worse than tears. "Are you ok?"
Yoochun turned to him slowly and blinked, "Should I be ok?" he asked emptily.
"No."
"You're right. I'm not ok." Yoochun pet Harang's head gently and turned away again. "I packed you a bag," he said quietly.
The world started melting slowly. "Yoochun."
He stood and a leash tumbled from his hands. "Be gone before I get back."
"Yoochun," he begged, taking hold of him.
And Yoochun plucked himself free. "Don't touch me, Changmin," he didn't even look at him, "ever again."
someday it will get better 500w. [Yoochun/Changmin]
for: 0kiwi0
Yoochun finds him in the stacks, the darkest part of the basement where kids who have no friends hang out to hide themselves. He slows his pace to watch him, shoulders hunched over, taking diligent notes in the lamplight.
"What are you doing down here?" Yoochun breaks the silence with a curious whisper.
Changmin doesn't respond, simply continues to look back and forth between text and paper, scribbling.
Yoochun pulls out a chair and sits, leaning on his elbows as he looks over at Changmin's illegible handwriting. "Are you hiding, Changmin?" he asks softly and waits for a response. As he continues in silence Yoochun reaches out and clamps his hand over his, stopping him mid stride.
Changmin looks up and even the shadows cannot hide the darkening bruise around his eye.
"What happened to your face?" he asks him sternly and Changmin bows his head, letting his long hair fall like a curtain over his face.
"I hate this fucking school," he says under his breath and Yoochun can tell that his teeth are clenched together, "now leave me alone," he mutters and begins to write again.
Yoochun sighs and crosses his arms together. "It's not always going to be this bad, you know," Yoochun promises him, even though he knows Changmin isn't listening.
"You always say that," he responds. He is listening to him. "Do you realize you always say that?" he turns to him and Yoochun grimaces at his eye. He reaches over and takes his chin in his hand, tilting it towards the light.
"Are you going to tell me who did this?" he asks, letting his fingertips brush against the tender flesh, Changmin hisses in pain and pulls away.
"That hurts," he snaps but not too meanly, just a little battered, "you know I'm not going to tell you so why do you keep asking?" he looks over his notes again.
Yoochun frowns and reaches out again and plucks the pencil from his fingers. He knows Changmin is about to say something and he shakes his head. "Shut up and just let me," he mutters as he slides their fingers together and holds them tight.
"You're so sappy," Changmin mumbles after a couple moments of silent handholding.
Yoochun smiles and tightens his fingers. "Be quiet," he advises, "aren't you supposed to be studying?" he uses the tips of his other hand to nudge the text book.
Changmin bites his lip. "In a minute," and Yoochun watches with swelling emotion as a small smile appears.
Yoochun grins. "Do you want me to read to you?" he asks him and Changmin nods. "Come on, there's a more comfortable chair in that corner," he stands up slowly.
"Don't let go," Changmin says as he grabs his book and they take a seat far away from everyone else, where it's just the two of them. Changmin settles against him and closes his eyes.
Yoochun makes a promise, in the end, he will never let go and begins to read.
requirement of love, 500w. [Hermione/Draco]
for: night_inscriber
07:45am, great hall, breakfast
"Have you two ever considered chewing your food before swallowing?" Hermione watches them with constrained horror.
Ron and Harry stop almost immediately and blink in her direction. "Have you ever considered minding your business?" Ron snaps, wiping the side of his mouth with the edge of his robe.
She frowns at the yellow stain of egg yoke. "Disgusting."
"Why is Malfoy staring at you?" Harry asks between chewing the honey biscuits and inhaling his bacon.
Hermione glances over her shoulder briefly and catches the intense stare of his grey eyes. "Never mind him," she mutters and waits until the boys are too engrossed in the rest of their food before stealing another glance over her shoulder. Through the wisps of her hair she can see him and he's still staring.
01:37pm, dungeons, potions
"No Ron, it's supposed to be powdered newt not salamander egg! Get a rag, it's spilling!" Hermione jumps back from the black putrid bubbles swelling over the desk. "Stop laughing!" she snaps at both of them and jumps for her wand before it's swallowed by the uncontrollable potion.
"Looks like you're not so much of a genius are you, Muggle?"
Hermione stills at the low treble of his arrogant tone, she won't look at him this time, but watches him walk away with his chin held high and notices how he discreetly scratches at his neck to peek over his shoulder at her.
She also notices he didn't call her mudblood.
07:30pm, great hall, dinner
"Today's been a bit wonky, don't you think?" Ron asks, past his full mouth. He's looking right at her and Hermione rolls her eyes and looks away as she drinks her water. "Malfoy's been acting-"
"Like a Git as usual, Ron," she clips just before he finishes his sentence. "He's a pompous, conceited, arrogant little brat and I'd rather not ruin my dinner speaking about him," she finishes and grabs for a pumpkin tart.
Harry looks at Ron and Ron looks at Harry. They both look at her.
She grabs another pumpkin tart and buries her nose in her book.
12:35am, 7th floor, room of requirements
"You need to call me mudblood," she tells him the moment the door closes and they are safe. Draco rolls his eyes but Hermione cross her arms over her chest stubbornly. "I'm serious. If you stop treating me the same way, people will talk. Ron and Harry-"
"I don't care what Weasley and Potter say, they're a bunch of idiots," he scoffs with a wave of his hand.
Hermione glares at him. "They are my friends," she moves in closer. "They are far more important to me than you are, Malfoy," she leans in, glaring into his haunting eyes.
"I told you to call me, Draco, Granger," he leans in even closer in challenge, so his warm breath brushes against her skin.
Hermione fears he can see the blush sweep her cheeks, but won't back down. "Not until you call me Hermione."
These are the next three drabbles from the Fic Meme Here Enjoy!
the consequence of a mistake 500w. [Changmin/Yoochun]
for: tarwen862003
The night found Changmin standing outside the house, the soles of his shoes sown into the grass, holding him down from moving forward. He knew what was awaiting him inside and he wasn't particularly eager to deal with it.
It wasn't a secret anymore, Jaejoong made sure of that and Changmin wished Jaejoong never entered their lives he wouldn't have brain washed Yoochun into believing he was loyal and his closest confidant and he never would've seduced him behind Yoochun's back. Jaejoong was dangerous and Changmin knew it from the beginning. Why he allowed himself to succumb to his advances and betray Yoochun as he had, he'd never know.
Changmin attempted to take a step closer but couldn't. He didn't want to go in, didn't want to see Yoochun and his tears, didn't want to see him cry. It was like torture, was unbearable to know he was the reason for his sadness but, but he knew he had to go in sometime. He couldn't stand out in the lawn all night, although he was pretty willing to do just that.
With a deep, mind dizzying sigh and a little prayer for strength Changmin forced his feet to move.
He hesitated at the door; he really did want to run away. Running away had always been such a great escape when he was a kid, but he wasn't a kid anymore and his relationship with Yoochun was not of young love over Indian summers. He was in love with Yoochun and happened to get swept up in a moment of weakness.
The house was quiet and very still, as if life had ceased. Changmin set his bag near the door and made his way down the hall carefully.
He found Yoochun sitting on the couch, petting Harang, who he never let on the couch; afraid his dirty paws would ruin the upholstery, he didn't turn his head when he came in like usual and it sounded like Harang was growling at the sight of him.
"Be quiet, Harang," Yoochun scratched behind his ears and continued to stare out of the window, ignoring him.
He couldn't stop himself from saying it even if he tried. "I'm sorry."
Yoochun didn't look at him but Changmin caught the tight clench of his fingers around Harang's fur. "Don't," he shook his head. "Just. Just don't talk to me right now."
He took a couple steps so he could see Yoochun's face. There was nothing, that was worse than tears. "Are you ok?"
Yoochun turned to him slowly and blinked, "Should I be ok?" he asked emptily.
"No."
"You're right. I'm not ok." Yoochun pet Harang's head gently and turned away again. "I packed you a bag," he said quietly.
The world started melting slowly. "Yoochun."
He stood and a leash tumbled from his hands. "Be gone before I get back."
"Yoochun," he begged, taking hold of him.
And Yoochun plucked himself free. "Don't touch me, Changmin," he didn't even look at him, "ever again."
someday it will get better 500w. [Yoochun/Changmin]
for: 0kiwi0
Yoochun finds him in the stacks, the darkest part of the basement where kids who have no friends hang out to hide themselves. He slows his pace to watch him, shoulders hunched over, taking diligent notes in the lamplight.
"What are you doing down here?" Yoochun breaks the silence with a curious whisper.
Changmin doesn't respond, simply continues to look back and forth between text and paper, scribbling.
Yoochun pulls out a chair and sits, leaning on his elbows as he looks over at Changmin's illegible handwriting. "Are you hiding, Changmin?" he asks softly and waits for a response. As he continues in silence Yoochun reaches out and clamps his hand over his, stopping him mid stride.
Changmin looks up and even the shadows cannot hide the darkening bruise around his eye.
"What happened to your face?" he asks him sternly and Changmin bows his head, letting his long hair fall like a curtain over his face.
"I hate this fucking school," he says under his breath and Yoochun can tell that his teeth are clenched together, "now leave me alone," he mutters and begins to write again.
Yoochun sighs and crosses his arms together. "It's not always going to be this bad, you know," Yoochun promises him, even though he knows Changmin isn't listening.
"You always say that," he responds. He is listening to him. "Do you realize you always say that?" he turns to him and Yoochun grimaces at his eye. He reaches over and takes his chin in his hand, tilting it towards the light.
"Are you going to tell me who did this?" he asks, letting his fingertips brush against the tender flesh, Changmin hisses in pain and pulls away.
"That hurts," he snaps but not too meanly, just a little battered, "you know I'm not going to tell you so why do you keep asking?" he looks over his notes again.
Yoochun frowns and reaches out again and plucks the pencil from his fingers. He knows Changmin is about to say something and he shakes his head. "Shut up and just let me," he mutters as he slides their fingers together and holds them tight.
"You're so sappy," Changmin mumbles after a couple moments of silent handholding.
Yoochun smiles and tightens his fingers. "Be quiet," he advises, "aren't you supposed to be studying?" he uses the tips of his other hand to nudge the text book.
Changmin bites his lip. "In a minute," and Yoochun watches with swelling emotion as a small smile appears.
Yoochun grins. "Do you want me to read to you?" he asks him and Changmin nods. "Come on, there's a more comfortable chair in that corner," he stands up slowly.
"Don't let go," Changmin says as he grabs his book and they take a seat far away from everyone else, where it's just the two of them. Changmin settles against him and closes his eyes.
Yoochun makes a promise, in the end, he will never let go and begins to read.
requirement of love, 500w. [Hermione/Draco]
for: night_inscriber
07:45am, great hall, breakfast
"Have you two ever considered chewing your food before swallowing?" Hermione watches them with constrained horror.
Ron and Harry stop almost immediately and blink in her direction. "Have you ever considered minding your business?" Ron snaps, wiping the side of his mouth with the edge of his robe.
She frowns at the yellow stain of egg yoke. "Disgusting."
"Why is Malfoy staring at you?" Harry asks between chewing the honey biscuits and inhaling his bacon.
Hermione glances over her shoulder briefly and catches the intense stare of his grey eyes. "Never mind him," she mutters and waits until the boys are too engrossed in the rest of their food before stealing another glance over her shoulder. Through the wisps of her hair she can see him and he's still staring.
01:37pm, dungeons, potions
"No Ron, it's supposed to be powdered newt not salamander egg! Get a rag, it's spilling!" Hermione jumps back from the black putrid bubbles swelling over the desk. "Stop laughing!" she snaps at both of them and jumps for her wand before it's swallowed by the uncontrollable potion.
"Looks like you're not so much of a genius are you, Muggle?"
Hermione stills at the low treble of his arrogant tone, she won't look at him this time, but watches him walk away with his chin held high and notices how he discreetly scratches at his neck to peek over his shoulder at her.
She also notices he didn't call her mudblood.
07:30pm, great hall, dinner
"Today's been a bit wonky, don't you think?" Ron asks, past his full mouth. He's looking right at her and Hermione rolls her eyes and looks away as she drinks her water. "Malfoy's been acting-"
"Like a Git as usual, Ron," she clips just before he finishes his sentence. "He's a pompous, conceited, arrogant little brat and I'd rather not ruin my dinner speaking about him," she finishes and grabs for a pumpkin tart.
Harry looks at Ron and Ron looks at Harry. They both look at her.
She grabs another pumpkin tart and buries her nose in her book.
12:35am, 7th floor, room of requirements
"You need to call me mudblood," she tells him the moment the door closes and they are safe. Draco rolls his eyes but Hermione cross her arms over her chest stubbornly. "I'm serious. If you stop treating me the same way, people will talk. Ron and Harry-"
"I don't care what Weasley and Potter say, they're a bunch of idiots," he scoffs with a wave of his hand.
Hermione glares at him. "They are my friends," she moves in closer. "They are far more important to me than you are, Malfoy," she leans in, glaring into his haunting eyes.
"I told you to call me, Draco, Granger," he leans in even closer in challenge, so his warm breath brushes against her skin.
Hermione fears he can see the blush sweep her cheeks, but won't back down. "Not until you call me Hermione."