(drabbles)
heechul vs. alcoholics anonymous
heechul/beer, pg-13
"I don't know why I'm here," you tell them with one leg daintily over the other, your black, gray, and white plaid pants clashing horribly with the bright red of the metal fold up chair you are sitting on. They stare at you, some in disgust, and you are staring back at them the same way. They are alcoholics, you are not.
You roll a stray black lock of hair between two fingers and look up to popcorn, yellow ceiling. "Just call me Princess, it's obvious that I'm the prettiest here, and if you get the chance, I wouldn't mind some soju, thanks."
They kick you out the next day when you offer the fat guy who sat in the corner named Yoon Taeyoung a cigarette. How were you supposed to know he would die. It was his fault for accepting it from you in the first place, and it's not your fault that you knew he wasn't going to reject.
coffee vs. tea
yesung/sungmin/coffee/tea/heechul/cups, pg
Heechul watches curiously as Sungmin and Yesung watch each other over breakfast. They take sips at the same time, set their cups down at the same time, directly across from each other, and every movement is parallel. He cringes at the sound of the porcelain mugs gently clanking on the tiny saucers below.
"Yesnug," Heechul turns to him. He will make an effort to make them shut up. "Your coffee looks like oil." He merely offers a small, mocking smile and takes another sip. Heechul watches the vile burn and rush down his throat and sit acidic in his stomach. As Sungmin takes his sip, he is next. "Snugmin, your tea looks like urine." He only smiles, lets the cup fall down harder on the plate than before, and smiles wider when Heechul's shoulders visually stiffen.
"Fine," he huffs and stands, taking his box of tissues with him. As he stomps down the hall, Yesung snickers. He merely dodges the slipper Heechul throws at his head before he slams the door to Donghae's room.
"He called you Yesnug," Sungmin reaches over, fingers softly wrapping around the arm of the white mug full of coffee. He presses it to his lips and smiles as Yesung reaches for his black cup of tea. "How cute~"
"Okay, Snugmin." He swallows the rest of the tea in one swallow and follows the sound of sneezing.
kibum vs. dancing
heechul/ramen, kibum/heechul's part in u, pg
Heechul watches Kibum take his part, arm flickers, hand twists, and all. He watches, wide eyed, half cooked ramen noodles half in his lap. "He can't dance to fucking save his life!"
heechul vs. the ring
heechul/ring, heechul/shiwon, pg-13
Shiwon doesn't notice Heechul staring at his ring until it was too late and it was pulled off of his ring finger and in Heechul's mouth, down his throat. Shiwon stares at him, wide eyed, thinking something vaguely between how hot it was and how cruel it was. "H-hyung," he stutters and rubs the back of Heechul's neck, worried, making sure the older boy was still breathing.
"Where'd you get it?" Heechul asks, throwing his arm off.
"My ass."
Heechul gags.
shindong vs. The Whole Week
shindong/everyone, shindong/food + heechul/hankyung, ryeowook/yesung/kyuhyun, heechul/shiwon, kangin/eeteuk, kibum/donghae, sungmin/eunhyuk, r
Heechul and Hankyung are Monday, a good way to start off a new week, Shindong thinks. Heechul's gorgeous, demanding, and when he's hammering him into the bed, he looks almost fragile enough to break. Hankyung softly mewls, sometimes cowers but is always open, and he always responds. They're just contrasting enough to be interesting.
Ryeowook, Yesung, and Kyuhyun are Tuesday, sometimes two, sometimes one, sometimes more than once, sometimes all three, and more than once, depends on how he's feeling. They're interesting and having three sets of hands, three sets of everything, everywhere, touching anything at anytime is fantastic.
Food is Wednesday. Sometimes he lets Shiwon feed him and then feed on him, but that's only if Heechul isn't already underneath Shiwon on the kitchen table. Sometimes he'll interrupt, accidentally bump into the table with chocolate drenched strawberries in one hand and peaches with cream in the other. Shindong only lets them have him if he's in a good mood and he's eaten enough already.
Kangin and Eeteuk are Thursday and they are rough and they make him beg, even if he doesn't want to, and Shindong hates that he finds it exhilarating. He would never tell them and always lets them drag him into the room, push him into the bed, and he has to fight his smirk.
Kibum and Donghae are Friday and they're lively, sometimes angry, and always energetic. They never just do it once, or twice, or three times, and it's a bad day if they only do it four times.
Shindong likes to be carefree on Saturday. Sometimes he plays with Heechul's cat and Hankyung's dog while they're in Kibum and Jay's shared room. Sometimes he pretends he isn't touching Shiwon under the table while he's enjoying a nice meal with Shiwon's parents. If he's feeling really good, he'll spend a couple extra minutes in the shower, waiting for his manager to get worried and come in to check up on him, only to forget how to and push them behind schedule an hour. There's times when he feels especially nice and let's an elf or two demonstrate their dedication in the form of a blow job.
Sungmin and Eunhyuk are Sunday because they're playful, soft, and easy. They giggle into the pillow, moan softly into his shoulder. They always smell like innocence and it's fun watching them pretend that they are.
heechul vs. writer's block
heechul/cyworld, pg
You spend a lot of time on your entries and you hate watching others who will go unnamed (Yesung, Eunhyuk, Eeteuk, Shindong, you dirty, fat whores) sit down for five minutes and post entries quicker than Shindong can eat a cookie. You hate it and you try to go fast like them but you end up hating what you write, banging your fists ferociously on your keyboard and slamming the top on your laptop shut with a smack that sounds like a spank.
Sometimes you fume, for days, and they keep posting their short, three line entries about nothing in particular that you find stupid and repetitive. After writing one, Eeteuk always smiles at you and you give him a dirty look, call him a bastard, and he laughs at you. When he's gone, you hurried visit his minihompy, read the few lines he posted, "today was good~ I'm in a good mood~ I love you all!"
When he comes back, you have posted fifty stickers on the post and he looks at you curiously. "Don't you think," you growl at him, "that it's impossible all these people put this many stickers on your short, lame posts?"
He raises an eyebrow, looks back at the page and notices it's actually the entry he just put up. "You?" He goes to ask, and all you do is smile, push your glasses back up the bridge of your nose, stand, and dust of your hands.
"Damn straight, and stop making so many of your entries ilchon only. It's a disgrace," you huff, and slide to the table where Eeteuk's food was waiting for him. You eat it while he stares blankly at the computer screen. You know he doesn't understand.
heechul vs. sunblock
heechul/shiwon/hankyung, pg-13
Heechul holds out a bottle of the best, most expensive sunblock found in Korea to Shiwon. "Do it. Now," he says, elegantly rolls onto his stomach and waits for Shiwon who looks at the bottle.
"You want me to--"
"Hurry up." Heechul rolls his eyes and then closes them with a scoff. An ant could apply suntan faster on his entire body than Shiwon could--"What are you doing?!" Scramble, wide eyes, heavy breathing, Shiwon's smirk from under the large, sapphire blue umbrella.
"You told me to do it..."
Heechul picks up the nearest thing, a pink, plastic shovel from the toddler two towels away, and throws it. It misses, by far, and he screams, "I told you to put the sunscreen on, you idiot! Where do you think you were going with those hands, Choi Shiwon?!"
He frowns. "But we do it all the time..."
He stomps back, lays back on his stomach. "Sunscreen, Shiwon, sunscreen. We'll do that later," and fits Hankyung's glasses tenderly over his eyes, pulls out the tendrils by his ears that get stuck behind the metal. "Hankyung will be home."
"Okay, hyung." It doesn't take a genius to know he's smiling in more than one places.
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heechul/beer, pg-13
"I don't know why I'm here," you tell them with one leg daintily over the other, your black, gray, and white plaid pants clashing horribly with the bright red of the metal fold up chair you are sitting on. They stare at you, some in disgust, and you are staring back at them the same way. They are alcoholics, you are not.
You roll a stray black lock of hair between two fingers and look up to popcorn, yellow ceiling. "Just call me Princess, it's obvious that I'm the prettiest here, and if you get the chance, I wouldn't mind some soju, thanks."
They kick you out the next day when you offer the fat guy who sat in the corner named Yoon Taeyoung a cigarette. How were you supposed to know he would die. It was his fault for accepting it from you in the first place, and it's not your fault that you knew he wasn't going to reject.
coffee vs. tea
yesung/sungmin/coffee/tea/heechul/cups, pg
Heechul watches curiously as Sungmin and Yesung watch each other over breakfast. They take sips at the same time, set their cups down at the same time, directly across from each other, and every movement is parallel. He cringes at the sound of the porcelain mugs gently clanking on the tiny saucers below.
"Yesnug," Heechul turns to him. He will make an effort to make them shut up. "Your coffee looks like oil." He merely offers a small, mocking smile and takes another sip. Heechul watches the vile burn and rush down his throat and sit acidic in his stomach. As Sungmin takes his sip, he is next. "Snugmin, your tea looks like urine." He only smiles, lets the cup fall down harder on the plate than before, and smiles wider when Heechul's shoulders visually stiffen.
"Fine," he huffs and stands, taking his box of tissues with him. As he stomps down the hall, Yesung snickers. He merely dodges the slipper Heechul throws at his head before he slams the door to Donghae's room.
"He called you Yesnug," Sungmin reaches over, fingers softly wrapping around the arm of the white mug full of coffee. He presses it to his lips and smiles as Yesung reaches for his black cup of tea. "How cute~"
"Okay, Snugmin." He swallows the rest of the tea in one swallow and follows the sound of sneezing.
kibum vs. dancing
heechul/ramen, kibum/heechul's part in u, pg
Heechul watches Kibum take his part, arm flickers, hand twists, and all. He watches, wide eyed, half cooked ramen noodles half in his lap. "He can't dance to fucking save his life!"
heechul vs. the ring
heechul/ring, heechul/shiwon, pg-13
Shiwon doesn't notice Heechul staring at his ring until it was too late and it was pulled off of his ring finger and in Heechul's mouth, down his throat. Shiwon stares at him, wide eyed, thinking something vaguely between how hot it was and how cruel it was. "H-hyung," he stutters and rubs the back of Heechul's neck, worried, making sure the older boy was still breathing.
"Where'd you get it?" Heechul asks, throwing his arm off.
"My ass."
Heechul gags.
shindong vs. The Whole Week
shindong/everyone, shindong/food + heechul/hankyung, ryeowook/yesung/kyuhyun, heechul/shiwon, kangin/eeteuk, kibum/donghae, sungmin/eunhyuk, r
Heechul and Hankyung are Monday, a good way to start off a new week, Shindong thinks. Heechul's gorgeous, demanding, and when he's hammering him into the bed, he looks almost fragile enough to break. Hankyung softly mewls, sometimes cowers but is always open, and he always responds. They're just contrasting enough to be interesting.
Ryeowook, Yesung, and Kyuhyun are Tuesday, sometimes two, sometimes one, sometimes more than once, sometimes all three, and more than once, depends on how he's feeling. They're interesting and having three sets of hands, three sets of everything, everywhere, touching anything at anytime is fantastic.
Food is Wednesday. Sometimes he lets Shiwon feed him and then feed on him, but that's only if Heechul isn't already underneath Shiwon on the kitchen table. Sometimes he'll interrupt, accidentally bump into the table with chocolate drenched strawberries in one hand and peaches with cream in the other. Shindong only lets them have him if he's in a good mood and he's eaten enough already.
Kangin and Eeteuk are Thursday and they are rough and they make him beg, even if he doesn't want to, and Shindong hates that he finds it exhilarating. He would never tell them and always lets them drag him into the room, push him into the bed, and he has to fight his smirk.
Kibum and Donghae are Friday and they're lively, sometimes angry, and always energetic. They never just do it once, or twice, or three times, and it's a bad day if they only do it four times.
Shindong likes to be carefree on Saturday. Sometimes he plays with Heechul's cat and Hankyung's dog while they're in Kibum and Jay's shared room. Sometimes he pretends he isn't touching Shiwon under the table while he's enjoying a nice meal with Shiwon's parents. If he's feeling really good, he'll spend a couple extra minutes in the shower, waiting for his manager to get worried and come in to check up on him, only to forget how to and push them behind schedule an hour. There's times when he feels especially nice and let's an elf or two demonstrate their dedication in the form of a blow job.
Sungmin and Eunhyuk are Sunday because they're playful, soft, and easy. They giggle into the pillow, moan softly into his shoulder. They always smell like innocence and it's fun watching them pretend that they are.
heechul vs. writer's block
heechul/cyworld, pg
You spend a lot of time on your entries and you hate watching others who will go unnamed (Yesung, Eunhyuk, Eeteuk, Shindong, you dirty, fat whores) sit down for five minutes and post entries quicker than Shindong can eat a cookie. You hate it and you try to go fast like them but you end up hating what you write, banging your fists ferociously on your keyboard and slamming the top on your laptop shut with a smack that sounds like a spank.
Sometimes you fume, for days, and they keep posting their short, three line entries about nothing in particular that you find stupid and repetitive. After writing one, Eeteuk always smiles at you and you give him a dirty look, call him a bastard, and he laughs at you. When he's gone, you hurried visit his minihompy, read the few lines he posted, "today was good~ I'm in a good mood~ I love you all!"
When he comes back, you have posted fifty stickers on the post and he looks at you curiously. "Don't you think," you growl at him, "that it's impossible all these people put this many stickers on your short, lame posts?"
He raises an eyebrow, looks back at the page and notices it's actually the entry he just put up. "You?" He goes to ask, and all you do is smile, push your glasses back up the bridge of your nose, stand, and dust of your hands.
"Damn straight, and stop making so many of your entries ilchon only. It's a disgrace," you huff, and slide to the table where Eeteuk's food was waiting for him. You eat it while he stares blankly at the computer screen. You know he doesn't understand.
heechul vs. sunblock
heechul/shiwon/hankyung, pg-13
Heechul holds out a bottle of the best, most expensive sunblock found in Korea to Shiwon. "Do it. Now," he says, elegantly rolls onto his stomach and waits for Shiwon who looks at the bottle.
"You want me to--"
"Hurry up." Heechul rolls his eyes and then closes them with a scoff. An ant could apply suntan faster on his entire body than Shiwon could--"What are you doing?!" Scramble, wide eyes, heavy breathing, Shiwon's smirk from under the large, sapphire blue umbrella.
"You told me to do it..."
Heechul picks up the nearest thing, a pink, plastic shovel from the toddler two towels away, and throws it. It misses, by far, and he screams, "I told you to put the sunscreen on, you idiot! Where do you think you were going with those hands, Choi Shiwon?!"
He frowns. "But we do it all the time..."
He stomps back, lays back on his stomach. "Sunscreen, Shiwon, sunscreen. We'll do that later," and fits Hankyung's glasses tenderly over his eyes, pulls out the tendrils by his ears that get stuck behind the metal. "Hankyung will be home."
"Okay, hyung." It doesn't take a genius to know he's smiling in more than one places.
like what you read? feel free to friend :) most r or nc-17 fics will be under an f-lock 8D eventually