some stuff i write on twitter
you gave a kick i gave a slap
hajin/kyungjong, do-il/wookyung, pg, fluff
same old, same old.
“What do you think,” Hajin says in reply to Kyungjong’s raised eyebrows as he slides into a bench at the Starbucks on campus, “of course I tanked it.”
Kyungjong choke-snorts in an attempt to hide laughter, and receives a slap on the head. Do-il just smiles and shakes his head, and Jihyuk who’s visiting for the day with Kyungjong in honour of their first major exams chucks the wrapper off his lollipop at Hajin.
“Betcha would tank it too, dumbass,” Hajin sneers at Kyungjong.
“Betcha I wouldn’t,” Kyungjong replies, and withers within a second at Jihyuk’s stare. “Well. Right. Fine. I would. But bet Hajin tanked his worse than I would have.”
“Yah,” Jihyuk shakes his head, “how are you guys going to survive college like that? I mean, I get that Hajin’s in acting, which is nothing like Do-il’s math and statistics, but c’mon. How hard can an acting exam be?”
Hajin balks and kicks Jihyuk on the shin. “Yah, what do you know! The professor doesn’t appreciate my feelings at all. I’m the best in the class, to be quite honest. It’s only because the prof hates me, so I think I tanked it.”
Kyungjong turns to Do-il. “How were yours?”
Do-il just raises his eyebrows lazily, a smile stretching his lips. Hajin is utterly shocked.
“God, dude, how do you do it? This college is fucking killer, and I know people in your course, okay. They died.”
Do-il smiles again, larger this time, the apparent joy overcoming his usual reticence. He slides a lunchbox onto the table, snug in a padded cosy. There’s a post-it on the top, and Wookyung’s handwriting letters out neatly a good luck wish.
Hajin and Kyungjong mime gagging, complete with loud choking sounds. It’s probably the best show of acting Hajin has ever put on.
“There’s even a heart!” Kyungjong points out, and makes to jab at the post-it. Do-il snatches it away before Kyungjong’s soiled finger can make contact.
“Why don’t you make me lunchboxes?” Hajin shoves Kyungjong very indignantly, as though he were entitled to all the lunchboxes in the world. “This is why I tanked my exam, okay?”
Kyungjong looks at him, deadpan. “You can make your own food, lazy bastard.”
“Yeah, I can burn your kitchen to utter rubble.”
“Go away,” Kyungjong replies, and Jihyuk’s laughing into his ramen so hard he almost chokes.
domesticity
do-il/wookyung, pg, fluff
sunday mornings are standard.
"Hey,” Do-il says as he comes up behind Wookyung, his hair tousled. All he smells is rice and kimchi stew and it’s literally the best thing to wake up to, as far as Do-il is concerned.
“Hey yourself,” Wookyung replies, stirring around in a pot on the stove. “Go brush your teeth, breakfast is almost done. You didn’t brush your teeth yesterday, don’t think I didn’t notice. Your mouth stinks, okay. It’s not easy sleeping next to a mouth like -“
Sometimes the best thing to shut Wookyung up is a kiss, so Do-il does just that. She still does that adorable thing where her cheeks go slightly red and she tilts her head down a little in embarrassment, and her fingers still twitch to move to touch her lips. Do-il threads his fingers in hers and smiles, and she takes a second to smile fully back, the shy smile pretty on her lips.
“Yah, I said your mouth stinks, god. Go brush your teeth,” Wookyung replies, and physically shoves Do-il towards the bathroom.
Breakfast is standard, Wookyung chattering about Do-il needing to work on his proposal later and oh we’re out of milk, and did I tell you about the ahjumma down the street that day in the grocery store? Do-il flips through the papers and reads nothing while she talks to Jihyuk on the phone and darns Do-il's socks, as he always does. It’s a little embarrassing sometimes when she catches him off-guard and asks him what’s in the news, but he knows she finds it endearing anyway.
hurricane
sunggyu/woohyun, pg, fluff
based on this 'hurricane' prompt on letterstocrushes that i'm too lazy to find lawl
Sunggyu was never built to do this.
He was meant to train, debut, sing. Be a fantastic singer, yup. Lead a team, sure. Even dance well, check. Not… get hit in the face by a hurricane.
A Woohyun-shaped hurricane.
So he probably shouldn’t be waxing poetic right now and comparing Woohyun to a hurricane and his feelings for Woohyun as amazing and beautiful and like the sunshine breaking over the dawn - but cut him some slack, okay. He’s not in the most rational states of mind at the moment. He’s in love with his bandmate.
That’s pretty shitty, for the record.
No, seriously. Woohyun is ridiculous. Woohyun wears all these stupid things on stage and even stupider nothings at home, like he doesn’t know what his body does to people. (Okay, he does, Sunggyu reasons. Stupid cocky bastard.) Woohyun does all these stupid aegyo things at home in an attempt to make people laugh and if Sunggyu’s really honest, he loves that sort of shit. It’s not really his fault he’s a sucker, okay. Woohyun also lets Sunggyu have the last mouthful of ramyun. Wakes the members up first so Sunggyu has more time to sleep. Makes fucking folded eggs for Sunggyu.
It’s shitty, because these things are just fucking unfair and Sunggyu needs to stop with all these ridiculous hurricane feelings. They make him weak in the knees, for god’s sake.
And they also earn him a lot of trouble from Hoya. He really doesn’t need to hear that he’s a sucker every time Woohyun’s out of earshot.
>:(, Sunggyu thinks.
hard life
woohyun/sunggyu, nc-17, crack
woohyun knows it firsthand.
"ew, hyung," sungyeol says, a look of utter distate on his face. "go somewhere private."
woohyun whips his head from the screen, currently showing sunggyu's because, to look at sungyeol. "what?"
sungyeol frowns, and casts a very obvious glance at woohyun's crotch. "we're on right after this for paradise. just thought you should know," sungyeol continues with a little grin, and skips out of the door.
woohyun looks down, and - oh shit.
he's kind of stumped, because paradise is the stage right after and these leather pants were already ridiculously tight and fuck, he thinks, fuck all of the people who thought it was a good idea for sunggyu to perform because with that stupid mic stand. he could've just done a ballad like considerate, kind woohyun, but no. of course not. sunggyu's speciality is ruining lives. woohyun thinks that should be on his idol profile, to be honest. sunggyu could probably perform it on star king.
so, well, it gives him a reason to drag sunggyu into one of the locked rooms and suck him off like an expert right after the debrief with the ceo ends because a half-erection is not at all comfortable to deal with throughout a concert. he's got first-hand experience right here.
2woo genderswitch
woohyun/dongwoo, pg, crack
jeal - wait. (lulz i might continue this)
woohyun hates dongwoo. of course she does. dongwoo is beautiful, smart, and nice to a fault. where does she get off? woohyun's... woohyun's -
she doesn't even know. she can't say prettier, because dongwoo is actually gorgeous. dongwoo gets better grades than woohyun does, because dongwoo actually studies. and dongwoo is way nicer. she helps puny freshmen find their way to class. woohyun throws their love letters into the trash.
so woohyun hates dongwoo. dongwoo is pretty much perfect and woohyun just can't compete. never mind the fact that dongwoo's nothing but nice to her: smiles at her whenever they pass in the corridors, lent her an extra pair of tights when woohyun's had a run, and even shared her lunch with woohyun that one time when woohyun forgot. just -
it's not fair that dongwoo goes and does things like that to make woohyun fall in love with her. it's just - not fair. woohyun finds a little annoyed pout on her face every time she thinks of dongwoo.
hajin/kyungjong, do-il/wookyung, pg, fluff
same old, same old.
“What do you think,” Hajin says in reply to Kyungjong’s raised eyebrows as he slides into a bench at the Starbucks on campus, “of course I tanked it.”
Kyungjong choke-snorts in an attempt to hide laughter, and receives a slap on the head. Do-il just smiles and shakes his head, and Jihyuk who’s visiting for the day with Kyungjong in honour of their first major exams chucks the wrapper off his lollipop at Hajin.
“Betcha would tank it too, dumbass,” Hajin sneers at Kyungjong.
“Betcha I wouldn’t,” Kyungjong replies, and withers within a second at Jihyuk’s stare. “Well. Right. Fine. I would. But bet Hajin tanked his worse than I would have.”
“Yah,” Jihyuk shakes his head, “how are you guys going to survive college like that? I mean, I get that Hajin’s in acting, which is nothing like Do-il’s math and statistics, but c’mon. How hard can an acting exam be?”
Hajin balks and kicks Jihyuk on the shin. “Yah, what do you know! The professor doesn’t appreciate my feelings at all. I’m the best in the class, to be quite honest. It’s only because the prof hates me, so I think I tanked it.”
Kyungjong turns to Do-il. “How were yours?”
Do-il just raises his eyebrows lazily, a smile stretching his lips. Hajin is utterly shocked.
“God, dude, how do you do it? This college is fucking killer, and I know people in your course, okay. They died.”
Do-il smiles again, larger this time, the apparent joy overcoming his usual reticence. He slides a lunchbox onto the table, snug in a padded cosy. There’s a post-it on the top, and Wookyung’s handwriting letters out neatly a good luck wish.
Hajin and Kyungjong mime gagging, complete with loud choking sounds. It’s probably the best show of acting Hajin has ever put on.
“There’s even a heart!” Kyungjong points out, and makes to jab at the post-it. Do-il snatches it away before Kyungjong’s soiled finger can make contact.
“Why don’t you make me lunchboxes?” Hajin shoves Kyungjong very indignantly, as though he were entitled to all the lunchboxes in the world. “This is why I tanked my exam, okay?”
Kyungjong looks at him, deadpan. “You can make your own food, lazy bastard.”
“Yeah, I can burn your kitchen to utter rubble.”
“Go away,” Kyungjong replies, and Jihyuk’s laughing into his ramen so hard he almost chokes.
domesticity
do-il/wookyung, pg, fluff
sunday mornings are standard.
"Hey,” Do-il says as he comes up behind Wookyung, his hair tousled. All he smells is rice and kimchi stew and it’s literally the best thing to wake up to, as far as Do-il is concerned.
“Hey yourself,” Wookyung replies, stirring around in a pot on the stove. “Go brush your teeth, breakfast is almost done. You didn’t brush your teeth yesterday, don’t think I didn’t notice. Your mouth stinks, okay. It’s not easy sleeping next to a mouth like -“
Sometimes the best thing to shut Wookyung up is a kiss, so Do-il does just that. She still does that adorable thing where her cheeks go slightly red and she tilts her head down a little in embarrassment, and her fingers still twitch to move to touch her lips. Do-il threads his fingers in hers and smiles, and she takes a second to smile fully back, the shy smile pretty on her lips.
“Yah, I said your mouth stinks, god. Go brush your teeth,” Wookyung replies, and physically shoves Do-il towards the bathroom.
Breakfast is standard, Wookyung chattering about Do-il needing to work on his proposal later and oh we’re out of milk, and did I tell you about the ahjumma down the street that day in the grocery store? Do-il flips through the papers and reads nothing while she talks to Jihyuk on the phone and darns Do-il's socks, as he always does. It’s a little embarrassing sometimes when she catches him off-guard and asks him what’s in the news, but he knows she finds it endearing anyway.
hurricane
sunggyu/woohyun, pg, fluff
based on this 'hurricane' prompt on letterstocrushes that i'm too lazy to find lawl
Sunggyu was never built to do this.
He was meant to train, debut, sing. Be a fantastic singer, yup. Lead a team, sure. Even dance well, check. Not… get hit in the face by a hurricane.
A Woohyun-shaped hurricane.
So he probably shouldn’t be waxing poetic right now and comparing Woohyun to a hurricane and his feelings for Woohyun as amazing and beautiful and like the sunshine breaking over the dawn - but cut him some slack, okay. He’s not in the most rational states of mind at the moment. He’s in love with his bandmate.
That’s pretty shitty, for the record.
No, seriously. Woohyun is ridiculous. Woohyun wears all these stupid things on stage and even stupider nothings at home, like he doesn’t know what his body does to people. (Okay, he does, Sunggyu reasons. Stupid cocky bastard.) Woohyun does all these stupid aegyo things at home in an attempt to make people laugh and if Sunggyu’s really honest, he loves that sort of shit. It’s not really his fault he’s a sucker, okay. Woohyun also lets Sunggyu have the last mouthful of ramyun. Wakes the members up first so Sunggyu has more time to sleep. Makes fucking folded eggs for Sunggyu.
It’s shitty, because these things are just fucking unfair and Sunggyu needs to stop with all these ridiculous hurricane feelings. They make him weak in the knees, for god’s sake.
And they also earn him a lot of trouble from Hoya. He really doesn’t need to hear that he’s a sucker every time Woohyun’s out of earshot.
>:(, Sunggyu thinks.
hard life
woohyun/sunggyu, nc-17, crack
woohyun knows it firsthand.
"ew, hyung," sungyeol says, a look of utter distate on his face. "go somewhere private."
woohyun whips his head from the screen, currently showing sunggyu's because, to look at sungyeol. "what?"
sungyeol frowns, and casts a very obvious glance at woohyun's crotch. "we're on right after this for paradise. just thought you should know," sungyeol continues with a little grin, and skips out of the door.
woohyun looks down, and - oh shit.
he's kind of stumped, because paradise is the stage right after and these leather pants were already ridiculously tight and fuck, he thinks, fuck all of the people who thought it was a good idea for sunggyu to perform because with that stupid mic stand. he could've just done a ballad like considerate, kind woohyun, but no. of course not. sunggyu's speciality is ruining lives. woohyun thinks that should be on his idol profile, to be honest. sunggyu could probably perform it on star king.
so, well, it gives him a reason to drag sunggyu into one of the locked rooms and suck him off like an expert right after the debrief with the ceo ends because a half-erection is not at all comfortable to deal with throughout a concert. he's got first-hand experience right here.
2woo genderswitch
woohyun/dongwoo, pg, crack
jeal - wait. (lulz i might continue this)
woohyun hates dongwoo. of course she does. dongwoo is beautiful, smart, and nice to a fault. where does she get off? woohyun's... woohyun's -
she doesn't even know. she can't say prettier, because dongwoo is actually gorgeous. dongwoo gets better grades than woohyun does, because dongwoo actually studies. and dongwoo is way nicer. she helps puny freshmen find their way to class. woohyun throws their love letters into the trash.
so woohyun hates dongwoo. dongwoo is pretty much perfect and woohyun just can't compete. never mind the fact that dongwoo's nothing but nice to her: smiles at her whenever they pass in the corridors, lent her an extra pair of tights when woohyun's had a run, and even shared her lunch with woohyun that one time when woohyun forgot. just -
it's not fair that dongwoo goes and does things like that to make woohyun fall in love with her. it's just - not fair. woohyun finds a little annoyed pout on her face every time she thinks of dongwoo.