君は僕の傍にいるから、それだけでいい。
∞ fanservice (behind the scenes)
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Fluff; PG-13; 373 words
! this was originally posted on tumblr; i just got this edited so i'm posting this here for safekeeping ;w;
“Despite having the ‘cool’ image, you really are mindful of your fans, aren’t you?” the petite young lad says to the golden-haired older male, whose handsome face is steeling with coldness and decorated with bushy brows.
“Well, an idol’s career depends on how well he satisfies his fans, right?” the other male answers the younger one.
And all of a sudden, like a bulb whose warm light flushes the darkness away, a smirk begins to surface on the older male’s usually stony face.
“Don’t tell me. You couldn’t possibly be… Are you jealous?”
The younger male’s face glows beet red. In an attempt to hide his flustered face, he distracts the blond male’s gaze by moving his hand in a fanning motion.
“Oh no, I’m just… I’m just making sure that my members are well loved by both the members and the fans. It’s my job as the guardian - as the leader, after all.”
The blond male tilts his head, implying a ‘Stop lying to me, Junmyeon. Just tell me the truth because I know the truth already but I just want to hear it from you’ expression.
“There is nothing for me to be jealous of,” the petite male insists.
The blond male moves forward to approach the petite male, clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth, and notices how the younger male trembles upon his first step. And because he is tall, his shadow looms confidently over the younger male’s lithe figure.
But the latter gazes at the former’s eyes strongly, his arms stuck to his sides and his fists tightly closed.
The blond leans down, and the younger male stiffens.
“You don’t have to put up a cute show for me, you know. All you have to do is ask,” he whispers into the younger’s ear as he slides an arm into the latter’s waist. The younger male feels his own breath hitch upon the older male’s touch.
Junmyeon lets out a satisfied whimper as he feels a familiar pair of lips glide against his own. And as Yifan continues to hush his mewls with expert movements of his tongue, Junmyeon assures himself one thing.
Perhaps he doesn’t really need to ask just to get what he wants.
∞ you are enough for me (just as you are)
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Fluff; PG; 822 words
☆ dedicated to kira_min18, for the countless reasons I wish I can enumerate ♡
They sit beside each other. Yifan is occupying the seat next to the window, randomly bobbing his head to the upbeat music being emitted by his headphones, and Junmyeon is busying himself with his iPad.
Junmyeon’s fingers swipe through the smooth surface of the screen as he browses through the schedules that their managers have arranged for their group. Tapping his fingers at the side of the rectangular device, his mind counts the events when the twelve of them would go together, while his ears listen to a song by Bruno Mars that is amplified by his own headset.
Yifan is quite restless, shifting almost every minute from his seat and this annoys Junmyeon slightly. But being the gentle and headstrong leader that he is, Junmyeon maintains his composure. He doesn’t raise his head to look at the other leader, and instead, continues to pretend to be occupied by modern technology.
A few seconds later, without any warning, Yifan quickly removes his headphones, dangling them around his neck as he casually leans and rests his head on Junmyeon's shoulder, with his face turned towards the mirror.
Yifan still continues to adjust his body on his seat, all the while not leaving his head on Junmyeon's lithe shoulder.
Junmyeon tries not to let the other leader know that he is irritated at his fidgety movements, although he really wants to tell him not to move too much. And so he resumes looking at the digital screen on his lap, feigning his irritability at the other leader's restlessness.
But all of a sudden, Junmyeon realizes something. He lowers the volume of his device before lightly patting the older male's wrist to call his attention.
“Yifan?”
“Hmmm...?”
“I don't think you should lean on me...?”
“Why?”
“Uhm... Because...”
“Am I that heavy?”
“No.”
“Then what's wrong?”
Yifan sits up, running his fingers through his hair, clearing any strand from his eyes, as he faces Junmyeon with a strong gaze.
“I just.... I don't think my shoulders are... You know... Soft enough for your comfort,” the younger leader answers him in a barely audible voice.
But Yifan hears him nonetheless. And so, the older male lets out a hearty laugh, making Junmyeon’s ears turn into a deeper shade of pink.
With eyes still curved into happy crescents and sheer amusement painting his lips, Yifan leans towards Junmyeon, resuming the comfortable position he had earlier: his head resting on Junmyeon's tiny shoulder.
“It doesn't matter,” Yifan says at the moment when he is done laughing. “I'm comfortable as long as it's you.”
“But Yifan?”
“Same argument, Suho-sshi?”
Junmyeon bites his lower lip at the instant Yifan calls him by his stage name.
They made a promise that when it is just the two of them, they would drop the honorifics and call each other by their real names. And he knows that when Yifan breaks this rule, it’s better not to press on.
Yifan lifts his head up and looks at the younger leader, in such a way that his chin is resting on the edge of the latter's shoulder, enough for the younger to turn and know that his face is just a few centimeters away from his own.
“When we get back to our dorms, I'm going to make you eat a lot so you'd puff up like a soft fluffy pillow and then you'd be more comfortable with me leaning on your shoulder.”
The air that escapes Yifan's lips in between his words, tickles the tip of Junmyeon's nose. This makes the younger hold his breath, and the older lad grins triumphantly at the former's silence.
“Although I really don't mind about how you are right now. You are perfect just as you are,” Yifan tells him in a soft voice before pressing his cheek back on the younger leader's shoulder. The older lad closes his eyes, quietly grabbing Junmyeon's wrist and entwining their fingers tightly. He feels the former's breathing slowly becoming steady, indicating that he has fallen asleep.
Junmyeon grins contentedly to nobody in particular but himself. Using his free hand, he lowers the volume of his iPad, almost muting it. Flips the cover of his iPad case close and secures it on his lap.
Junmyeon reaches out to grab Yifan's other hand and squeezes it.
He tilts his head towards Yifan's direction, feeling the older male's hair strands brush softly against his sensitive neck.
He listens to the faint yet rhythmic pattern of Yifan's breathing on his ear.
He closes his eyes as he allows the other leader's words to finally sink in his mind.
And perhaps, his soul.
The silence that follows makes him think that perhaps, Yifan is right. Perhaps, he is just enough for Yifan.
Small and fragile that he is, he is enough for Yifan.
And perhaps, they both can stay like this together, the way they currently are. Just like this, comfortably next to each other.
● my heartfelt thanks to anyajulia unnie, for being the ever wonderful beta reader of these two drabbles, and once again, for her concrit ;w;
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Fluff; PG-13; 373 words
! this was originally posted on tumblr; i just got this edited so i'm posting this here for safekeeping ;w;
“Despite having the ‘cool’ image, you really are mindful of your fans, aren’t you?” the petite young lad says to the golden-haired older male, whose handsome face is steeling with coldness and decorated with bushy brows.
“Well, an idol’s career depends on how well he satisfies his fans, right?” the other male answers the younger one.
And all of a sudden, like a bulb whose warm light flushes the darkness away, a smirk begins to surface on the older male’s usually stony face.
“Don’t tell me. You couldn’t possibly be… Are you jealous?”
The younger male’s face glows beet red. In an attempt to hide his flustered face, he distracts the blond male’s gaze by moving his hand in a fanning motion.
“Oh no, I’m just… I’m just making sure that my members are well loved by both the members and the fans. It’s my job as the guardian - as the leader, after all.”
The blond male tilts his head, implying a ‘Stop lying to me, Junmyeon. Just tell me the truth because I know the truth already but I just want to hear it from you’ expression.
“There is nothing for me to be jealous of,” the petite male insists.
The blond male moves forward to approach the petite male, clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth, and notices how the younger male trembles upon his first step. And because he is tall, his shadow looms confidently over the younger male’s lithe figure.
But the latter gazes at the former’s eyes strongly, his arms stuck to his sides and his fists tightly closed.
The blond leans down, and the younger male stiffens.
“You don’t have to put up a cute show for me, you know. All you have to do is ask,” he whispers into the younger’s ear as he slides an arm into the latter’s waist. The younger male feels his own breath hitch upon the older male’s touch.
Junmyeon lets out a satisfied whimper as he feels a familiar pair of lips glide against his own. And as Yifan continues to hush his mewls with expert movements of his tongue, Junmyeon assures himself one thing.
Perhaps he doesn’t really need to ask just to get what he wants.
∞ you are enough for me (just as you are)
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Fluff; PG; 822 words
☆ dedicated to kira_min18, for the countless reasons I wish I can enumerate ♡
They sit beside each other. Yifan is occupying the seat next to the window, randomly bobbing his head to the upbeat music being emitted by his headphones, and Junmyeon is busying himself with his iPad.
Junmyeon’s fingers swipe through the smooth surface of the screen as he browses through the schedules that their managers have arranged for their group. Tapping his fingers at the side of the rectangular device, his mind counts the events when the twelve of them would go together, while his ears listen to a song by Bruno Mars that is amplified by his own headset.
Yifan is quite restless, shifting almost every minute from his seat and this annoys Junmyeon slightly. But being the gentle and headstrong leader that he is, Junmyeon maintains his composure. He doesn’t raise his head to look at the other leader, and instead, continues to pretend to be occupied by modern technology.
A few seconds later, without any warning, Yifan quickly removes his headphones, dangling them around his neck as he casually leans and rests his head on Junmyeon's shoulder, with his face turned towards the mirror.
Yifan still continues to adjust his body on his seat, all the while not leaving his head on Junmyeon's lithe shoulder.
Junmyeon tries not to let the other leader know that he is irritated at his fidgety movements, although he really wants to tell him not to move too much. And so he resumes looking at the digital screen on his lap, feigning his irritability at the other leader's restlessness.
But all of a sudden, Junmyeon realizes something. He lowers the volume of his device before lightly patting the older male's wrist to call his attention.
“Yifan?”
“Hmmm...?”
“I don't think you should lean on me...?”
“Why?”
“Uhm... Because...”
“Am I that heavy?”
“No.”
“Then what's wrong?”
Yifan sits up, running his fingers through his hair, clearing any strand from his eyes, as he faces Junmyeon with a strong gaze.
“I just.... I don't think my shoulders are... You know... Soft enough for your comfort,” the younger leader answers him in a barely audible voice.
But Yifan hears him nonetheless. And so, the older male lets out a hearty laugh, making Junmyeon’s ears turn into a deeper shade of pink.
With eyes still curved into happy crescents and sheer amusement painting his lips, Yifan leans towards Junmyeon, resuming the comfortable position he had earlier: his head resting on Junmyeon's tiny shoulder.
“It doesn't matter,” Yifan says at the moment when he is done laughing. “I'm comfortable as long as it's you.”
“But Yifan?”
“Same argument, Suho-sshi?”
Junmyeon bites his lower lip at the instant Yifan calls him by his stage name.
They made a promise that when it is just the two of them, they would drop the honorifics and call each other by their real names. And he knows that when Yifan breaks this rule, it’s better not to press on.
Yifan lifts his head up and looks at the younger leader, in such a way that his chin is resting on the edge of the latter's shoulder, enough for the younger to turn and know that his face is just a few centimeters away from his own.
“When we get back to our dorms, I'm going to make you eat a lot so you'd puff up like a soft fluffy pillow and then you'd be more comfortable with me leaning on your shoulder.”
The air that escapes Yifan's lips in between his words, tickles the tip of Junmyeon's nose. This makes the younger hold his breath, and the older lad grins triumphantly at the former's silence.
“Although I really don't mind about how you are right now. You are perfect just as you are,” Yifan tells him in a soft voice before pressing his cheek back on the younger leader's shoulder. The older lad closes his eyes, quietly grabbing Junmyeon's wrist and entwining their fingers tightly. He feels the former's breathing slowly becoming steady, indicating that he has fallen asleep.
Junmyeon grins contentedly to nobody in particular but himself. Using his free hand, he lowers the volume of his iPad, almost muting it. Flips the cover of his iPad case close and secures it on his lap.
Junmyeon reaches out to grab Yifan's other hand and squeezes it.
He tilts his head towards Yifan's direction, feeling the older male's hair strands brush softly against his sensitive neck.
He listens to the faint yet rhythmic pattern of Yifan's breathing on his ear.
He closes his eyes as he allows the other leader's words to finally sink in his mind.
And perhaps, his soul.
The silence that follows makes him think that perhaps, Yifan is right. Perhaps, he is just enough for Yifan.
Small and fragile that he is, he is enough for Yifan.
And perhaps, they both can stay like this together, the way they currently are. Just like this, comfortably next to each other.
● my heartfelt thanks to anyajulia unnie, for being the ever wonderful beta reader of these two drabbles, and once again, for her concrit ;w;