2 krisho drabbles.
we are titanium.
kris/suho - g - fluff - 383 words
in which the leaders buy couple rings and Joonmyun is an embarrassed sap who denies his love for symbolism.
Joonmyun wipes away the last of the makeup on his face and dries his skin with the towel hanging on the rack. He’s still buzzing with excitement after getting the award and going up onstage with his co-leader, his partner, his other half and thanking all of their fans for all of the support they’ve given them. It’s surprising that they actually won against such big competition, but Joonmyun is too tired to even think about it. He’s just happy.
When he walks out of the bathroom, he smiles when he sees Yifan under the blanket with his eyes closed already. He climbs beside him and snuggles up to the other leader, grinning when Yifan automatically pulls him closer and slides an arm around his waist. He giggles when a large hand goes under his shirt and splays its long fingers over his stomach.
He shudders when he feels the cold metal on his belly. “You’re wearing it?”
Joonmyun can feel Yifan’s grin against his neck. “Of course I’m already wearing it. You chose it for me.”
He picks up Joonmyun’s smaller hand and smiles even wider when he sees the metal band on his ring finger. They had impulsively decided to buy rings for themselves for no apparent reason, but Yifan can’t say he doesn’t like how it ties Joonmyun to him in a way, marking him as Yifan’s.
Joonmyun chuckles, kissing Yifan’s knuckles and then the metal band. “It fits you well.”
“You fit me well,” Yifan whispers, and Joonmyun shivers before pushing him away.
“Ugh, god, you’re so cheesy.”
Yifan beams at him before kissing him softly on the lips. “I am, but I’m not the one who bought us titanium bands, aren’t I?”
“They would last forever! I don’t want to waste my money on something that’ll break or rust easily.”
“Lies. You wanted to buy them because you want our love to last forever, just like titanium.”
Joonmyun glares at him before sliding out from under his grip and the blankets and stomping over to the bed on the other side of the room. “You’re sleeping alone tonight.”
Yifan acts outraged. “Hey come on, I’m sorry!”
“No.”
“Please come back?”
“No.”
(Joonmyun crawls into his bed in the middle of the night, instinctively cuddling into his firm embrace.)
the flash of the camera (isn't nearly as bright as your smile).
kris/suho - pg-15 - fluff - implied smut - 621 words
in which Joonmyun is bored, Yifan sucks at taking selcas, and he is also a cheeseball.
Joonmyun’s bored.
Yes, yes. Being part of the EMA is a huge honor that not all artists all over the world, most especially artists from their country, get this opportunity; they’re lucky to even be considered after only a year of being in the industry; yeah, he heard the speech.
But this is so boring and there are a bunch of artists being called and not them. And he can’t even understand half of what they’re saying! They can’t actually expect him to pay attention the entire time, can they?
Joonmyun notices Yifan on his phone, sneakily checking his Weibo (and playing random games while trying to seem cool about losing). He nudges the other leader, smirking when he nearly drops the phone in surprise. Yifan glares at him and goes back to his Weibo.
The more Joonmyun stares at him, the more Yifan sighs. He opens his camera and Joonmyun grins in success. He leans closer to his co-leader, observing his usual gentle smile on the screen before looking at the front camera.
Yifan nearly drops his phone when he tries the press the button.
The shorter male glares at the blurry shot that Yifan got. He snatches the phone away and positions it above them more steadily, angling it to hide Joonmyun’s arm at the side.
Yifan pulls him closer by the waist and keeps his arm there, grinning widely at the camera when it doesn’t show how close their bodies actually are. Joonmyun starts blushing, but the light from the stage naturally hides the pinkish tint of his pale skin.
When he puts down the phone, they huddle over the photo that Joonmyun took. They both look really good, Joonmyun has to admit. Yifan hums beside him and curls his hand around Joonmyun’s waist. The younger male coughs and he suddenly pulls away, chuckling at the blush on his face.
“We look good,” Joonmyun comments.
“Yeah, we do,” Yifan mutters. Joonmyun almost expects him to lean his head on Joonmyun’s shoulder, ignoring the fact that Joonmyun is much shorter and his neck is probably straining because of how much he has to lean down (and look down whenever they’re talking to each other).
But they’re in public and even if these things are like second nature to them, like they can do it without even noticing how their fingers intertwine or how they lean on each other almost all the time, they have to hold things back.
Joonmyun smiles at him. “Make it your wallpaper! We look great here.”
“I look great.” Joonmyun glares at him.
“Even if you crop my face out, it doesn’t matter. I just really like this shot,” Joonmyun pleads. Yifan rolls his eyes and squeezes his hand (until he realizes that his hand wasn’t there a while ago, was it?)
Joonmyun opens his eyes and yawns. The white sheets are tangled up with his legs, barely covering his stomach. He pulls it up and turns to his side, smiling when he sees Yifan face-down with a hand on Joonmyun’s hip. He shivers when the air conditioner swings over to their side of the room, suddenly remembering that he’s naked and so is Yifan.
He grins when he remembers what had happened just a few hours ago.
Joonmyun’s body still feels kind of heavy, so he reaches out for the nearest phone to check if he still has time to laze around and cuddle with Yifan or if he already has to hurry to the showers (maybe with Yifan so they can save time?)
He chokes when he sees his face as soon as he stumbles upon the power button on the phone. Joonmyun looks down at Yifan’s sleeping side profile and mumbles, “Cheeseball.”
kris/suho - g - fluff - 383 words
in which the leaders buy couple rings and Joonmyun is an embarrassed sap who denies his love for symbolism.
Joonmyun wipes away the last of the makeup on his face and dries his skin with the towel hanging on the rack. He’s still buzzing with excitement after getting the award and going up onstage with his co-leader, his partner, his other half and thanking all of their fans for all of the support they’ve given them. It’s surprising that they actually won against such big competition, but Joonmyun is too tired to even think about it. He’s just happy.
When he walks out of the bathroom, he smiles when he sees Yifan under the blanket with his eyes closed already. He climbs beside him and snuggles up to the other leader, grinning when Yifan automatically pulls him closer and slides an arm around his waist. He giggles when a large hand goes under his shirt and splays its long fingers over his stomach.
He shudders when he feels the cold metal on his belly. “You’re wearing it?”
Joonmyun can feel Yifan’s grin against his neck. “Of course I’m already wearing it. You chose it for me.”
He picks up Joonmyun’s smaller hand and smiles even wider when he sees the metal band on his ring finger. They had impulsively decided to buy rings for themselves for no apparent reason, but Yifan can’t say he doesn’t like how it ties Joonmyun to him in a way, marking him as Yifan’s.
Joonmyun chuckles, kissing Yifan’s knuckles and then the metal band. “It fits you well.”
“You fit me well,” Yifan whispers, and Joonmyun shivers before pushing him away.
“Ugh, god, you’re so cheesy.”
Yifan beams at him before kissing him softly on the lips. “I am, but I’m not the one who bought us titanium bands, aren’t I?”
“They would last forever! I don’t want to waste my money on something that’ll break or rust easily.”
“Lies. You wanted to buy them because you want our love to last forever, just like titanium.”
Joonmyun glares at him before sliding out from under his grip and the blankets and stomping over to the bed on the other side of the room. “You’re sleeping alone tonight.”
Yifan acts outraged. “Hey come on, I’m sorry!”
“No.”
“Please come back?”
“No.”
(Joonmyun crawls into his bed in the middle of the night, instinctively cuddling into his firm embrace.)
the flash of the camera (isn't nearly as bright as your smile).
kris/suho - pg-15 - fluff - implied smut - 621 words
in which Joonmyun is bored, Yifan sucks at taking selcas, and he is also a cheeseball.
Joonmyun’s bored.
Yes, yes. Being part of the EMA is a huge honor that not all artists all over the world, most especially artists from their country, get this opportunity; they’re lucky to even be considered after only a year of being in the industry; yeah, he heard the speech.
But this is so boring and there are a bunch of artists being called and not them. And he can’t even understand half of what they’re saying! They can’t actually expect him to pay attention the entire time, can they?
Joonmyun notices Yifan on his phone, sneakily checking his Weibo (and playing random games while trying to seem cool about losing). He nudges the other leader, smirking when he nearly drops the phone in surprise. Yifan glares at him and goes back to his Weibo.
The more Joonmyun stares at him, the more Yifan sighs. He opens his camera and Joonmyun grins in success. He leans closer to his co-leader, observing his usual gentle smile on the screen before looking at the front camera.
Yifan nearly drops his phone when he tries the press the button.
The shorter male glares at the blurry shot that Yifan got. He snatches the phone away and positions it above them more steadily, angling it to hide Joonmyun’s arm at the side.
Yifan pulls him closer by the waist and keeps his arm there, grinning widely at the camera when it doesn’t show how close their bodies actually are. Joonmyun starts blushing, but the light from the stage naturally hides the pinkish tint of his pale skin.
When he puts down the phone, they huddle over the photo that Joonmyun took. They both look really good, Joonmyun has to admit. Yifan hums beside him and curls his hand around Joonmyun’s waist. The younger male coughs and he suddenly pulls away, chuckling at the blush on his face.
“We look good,” Joonmyun comments.
“Yeah, we do,” Yifan mutters. Joonmyun almost expects him to lean his head on Joonmyun’s shoulder, ignoring the fact that Joonmyun is much shorter and his neck is probably straining because of how much he has to lean down (and look down whenever they’re talking to each other).
But they’re in public and even if these things are like second nature to them, like they can do it without even noticing how their fingers intertwine or how they lean on each other almost all the time, they have to hold things back.
Joonmyun smiles at him. “Make it your wallpaper! We look great here.”
“I look great.” Joonmyun glares at him.
“Even if you crop my face out, it doesn’t matter. I just really like this shot,” Joonmyun pleads. Yifan rolls his eyes and squeezes his hand (until he realizes that his hand wasn’t there a while ago, was it?)
Joonmyun opens his eyes and yawns. The white sheets are tangled up with his legs, barely covering his stomach. He pulls it up and turns to his side, smiling when he sees Yifan face-down with a hand on Joonmyun’s hip. He shivers when the air conditioner swings over to their side of the room, suddenly remembering that he’s naked and so is Yifan.
He grins when he remembers what had happened just a few hours ago.
Joonmyun’s body still feels kind of heavy, so he reaches out for the nearest phone to check if he still has time to laze around and cuddle with Yifan or if he already has to hurry to the showers (maybe with Yifan so they can save time?)
He chokes when he sees his face as soon as he stumbles upon the power button on the phone. Joonmyun looks down at Yifan’s sleeping side profile and mumbles, “Cheeseball.”