Untitled drabbles - Nu'est
Title: Untitled Drabbles
Author: mushnrice
Genre: Crack, Fluff
Pairing: JRen, BaekHyun, ArRen
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Mild violence, crack
Summary: Drabbles
Flawless; JRen
Jonghyun grinned as he swiped his thumb over the tiny screen of his black DSLR - Minki had pressed his nose to it earlier when taking a photo of Baekho and Aaron and had left oil prints there. Not that he was blaming his tiny band mate; Minki was just too cute to get angry at. Flipping through the countless photos that Minki had taken, he noted with a somewhat fatherly sense of amusement that Minki’s photos were all slightly blur.
Nu’est’s leader looked up at the blonde - he was slumped over in his backless chair, cheek squishing against the wooden make up counter, mouth slightly open and a small dribble of drool slipping out. His hands were folded in his lap, long, long, luscious legs crossed, pink boots just barely touching the floor from the make up stool. Unable to help the laugh that burst forth, Jonghyun quickly swung his camera Minki’s way, focused on the slumbering subject, and then clicked.
The satisfying sound of the shutter sliding close hit his ears, and then he went back to the gallery, checking over for discrepancies. The picture was flawless - as was Minki.
-
Learning; BaekHyun
The sound of fist hitting skin pounded through the warehouse, cries of pain occasionally breaking through the grunts and curses that flowed, never stopping. There were six of them, six against one, and it wasn’t fair, but then again, life wasn’t fair. Not to him anyway.
With a last punch, Minhyun collapsed onto the floor and rolled, head lolling back onto the dusty cement. Blood trickled out in a thin stream onto the floor, coloring the grey floor in red. Bruises were starting to show on his skin now, the purple and yellow splotches of color painful to touch. The sound of saliva hitting the floor next to him made him look up at the faceless person - too dark to see in the dim light of the warehouse…and then his vision blurred away and faded.
“Yah, Hwang Minhyun. How long are you going to sleep for?”
Fuzzy hair. That was the first thing Minhyun noted as his eyes opened. Tiny crescent eyes blinked down at him as Kang Dongho patted his face with a wet towel. There was blood crusted on him, and groans filled the air, somewhere behind Dongho. Two similar school jackets were lying neatly over a chair, shoes beside it.
“Where the fuck is this…” Minhyun grunted, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows. His entire body throbbed with pain, and the slight migraine was beginning to worsen. The bed under his body was soft, but worn, and the cotton sheets held a slight smell of Dongho’s deodorant.
“Same warehouse that you were trashed in. Those idiots didn’t know that I lived here. Damn it, they got freaking blood and saliva over the floor! Don’t they know how expensive bleach is?” Grumbling under his breath all the way, Dongho turned towards the six people lying sprawled out on the floor and glared at them. They immediately cowered; pitiful whimpers amusing to Minhyun’s ears.
A slow smile spread on his face.
-
Oh God, Why; ArRen
“Aron oppa! Ren lurbes you deep deep!” Aaron twitched as another howl filled the room, and he resisted the urge to take his shoe and throw it at the drunken blonde boy, instead settling for nearly ripping off the page from the book that he was reading. JR who was nearby listening to his own music wasn’t so patient.
“Gosh, shut up, Ren! People are trying to concentrate here!”
Watery black eyes immediately turned to JR, who groaned.
“And stop it with those eyes!”
“Junior Royal oppa, do you not lurbe Ren deep deep?” Two sniffles followed this sentence, followed by silence in the entire living room. Baekho and Minhyun were watching this with amused eyes, both of their hands folded neatly in their laps, away from the Jenga they were supposed to be playing.
“I love you, I love you deep deep, now can you keep quiet?” JR sighed. Jonghyun’s slim fingers caught onto the ear bud that was lying on his black sweatshirt, and then he plugged it in again.
“But, but! Junior Royal oppa isn’t sincere!” Tears were coming down from his eyes now, and Aron resisted the urge to plunge his head into the book.
In 3…2…
“JUNIOR ROYAL OPPA DOESN’T LOVE ME AS MUCH AS HE DOES WITH DONG HO OPPA AND MINHYUN OPPA, REN IS VERY VERY SAD! WHY DOESN’T HE LOVE ME AS MUCH AS ARON OPPA! I HATE YOU, YOU BIG MEANIE! YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE I HATE YOU YOU MEANIE!”
Aaron sighed, and then standing up, threw his book over to Baekho and Minhyun, who were both rolling around and laughing. The book hit the corner of the Jenga tower and it collapsed, causing another fit of giggles from the both of them.
Stalking his way towards the crying blonde on the floor, he scooped the sobbing boy into his arms and then began to make his way into the room, wincing as the blonde’s howls reverberated into his ears.
“EUHU! AARON OPPA!” Aaron dumped the boy unceremoniously onto the double decker bed’s lower bunk, and then jumped in beside the drunken boy himself. Ren began to squirm under Aaron’s weight, but Aaron grunted and only tightened his grip on the struggling blonde.
“AARON OPPA, ARE YOU TIRED?”
“Shut up, Ren, I want to sleep.”
“SHALL I SING A LULLABY FOR YOU?”
“No.”
“THEN A ROCK SONG?”
“No.”
“THEN?”
Silence filled the room for a few seconds, before Ren turned towards the unmoving Aaron.
“AARON OPPA, ARE YOU SLEEPING?”
“No.”
“WHY NOT?”
“’Cause you’re screaming in my ear.”
“OH. SHOULD I KEEP QUIET THEN?”
“Yes please.”
“AWRIGHT OPPA. GOOD NIGHT.”
And there was silence in Nu’est’s dorm. And JR facepalmed.
-
orz 2+ months of hiatus and the first thing I write about is Nu’est. Their group is really awesome. 8D And I don’t know if anyone is gonna see this, but if you can see… MY WRITING HAS DEPROVED. So I’m gonna exercise my writing until I can manage a one shot… then maybe I’ll continue my old fics… Or start a new one about Nu’est… - hums- OHOHOHO.
Author: mushnrice
Genre: Crack, Fluff
Pairing: JRen, BaekHyun, ArRen
Rating: Pg-13
Warnings: Mild violence, crack
Summary: Drabbles
Flawless; JRen
Jonghyun grinned as he swiped his thumb over the tiny screen of his black DSLR - Minki had pressed his nose to it earlier when taking a photo of Baekho and Aaron and had left oil prints there. Not that he was blaming his tiny band mate; Minki was just too cute to get angry at. Flipping through the countless photos that Minki had taken, he noted with a somewhat fatherly sense of amusement that Minki’s photos were all slightly blur.
Nu’est’s leader looked up at the blonde - he was slumped over in his backless chair, cheek squishing against the wooden make up counter, mouth slightly open and a small dribble of drool slipping out. His hands were folded in his lap, long, long, luscious legs crossed, pink boots just barely touching the floor from the make up stool. Unable to help the laugh that burst forth, Jonghyun quickly swung his camera Minki’s way, focused on the slumbering subject, and then clicked.
The satisfying sound of the shutter sliding close hit his ears, and then he went back to the gallery, checking over for discrepancies. The picture was flawless - as was Minki.
-
Learning; BaekHyun
The sound of fist hitting skin pounded through the warehouse, cries of pain occasionally breaking through the grunts and curses that flowed, never stopping. There were six of them, six against one, and it wasn’t fair, but then again, life wasn’t fair. Not to him anyway.
With a last punch, Minhyun collapsed onto the floor and rolled, head lolling back onto the dusty cement. Blood trickled out in a thin stream onto the floor, coloring the grey floor in red. Bruises were starting to show on his skin now, the purple and yellow splotches of color painful to touch. The sound of saliva hitting the floor next to him made him look up at the faceless person - too dark to see in the dim light of the warehouse…and then his vision blurred away and faded.
“Yah, Hwang Minhyun. How long are you going to sleep for?”
Fuzzy hair. That was the first thing Minhyun noted as his eyes opened. Tiny crescent eyes blinked down at him as Kang Dongho patted his face with a wet towel. There was blood crusted on him, and groans filled the air, somewhere behind Dongho. Two similar school jackets were lying neatly over a chair, shoes beside it.
“Where the fuck is this…” Minhyun grunted, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows. His entire body throbbed with pain, and the slight migraine was beginning to worsen. The bed under his body was soft, but worn, and the cotton sheets held a slight smell of Dongho’s deodorant.
“Same warehouse that you were trashed in. Those idiots didn’t know that I lived here. Damn it, they got freaking blood and saliva over the floor! Don’t they know how expensive bleach is?” Grumbling under his breath all the way, Dongho turned towards the six people lying sprawled out on the floor and glared at them. They immediately cowered; pitiful whimpers amusing to Minhyun’s ears.
A slow smile spread on his face.
-
Oh God, Why; ArRen
“Aron oppa! Ren lurbes you deep deep!” Aaron twitched as another howl filled the room, and he resisted the urge to take his shoe and throw it at the drunken blonde boy, instead settling for nearly ripping off the page from the book that he was reading. JR who was nearby listening to his own music wasn’t so patient.
“Gosh, shut up, Ren! People are trying to concentrate here!”
Watery black eyes immediately turned to JR, who groaned.
“And stop it with those eyes!”
“Junior Royal oppa, do you not lurbe Ren deep deep?” Two sniffles followed this sentence, followed by silence in the entire living room. Baekho and Minhyun were watching this with amused eyes, both of their hands folded neatly in their laps, away from the Jenga they were supposed to be playing.
“I love you, I love you deep deep, now can you keep quiet?” JR sighed. Jonghyun’s slim fingers caught onto the ear bud that was lying on his black sweatshirt, and then he plugged it in again.
“But, but! Junior Royal oppa isn’t sincere!” Tears were coming down from his eyes now, and Aron resisted the urge to plunge his head into the book.
In 3…2…
“JUNIOR ROYAL OPPA DOESN’T LOVE ME AS MUCH AS HE DOES WITH DONG HO OPPA AND MINHYUN OPPA, REN IS VERY VERY SAD! WHY DOESN’T HE LOVE ME AS MUCH AS ARON OPPA! I HATE YOU, YOU BIG MEANIE! YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE YOU MEANIE I HATE YOU YOU MEANIE!”
Aaron sighed, and then standing up, threw his book over to Baekho and Minhyun, who were both rolling around and laughing. The book hit the corner of the Jenga tower and it collapsed, causing another fit of giggles from the both of them.
Stalking his way towards the crying blonde on the floor, he scooped the sobbing boy into his arms and then began to make his way into the room, wincing as the blonde’s howls reverberated into his ears.
“EUHU! AARON OPPA!” Aaron dumped the boy unceremoniously onto the double decker bed’s lower bunk, and then jumped in beside the drunken boy himself. Ren began to squirm under Aaron’s weight, but Aaron grunted and only tightened his grip on the struggling blonde.
“AARON OPPA, ARE YOU TIRED?”
“Shut up, Ren, I want to sleep.”
“SHALL I SING A LULLABY FOR YOU?”
“No.”
“THEN A ROCK SONG?”
“No.”
“THEN?”
Silence filled the room for a few seconds, before Ren turned towards the unmoving Aaron.
“AARON OPPA, ARE YOU SLEEPING?”
“No.”
“WHY NOT?”
“’Cause you’re screaming in my ear.”
“OH. SHOULD I KEEP QUIET THEN?”
“Yes please.”
“AWRIGHT OPPA. GOOD NIGHT.”
And there was silence in Nu’est’s dorm. And JR facepalmed.
-
orz 2+ months of hiatus and the first thing I write about is Nu’est. Their group is really awesome. 8D And I don’t know if anyone is gonna see this, but if you can see… MY WRITING HAS DEPROVED. So I’m gonna exercise my writing until I can manage a one shot… then maybe I’ll continue my old fics… Or start a new one about Nu’est… - hums- OHOHOHO.