3 krisho drabbles
these were all originally tweetfics.
bedwarmers.
kris/suho - g - angst - 196 words
family!AU. It's unspoken, but it still hurts.
Joonmyun hides under the covers, looking up at Yifan's peaceful sleeping face. He rarely sees his face when he's awake, so he settles for little glimpses of him in his sleep.
He doesn't comment on the fact that his side of the bed is warm tonight. He doesn't want to think of the possibility that there could be someone else for Yifan, a bed spacer, a replacement while Joonmyun was out neglecting their marriage for his career.
He sniffs the pillows and it all smells like bath gels and a distinct Yifan that lingers all over their home. It smells like home itself, like the warm embrace in Yifan's arms and the dinners that they would cook together in the past and everything that reminds Joonmyun of where he truly belongs.
"I kept your side warm for you. It sucks to lie down on a cold bed," Yifan whispers groggily, and Joonmyun knows he's adding 'alone' in his mind. It's unspoken, but it still hurts.
Joonmyun allows Yifan to pull him closer into the warm embrace in his arms, allows himself to be surrounded by the musk of bath gels and Yifan, just Yifan.
It's enough.
show the lights.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 585 words
"Beijing at night is gorgeous."
Joonmyun's sleep is disturbed by the slight shaking of his bed. He's hoping it's not Zitao because he's a little too tired to be woken up at this time of the night. He rolls over and checks the digital watch on the bedside table. 3:12. Lovely.
The hand that lands on his shoulder is large and warm. That only means one person.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty." The deep voice whispering in the near-silent space sends shivers down Joonmyun's spine. He gets rolled to his back again, staring at the white ceiling and the lights forming contrasting shapes with the shadows.
"I told you not to call me that. And you really shouldn't be awake at this time. You know we still have things to do tomorrow," Joonmyun scolds.
He's surprised when warmth envelops him fully, weight pressing down on his side. Joonmyun feels a nose nuzzle into his hair, kissing his head. "Y-Yifan…"
"Come out to the balcony with me. Beijing at night is gorgeous."
Joonmyun hesitates. They should really be sleeping by now (and Yifan's embrace is really hard to get away from). He slowly pushes Yifan away, holding onto his hand and pulling him up.
Yifan's gummy smile lights up even in the dark and Joonmyun rolls his eyes. He leans his head on Yifan's chest when they meet at the foot of the bed.
With their fingers still interlocked, they walk to the sliding glass door and exit out into the open air of the city. The balcony is small enough and the railing is made of cement so nobody can see them from below.
They lean on the wall and on each other, legs tangling by instinct and hands toying with each other's fingers. The couple spend a few minutes in silence while basking in the dulled-down noise of the city. It's comforting for them to breathe in each other's company and simply be nothing more than two boys hopelessly in love with each other.
"You're stupid," Joonmyun mutters against Yifan's shoulder.
"Thanks?" Yifan chuckles. "What was that for?"
"I don't know. You just are."
"I'm pretty sure I am. But why'd you say that now?"
"Because… you're attractive and all that. A-and in all of the eleven other people in the group, I was the one you gave a damn drunken confession to."
Yifan chuckles at the thought of that night. He had had too much to drink and Joonmyun was the only one nice enough to stay with him while he drank himself to oblivion. Yifan ended up slurring his (previously) well-phrased confession of admiration. Joonmyun had been embarrassed and completely flattered, and he would have responded instantly, but then Yifan passed out and he was forced to give the answer a long time after, when they were both alone in the dorms and Joonmyun finally gave into the temptation to kiss him.
"You're worth it, idiot. As attractive as I am, you're not half-bad either." Joonmyun blushes at his words, burying his face in Yifan's chest again.
They kiss once, twice, three four five times until a particular loud honk from the street below breaks them apart. Joonmyun giggles and stands up, offering Yifan his (comparably smaller) hand. Yifan holds on and pulls himself up.
Even before he gains his balance, Yifan wraps his arms around Joonmyun. Joonmyun fits perfectly there, head tucked right under Yifan's chin. He presses kisses against the taller male's collar bone.
"I love you," Yifan mutters.
"I know. I love you too."
labels.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 166 words
in which Yifan is cheesy, Joonmyun is grumpy and they're cuddling (whether one likes it or not).
"Ugh, Yifan. Get off me."
The long arms only wrap around Joonmyun tighter and Yifan hums in contentment, smiling with his eyes closed. Joonmyun groans. He's going to be late for class, he's going to be late for class he's going to be late for class!
"Nope. Not letting go. We're dating so I have the right to monopolize your time with cuddling."
"No, you're my boyfriend so you should be nice and accommodating and not the reason why my professor will shout at me again for being late!"
Yifan pulls away slightly. His nose brushes Joonmyun's chin as he stops nuzzling his neck for a moment. He smiles widely, lazy grin covering his face and baring his gums for the world to see.
"Boyfriend, eh?"
Joonmyun groans again.
"I just really wanted to hear that."
Yifan kisses him quickly before patting his butt and letting him go. Joonmyun makes a promise never to cuddle with Yifan until he stops teasing him about the "boyfriend" thing.
bedwarmers.
kris/suho - g - angst - 196 words
family!AU. It's unspoken, but it still hurts.
Joonmyun hides under the covers, looking up at Yifan's peaceful sleeping face. He rarely sees his face when he's awake, so he settles for little glimpses of him in his sleep.
He doesn't comment on the fact that his side of the bed is warm tonight. He doesn't want to think of the possibility that there could be someone else for Yifan, a bed spacer, a replacement while Joonmyun was out neglecting their marriage for his career.
He sniffs the pillows and it all smells like bath gels and a distinct Yifan that lingers all over their home. It smells like home itself, like the warm embrace in Yifan's arms and the dinners that they would cook together in the past and everything that reminds Joonmyun of where he truly belongs.
"I kept your side warm for you. It sucks to lie down on a cold bed," Yifan whispers groggily, and Joonmyun knows he's adding 'alone' in his mind. It's unspoken, but it still hurts.
Joonmyun allows Yifan to pull him closer into the warm embrace in his arms, allows himself to be surrounded by the musk of bath gels and Yifan, just Yifan.
It's enough.
show the lights.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 585 words
"Beijing at night is gorgeous."
Joonmyun's sleep is disturbed by the slight shaking of his bed. He's hoping it's not Zitao because he's a little too tired to be woken up at this time of the night. He rolls over and checks the digital watch on the bedside table. 3:12. Lovely.
The hand that lands on his shoulder is large and warm. That only means one person.
"Wake up, sleeping beauty." The deep voice whispering in the near-silent space sends shivers down Joonmyun's spine. He gets rolled to his back again, staring at the white ceiling and the lights forming contrasting shapes with the shadows.
"I told you not to call me that. And you really shouldn't be awake at this time. You know we still have things to do tomorrow," Joonmyun scolds.
He's surprised when warmth envelops him fully, weight pressing down on his side. Joonmyun feels a nose nuzzle into his hair, kissing his head. "Y-Yifan…"
"Come out to the balcony with me. Beijing at night is gorgeous."
Joonmyun hesitates. They should really be sleeping by now (and Yifan's embrace is really hard to get away from). He slowly pushes Yifan away, holding onto his hand and pulling him up.
Yifan's gummy smile lights up even in the dark and Joonmyun rolls his eyes. He leans his head on Yifan's chest when they meet at the foot of the bed.
With their fingers still interlocked, they walk to the sliding glass door and exit out into the open air of the city. The balcony is small enough and the railing is made of cement so nobody can see them from below.
They lean on the wall and on each other, legs tangling by instinct and hands toying with each other's fingers. The couple spend a few minutes in silence while basking in the dulled-down noise of the city. It's comforting for them to breathe in each other's company and simply be nothing more than two boys hopelessly in love with each other.
"You're stupid," Joonmyun mutters against Yifan's shoulder.
"Thanks?" Yifan chuckles. "What was that for?"
"I don't know. You just are."
"I'm pretty sure I am. But why'd you say that now?"
"Because… you're attractive and all that. A-and in all of the eleven other people in the group, I was the one you gave a damn drunken confession to."
Yifan chuckles at the thought of that night. He had had too much to drink and Joonmyun was the only one nice enough to stay with him while he drank himself to oblivion. Yifan ended up slurring his (previously) well-phrased confession of admiration. Joonmyun had been embarrassed and completely flattered, and he would have responded instantly, but then Yifan passed out and he was forced to give the answer a long time after, when they were both alone in the dorms and Joonmyun finally gave into the temptation to kiss him.
"You're worth it, idiot. As attractive as I am, you're not half-bad either." Joonmyun blushes at his words, burying his face in Yifan's chest again.
They kiss once, twice, three four five times until a particular loud honk from the street below breaks them apart. Joonmyun giggles and stands up, offering Yifan his (comparably smaller) hand. Yifan holds on and pulls himself up.
Even before he gains his balance, Yifan wraps his arms around Joonmyun. Joonmyun fits perfectly there, head tucked right under Yifan's chin. He presses kisses against the taller male's collar bone.
"I love you," Yifan mutters.
"I know. I love you too."
labels.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 166 words
in which Yifan is cheesy, Joonmyun is grumpy and they're cuddling (whether one likes it or not).
"Ugh, Yifan. Get off me."
The long arms only wrap around Joonmyun tighter and Yifan hums in contentment, smiling with his eyes closed. Joonmyun groans. He's going to be late for class, he's going to be late for class he's going to be late for class!
"Nope. Not letting go. We're dating so I have the right to monopolize your time with cuddling."
"No, you're my boyfriend so you should be nice and accommodating and not the reason why my professor will shout at me again for being late!"
Yifan pulls away slightly. His nose brushes Joonmyun's chin as he stops nuzzling his neck for a moment. He smiles widely, lazy grin covering his face and baring his gums for the world to see.
"Boyfriend, eh?"
Joonmyun groans again.
"I just really wanted to hear that."
Yifan kisses him quickly before patting his butt and letting him go. Joonmyun makes a promise never to cuddle with Yifan until he stops teasing him about the "boyfriend" thing.