Ten Genre Meme - Kris/Suho

May 14, 2013 16:03

Title: Ten Genre Meme
Pairing: Kris/Suho
Rating: G to R
Note: This is how the Ten Genre Meme works. And I wrote Kris/Suho because jongina requested it. Also, sorry because this is really unbeta-ed.



angst

yifan watches from afar as junmyeon laughs while he spends his free time with kyungsoo. junmyeon always spends his free time with kyungsoo and the more yifan sees the two together, the more he hates how a few months ago, kyungsoo used to be him.

when kyungsoo tickles junmyeon on the neck, yifan tries to ignore the fact that he knows junmyeon is highly sensitive on his nape. when kyungsoo buys him mango ice cream, yifan wishes he could forget how junmyeon used to whine on him whenever he wants one. when kyungsoo plants a kiss on junmyeon’s lips, yifan hates how those lips used to be his.

au

it is an early morning when junmyeon rushes to the meeting hall, tightly holding a brown folder with a huge red "confidential" printed across it. when he finally reaches his destination, he quickly pushes the door and his eye catches a man in regimental dress seated at one corner of the table, looking at him with calm eyes, although junmyeon can sense the alarm in the atmoshphere that surrounds them.

"what happened, yifan?" junmyeon asks, taking the seat across the other person.

yifan heaves a quick sigh. "your highness, the south has fallen. prince kyungsoo is dead."

crack

one morning, junmyeon wakes up to the smell of pudding. when he opens his eyes, he realizes he does not only wake up to the smell of it. he wakes up to a garden of pudding.

"my lord, you are awake," a familiar man greets him with a bright smile. "yifan," junmyeon mumbles as he gawks at his clothes: his golden brown dress almost camouflaging with the pudding walls and pudding flowers and almost pudding-colored skies. since when did yifan where something as horribly fancy as this?

"yifan what is this?" junmyeon quickly asks, amused and scared at the same time. this must be a dream because the last time he checked, he slept on his bed without any single pudding in his room. if he did bring one in, the pudding could not have possibly multiplied to this amount. and also, yifan does not wear gold nor does he call junmyeon "my lord".

"your highness, i brought you back to puddielandia, this is your kingdom," yifan says plainly as if it's a fact. then to junmyeon's surprise, yifan takes his dress off until he is completely naked. too shocked, junmyeon does not utter a word but he knows he has to stop yifan with whatever he plans to do. he sees the other pick a couple of pudding flower before lying on the other side of the bed, placing on pudding on his abdomen, the other two on his chest l.

"y-yifan!" junmyeon exclaims, pulling his blanket to his face in an attempt to cover his reddening cheeks. "what are you doing? why are you naked! put your clothes back on!"

"no my lord. this is my duty. i have to feed you my lord. please eat these puddings on me," yifan says plainly and slightly imperatively.

junmyeon is torn between laughing and crying. did he just hear it right? yifan wants to "eat" these pudding on him? junmyeon feels his heart explode at the sudden realization of his sexual dreams but how is this happening? just what on earth is happening?

future

junmyeon is shaking, his hand tightly holding onto a metal as he looks at the stage. the crowd has grown ten time fold thirty minutes after he first checked it. he sighs, and he laughs at how his sigh is shaking as well.

he jerks awkwardly though when a hand touches him by the shoulder.

"hey," yifan greets, slightly squeezing his hold on junmyeon's shoulder. "chill bro. we can do this," he says with a smile.

junmyeon looks at him and it does not take too long before he finds himself smiling back at yifan.

"you don't expect me to relax on our first concert okay but thank you," junmyeon says. "yeah. we can do this."

he puts his hand on yifan's.

they can do this. together. they can.

first time

"uhm who leans on who?" junmyeon asks while he fidgets on his seat. yifan blinks.

"i don't really know. maybe me? or--"

junmyeon's face grows redder. "fuck this," he mumbles. he semi-consciously puts both his hands on yifan's face and pulls the other person close to him. he leans and quickly places his lips on yifan's before the other could even finish his yelp of surprise.

fluff

yifan pulls junmyeon closer to him as they snuggle on a small couch, watching tangled for the fifth time this week.

"do you not get tired of this?" yifan asks, his fingers playing with junmyeon's ears.

"that tickles, stop it," junmyeon says irately, shoving the other's hand away. then yifan pouts as he falls silent, letting his arm fall to their side. junmyeon notices and he looks at yifan, slightly tilting his head so they stare at each other's eyes. then junmyeon steals a kiss.

"i don't hate you okay, stop pouting," junmyeon says, smiling.

dark

junmyeon stares, neck craned as he keeps his eyes on the boy who stands by the door of a building behind them.

"yifan," junmyeon calls when the other enters and takes the driver's seat.

"yes?" yifan asks as he turns the key and starts the engine.

"kids aren't allowed inside campuses at this hour right?" junmyeon asks, not pulling his gaze away from the building behind the car.

"no of course," yifan answers promptly. "why?"

junmyeon points his finger at the glass window, poking it repeatedly that it almost made loud tapping noises. yifan turns around.

"you're not seeing a kid from that building, are you?" yifan asks, his voice starting to feel odd and slightly shaky.

junmyeon stares at him as if wondering. "well i did. he moved though."

junmyeon moves his finger, slowly traveling from the back glass to the windshield. he keeps a straight face as he waits for yifan to realize where he is exactly pointing at.

yifan stiffens.

"in front now? he says he likes your face."

hurt/comfort

“i like you,” junmyeon mumbles, biting his lips right after his confession. he fails to hold back his tears because he knows this must be the worst timing to do such.

yifan looks at him, face still red from a minute of fury. whatever the reason is, junmyeon does not know and he knows yifan would not let him know it.

“are you mad?” yifan asks in a very scarily gentle tone. junmyeon does not answer.

“no,” yifan follows quickly.

“but...”

“i don’t like you, junmyeon,” yifan says as if it is the very humane answer he could possibly formulate. “now get out of my room.”

smut

yifan shoves two capsules into junmyeon's mouth and the younger obliges, swallowing them in one gulp. satisfied, yifan grins as he gives junmyeon a quick peck.

"i think that'll give us three rounds tonight," yifan says while he begins unbuttoning junmyeon's polo shirt.

"we can go for six if you want," junmyeon mumbles, palming yifan's crotch by surprise.

ust

junmyeon and yifan lounge at the sofa as they watch an episode of some series about the middle ages. they have seen several sex scenes and yifan is not sure if the air conditioner had died on them or the fan was not turned to maximum. he thinks maybe a glass of water could calm him down.

"hey junmyeon..." yifan trails off as he shifts to slightly move away from junmyeon's bare legs which rests on his. "uhm i think i..."

he cuts himself off when the scene shows a knight giving a certain prince a blowjob. yifan stiffens and he feels the other person do the same. although the scene is not really explicit, it is obviously what they are doing and yifan gulps at how quick he has realized it. junmyeon wearing a wifebeater and boxer shorts is not helping either.

suddenly the cd stops playing and the tv screen pauses to the prince's pleasured face. both of them fall silent.

"that face is...hot," junmyeon comments. yifan's mind just got blown and he is not entirely sure how to take junmyeon's comment.

"yeah. uhm," yifan awkwardly says and he makes a slow nod.

water. he needs water.

"i... washroom break?" junmyeon suggests.

"i think... yeah," yifan agrees. "and water break."

pair!kris/suho, rating!pg, genre!fluff, genre!hurt, genre!ust, rating!g, genre!future, genre!firsttime, genre!au, ten genre meme, rating!pg13, genre!crack, genre!angst, genre!smut, rating!r, genre!dark

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