various drabbles ( block b / exo / reply 1997 )
Drabbles include: Jaehyo/P.O (someone help me with this ship's name), OT7's porn-watching habits (Block B), Xiuhan (Lu Han and the Sirens AU), and Yunjae/Junhee (idk this ship name either).
jaehyo/jihoon; pass the ketchup
"Please drive through," the tinny voice commands from the speaker just outside the window.
Jaehyo imitates the squeak in the voice, pitched too high as if the drive-thru employee has recently crossed through puberty, and Jihoon laughs in the passenger seat and it's a huge contrast between his deep, rough tone and the desperate rising and falling of the postpubertal fast food employee.
"I bet you never had to go through that," Jaehyo says. "Were you born with that voice?"
"Yeah, I was a baby with a bass voice," Jihoon jokes. "My mom thought she'd given birth to the Antichrist."
Jaehyo laughs as his car inches forward to catch up to the slowly moving line. It's a busy night for fast food addiction and they're fourth in line now. Jaehyo shifts gears to try to save on gas while they're waiting for the line to move, resting his arm on the window ledge.
"I've always sounded awkward," Jaehyo admits. "People always think I'm really handsome until I open my mouth. Then the illusion fades."
Jihoon snorts. "Your voice isn't that bad."
"No, seriously. I think I'd have a lot more luck if I had a voice like yours. People would actually want to sleep with me, then."
"Because everyone's fighting to sleep with me?" Jihoon grins. "Maybe if I had your body."
"Wanna switch?"
"Sure."
Jaehyo makes a gesture that Jihoon figures is supposed to estimate body-switching, spreading his palm wide on Jihoon's chest, and his teeth catch on his lip a bit as he grins wide. Jaehyo moves, his fingers graze lightly over a nipple and Jihoon's smile falters. Jaehyo draws his hand back with a quiet breath.
"You know," Jihoon says, "I'm sure plenty of people would still sleep with you."
"Oh yeah? Like who?" Jaehyo laughs. "I don't see anyone lining up."
The line moves forward and Jaehyo drives up, the crackling of his radio filling up the spaces between them. Jihoon glances at Jaehyo, running his hand self-consciously along the car door handle. When they reach the take-out window, Jaehyo takes the drinks and offers the young man his money. Jihoon helps him to put the drinks in the cup holders, spilling a trace amount on the seat from where the cup has been overfilled.
Jaehyo turns to look at him and asks, "Do you want ketchup?", just as Jihoon murmurs, "I would sleep with you."
Jaehyo stares. Jihoon avoids his gaze.
"So," Jaehyo repeats, "no ketchup? Or yes ketchup?"
Jihoon studies the dashboard, skin heating up, and listens as Jaehyo asks for ketchup and takes their food. He watches Jaehyo's hand put the car in gear and listens to the sound of tires crunching gravel as they pull away.
"Did you hear me?" he asks timidly.
Jaehyo checks the street for oncoming cars as he makes his way into the roadway.
"You want to sleep with me."
"Well. I mean. I said I would, like, if you...wanted to."
Jaehyo moves the food to Jihoon's lap as he signals to get into the other lane and the passing lights zip across his calm features.
"Can we eat first?"
Jihoon spills a little bit more soda on the seat as his hand jerks.
ot7; block b's porn collection
They all have very different styles. Jiho is rather simple, collecting everything he sees and deleting ninety percent of it after one cursory watch. He doesn't have a type, really, and he'll try anything so long as the thumbnail catches his interest.
Taeil sticks to the basics and he appreciates a good close-up blowjob scene. Sometimes he goes for the ones with younger-looking girls and their bright smiles and their oppas, batting their eyelashes and pouting their glossed lips.
Minhyuk and Jaehyo both have vast collections from different countries: Korean, Japanese, Thai, European, American, Latin American, even some whose languages they don't recognize and features they can't guess at.
Jihoon likes anything and everything and there is no theme running in his porn folder. He leaves the original titles alone so his files are full of "BIG TITS PIGTAILS HOT FUCK" and "XXX-39439-01". He rarely deletes anything, so the other members enjoy going through his humongous folder and clicking at random, taking bets for genre and attractiveness of the actresses like some kind of a pornographic roulette.
Yukwon likes the hardcore, nasty shit. He likes the S&M, all of the peculiar fetishes, restraints, food, dressing up, slapping and dirty talking and gagging, humiliation videos and crudely-filmed amateur videos, lesbian, gay, videos with way too many people of either gender crammed in, videos with genders they don't have a word for, sucking, fucking and dripping come all over the place. Sometimes one of them venture into his room when they want something different and they know Yukwon must have a video or two they'd like. They don't say anything about his taste - his perversions are too often shared by one of them to make fun.
Kyung doesn't like sharing his porn. He keeps it hidden from them when he can and when one of them manages to catch him with his laptop screen up and earphones in, illuminating his guilty face in the dark, he closes it immediately. His folder is hidden, password-protected, and even Jiho has no idea what's in there. Yukwon doesn't tell them about Kyung's routine visits in the dead of night, that half of Kyung's folder is what Yukwon has copied for him from particular genres and kinks and the other half has built up from websites that he suggests in whispers after dance practice and in the middle of getting their hair and make-up done, Yukwon grinning wickedly and Kyung shifting his eyes left to right.
lu han/minseok; lu han and the sirens
Baekhyun squawks in anger when his eyeliner pencil goes into his eye and he snatches a napkin out of Chanyeol's outstretched hand, dabbing at the tears pooling and moaning about ruining all of his work. Chanyeol laughs at him, as he always does, and asks him why he wears that shit if he doesn't know how to put it on right and Baekhyun goes on and on about "rock spirit" and Lu Han isn't really paying attention. He's staring across the stage at the entrance of four boys into the venue, making a beeline towards them.
Jongin leads the pack, eyes overly bright, and Lu Han can't tell whether he's excited or high or both. Kyungsoo follows shortly after and he makes a mad dash for his drummer boyfriend, smiling bashfully as Chanyeol loops his arms over his shoulders to peck at his forehead. Minseok and Yixing trail after them and Lu Han perks up as soon as his eyes meet Minseok's. He turns away from his keyboard to greet them all but he's paying more attention to Minseok's sharp eyes and full lips.
"What time do you go on?" Jongin asks, sitting on an amplifier by Sehun's legs.
"In about twenty minutes," Joonmyun replies, unfurling cable from his arm and finding plugs for everything. Yixing stoops to help him and Joonmyun shoots him a grateful smile.
"Jongdae should be coming by with Zitao a little later," Kyungsoo says. He leans into Chanyeol's side. "Kris has a date with Jessica."
"Aw, he should have brought her to the concert." Lu Han pouts. "What about yours, Yixing?"
"Busy with homework." Yixing grins. "I was gonna stay home with her but she made me come out."
"That's too bad," Joonmyun tuts. He straightens up, hands pressed to his lower back.
"Old man pains getting to you?" Jongin asks cheekily.
"No, and Jongin, the owner asked me to tell you not to take your clothes off tonight."
"What?" Jongin whines. "Why?"
"Apparently, he found it disturbing at our last show," Chanyeol explains, fingers playing with the hem of Kyungsoo's shirt at his hip.
"Sorry," Joonmyun offers with a shrug.
"That's bullshit," Jongin snaps, sinking into a moody squat.
Sehun rubs his arm in comfort. "If it's any consolation, I'm not allowed to pull fans onstage to kiss them during instrumental breaks anymore."
"But you only kiss Zitao," Baekhyun deadpans. "And Jongin when he's got his clothes off."
"What is your point?"
"Guys, we should start the sound check," Joonmyun interrupts, looking at his phone's clock.
Lu Han's gut twists up when he realizes he's going to have to let Minseok go. Behind his keyboard stand, Minseok's hand clutched in his twitches. Lu Han doesn't look at him as Minseok reluctantly tugs his hand away because he's too afraid he might end up kissing him if Minseok is looking back at him.
The group separates with Chanyeol giving Kyungsoo a kiss with a little too much tongue to settle the butterflies in Lu Han's stomach. He turns his keyboard on as they pick up their instruments and start a quick jam session. Lu Han plays his keyboard like he's running his fingers across someone's back, tickly and soft, and somewhere in the audience he pictures Minseok listening and smiling, leaning forward in his seat to drink the sounds in.
yunjae/junhee; theory of replacement
Yunjae lies down way too close on his bed and Junhee spares him a glance, inspecting his wet hair as it drips onto his sheets. The droplets soak into the cotton sheets, staining them dark, and Junhee wonders whether Yunjae realizes how the things he does can affect him, his bedsheets, his entire life.
"Gonna stay up and read?" Yunjae asks, groggy and tired. He's been working longer hours and taking more cases in an effort to build his reputation up and the exhaustion shows in all of his expressions nowadays.
"Mmm," Junhee hums in confirmation, turning the page in his medical textbook. He stares at a diagram of the effects of small cell lung carcinoma as Yunjae shifts minutely closer, elbow pressed to Junhee's outstretched leg.
Everything about Yunjae is intrusive and mildly uncomfortable. Junhee doesn't drive himself nuts wondering what every brush of hands and playful whisper in his ear means anymore, but he still finds himself wondering about the occasional look, Yunjae's eyes driving into him critically, a puzzled expression twisting his eyebrows, and about the nights when Yunjae refuses to sleep in his own bed and instead curls up beside him to take his blankets and rest his head in front of Junhee's, always facing towards him, never away.
Junhee stays up a little longer on those nights, watching Yunjae breathe in and out through slightly parted lips. He imagines what might happen if he reached out to touch, stroke his fingers through Yunjae's hair and down his arm and further down. He wonders how Yunjae might react if he ran his fingers down his center, turning his hand around on his stomach to slide into Yunjae's pajama bottoms, if Yunjae would wake up and look at him with that confused face of knitted eyebrows and if his breath would come faster, hips rocking up, mouth forming a surprised and breathy exhalation of his name.
In the daytime, Siwon calls him, asking about his day and his plans, and she asks after Yunjae, always in her clipped voice and cute, accented drawl. Junhee divulges everything he can think of, what he and Yunjae had for breakfast, what Yunjae's been working on at work and whether he thinks he's working too hard. Siwon asks him to take care of Yunjae and he always replies, "Of course." Of course he will. This is what Junhee was born to do: to care for his friends and his patients, to watch over Yunjae. There isn't much else to his life.
Junhee takes care of people at the hospital, then goes home to make dinner to leave on the counter or in the fridge for Yunjae. Sometimes Yunjae is already there and he hovers while Junhee cooks, watching in fascination or asking for a taste. Yunjae sits too close at the table, takes a bigger portion for himself and leaves the rest for Junhee. Junhee watches him eat with pleasure and he pays close attention to which dishes Yunjae prefers and which ingredients he decides he doesn't like. Junhee brings Siwon up, lets Yunjae know how she's doing, and Yunjae listens silently, slowing his eating down as Junhee talks. After dinner, Junhee lays in bed and he reads pages and pages of his textbook as he dutifully memorizes terms and symptoms and conditions. Yunjae showers, comes back out and drips all over Junhee's bed, and Junhee puts his book away when Yunjae falls asleep, turning out the light.
He has been looking, but Junhee has yet to discover a condition in his books where one person takes the place of another person for someone else, becoming their replacement best friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, mother, father, sibling. Yunjae is a presence in his bed or in Junhee's and Junhee calculates the distance between themselves, comparing it to the relationship he once studied carefully in high school, a girl and a boy always standing too close together, cloying and intrusive. Junhee doesn't know how much he actually minds being the replacement anymore.
jaehyo/jihoon; pass the ketchup
"Please drive through," the tinny voice commands from the speaker just outside the window.
Jaehyo imitates the squeak in the voice, pitched too high as if the drive-thru employee has recently crossed through puberty, and Jihoon laughs in the passenger seat and it's a huge contrast between his deep, rough tone and the desperate rising and falling of the postpubertal fast food employee.
"I bet you never had to go through that," Jaehyo says. "Were you born with that voice?"
"Yeah, I was a baby with a bass voice," Jihoon jokes. "My mom thought she'd given birth to the Antichrist."
Jaehyo laughs as his car inches forward to catch up to the slowly moving line. It's a busy night for fast food addiction and they're fourth in line now. Jaehyo shifts gears to try to save on gas while they're waiting for the line to move, resting his arm on the window ledge.
"I've always sounded awkward," Jaehyo admits. "People always think I'm really handsome until I open my mouth. Then the illusion fades."
Jihoon snorts. "Your voice isn't that bad."
"No, seriously. I think I'd have a lot more luck if I had a voice like yours. People would actually want to sleep with me, then."
"Because everyone's fighting to sleep with me?" Jihoon grins. "Maybe if I had your body."
"Wanna switch?"
"Sure."
Jaehyo makes a gesture that Jihoon figures is supposed to estimate body-switching, spreading his palm wide on Jihoon's chest, and his teeth catch on his lip a bit as he grins wide. Jaehyo moves, his fingers graze lightly over a nipple and Jihoon's smile falters. Jaehyo draws his hand back with a quiet breath.
"You know," Jihoon says, "I'm sure plenty of people would still sleep with you."
"Oh yeah? Like who?" Jaehyo laughs. "I don't see anyone lining up."
The line moves forward and Jaehyo drives up, the crackling of his radio filling up the spaces between them. Jihoon glances at Jaehyo, running his hand self-consciously along the car door handle. When they reach the take-out window, Jaehyo takes the drinks and offers the young man his money. Jihoon helps him to put the drinks in the cup holders, spilling a trace amount on the seat from where the cup has been overfilled.
Jaehyo turns to look at him and asks, "Do you want ketchup?", just as Jihoon murmurs, "I would sleep with you."
Jaehyo stares. Jihoon avoids his gaze.
"So," Jaehyo repeats, "no ketchup? Or yes ketchup?"
Jihoon studies the dashboard, skin heating up, and listens as Jaehyo asks for ketchup and takes their food. He watches Jaehyo's hand put the car in gear and listens to the sound of tires crunching gravel as they pull away.
"Did you hear me?" he asks timidly.
Jaehyo checks the street for oncoming cars as he makes his way into the roadway.
"You want to sleep with me."
"Well. I mean. I said I would, like, if you...wanted to."
Jaehyo moves the food to Jihoon's lap as he signals to get into the other lane and the passing lights zip across his calm features.
"Can we eat first?"
Jihoon spills a little bit more soda on the seat as his hand jerks.
ot7; block b's porn collection
They all have very different styles. Jiho is rather simple, collecting everything he sees and deleting ninety percent of it after one cursory watch. He doesn't have a type, really, and he'll try anything so long as the thumbnail catches his interest.
Taeil sticks to the basics and he appreciates a good close-up blowjob scene. Sometimes he goes for the ones with younger-looking girls and their bright smiles and their oppas, batting their eyelashes and pouting their glossed lips.
Minhyuk and Jaehyo both have vast collections from different countries: Korean, Japanese, Thai, European, American, Latin American, even some whose languages they don't recognize and features they can't guess at.
Jihoon likes anything and everything and there is no theme running in his porn folder. He leaves the original titles alone so his files are full of "BIG TITS PIGTAILS HOT FUCK" and "XXX-39439-01". He rarely deletes anything, so the other members enjoy going through his humongous folder and clicking at random, taking bets for genre and attractiveness of the actresses like some kind of a pornographic roulette.
Yukwon likes the hardcore, nasty shit. He likes the S&M, all of the peculiar fetishes, restraints, food, dressing up, slapping and dirty talking and gagging, humiliation videos and crudely-filmed amateur videos, lesbian, gay, videos with way too many people of either gender crammed in, videos with genders they don't have a word for, sucking, fucking and dripping come all over the place. Sometimes one of them venture into his room when they want something different and they know Yukwon must have a video or two they'd like. They don't say anything about his taste - his perversions are too often shared by one of them to make fun.
Kyung doesn't like sharing his porn. He keeps it hidden from them when he can and when one of them manages to catch him with his laptop screen up and earphones in, illuminating his guilty face in the dark, he closes it immediately. His folder is hidden, password-protected, and even Jiho has no idea what's in there. Yukwon doesn't tell them about Kyung's routine visits in the dead of night, that half of Kyung's folder is what Yukwon has copied for him from particular genres and kinks and the other half has built up from websites that he suggests in whispers after dance practice and in the middle of getting their hair and make-up done, Yukwon grinning wickedly and Kyung shifting his eyes left to right.
lu han/minseok; lu han and the sirens
Baekhyun squawks in anger when his eyeliner pencil goes into his eye and he snatches a napkin out of Chanyeol's outstretched hand, dabbing at the tears pooling and moaning about ruining all of his work. Chanyeol laughs at him, as he always does, and asks him why he wears that shit if he doesn't know how to put it on right and Baekhyun goes on and on about "rock spirit" and Lu Han isn't really paying attention. He's staring across the stage at the entrance of four boys into the venue, making a beeline towards them.
Jongin leads the pack, eyes overly bright, and Lu Han can't tell whether he's excited or high or both. Kyungsoo follows shortly after and he makes a mad dash for his drummer boyfriend, smiling bashfully as Chanyeol loops his arms over his shoulders to peck at his forehead. Minseok and Yixing trail after them and Lu Han perks up as soon as his eyes meet Minseok's. He turns away from his keyboard to greet them all but he's paying more attention to Minseok's sharp eyes and full lips.
"What time do you go on?" Jongin asks, sitting on an amplifier by Sehun's legs.
"In about twenty minutes," Joonmyun replies, unfurling cable from his arm and finding plugs for everything. Yixing stoops to help him and Joonmyun shoots him a grateful smile.
"Jongdae should be coming by with Zitao a little later," Kyungsoo says. He leans into Chanyeol's side. "Kris has a date with Jessica."
"Aw, he should have brought her to the concert." Lu Han pouts. "What about yours, Yixing?"
"Busy with homework." Yixing grins. "I was gonna stay home with her but she made me come out."
"That's too bad," Joonmyun tuts. He straightens up, hands pressed to his lower back.
"Old man pains getting to you?" Jongin asks cheekily.
"No, and Jongin, the owner asked me to tell you not to take your clothes off tonight."
"What?" Jongin whines. "Why?"
"Apparently, he found it disturbing at our last show," Chanyeol explains, fingers playing with the hem of Kyungsoo's shirt at his hip.
"Sorry," Joonmyun offers with a shrug.
"That's bullshit," Jongin snaps, sinking into a moody squat.
Sehun rubs his arm in comfort. "If it's any consolation, I'm not allowed to pull fans onstage to kiss them during instrumental breaks anymore."
"But you only kiss Zitao," Baekhyun deadpans. "And Jongin when he's got his clothes off."
"What is your point?"
"Guys, we should start the sound check," Joonmyun interrupts, looking at his phone's clock.
Lu Han's gut twists up when he realizes he's going to have to let Minseok go. Behind his keyboard stand, Minseok's hand clutched in his twitches. Lu Han doesn't look at him as Minseok reluctantly tugs his hand away because he's too afraid he might end up kissing him if Minseok is looking back at him.
The group separates with Chanyeol giving Kyungsoo a kiss with a little too much tongue to settle the butterflies in Lu Han's stomach. He turns his keyboard on as they pick up their instruments and start a quick jam session. Lu Han plays his keyboard like he's running his fingers across someone's back, tickly and soft, and somewhere in the audience he pictures Minseok listening and smiling, leaning forward in his seat to drink the sounds in.
yunjae/junhee; theory of replacement
Yunjae lies down way too close on his bed and Junhee spares him a glance, inspecting his wet hair as it drips onto his sheets. The droplets soak into the cotton sheets, staining them dark, and Junhee wonders whether Yunjae realizes how the things he does can affect him, his bedsheets, his entire life.
"Gonna stay up and read?" Yunjae asks, groggy and tired. He's been working longer hours and taking more cases in an effort to build his reputation up and the exhaustion shows in all of his expressions nowadays.
"Mmm," Junhee hums in confirmation, turning the page in his medical textbook. He stares at a diagram of the effects of small cell lung carcinoma as Yunjae shifts minutely closer, elbow pressed to Junhee's outstretched leg.
Everything about Yunjae is intrusive and mildly uncomfortable. Junhee doesn't drive himself nuts wondering what every brush of hands and playful whisper in his ear means anymore, but he still finds himself wondering about the occasional look, Yunjae's eyes driving into him critically, a puzzled expression twisting his eyebrows, and about the nights when Yunjae refuses to sleep in his own bed and instead curls up beside him to take his blankets and rest his head in front of Junhee's, always facing towards him, never away.
Junhee stays up a little longer on those nights, watching Yunjae breathe in and out through slightly parted lips. He imagines what might happen if he reached out to touch, stroke his fingers through Yunjae's hair and down his arm and further down. He wonders how Yunjae might react if he ran his fingers down his center, turning his hand around on his stomach to slide into Yunjae's pajama bottoms, if Yunjae would wake up and look at him with that confused face of knitted eyebrows and if his breath would come faster, hips rocking up, mouth forming a surprised and breathy exhalation of his name.
In the daytime, Siwon calls him, asking about his day and his plans, and she asks after Yunjae, always in her clipped voice and cute, accented drawl. Junhee divulges everything he can think of, what he and Yunjae had for breakfast, what Yunjae's been working on at work and whether he thinks he's working too hard. Siwon asks him to take care of Yunjae and he always replies, "Of course." Of course he will. This is what Junhee was born to do: to care for his friends and his patients, to watch over Yunjae. There isn't much else to his life.
Junhee takes care of people at the hospital, then goes home to make dinner to leave on the counter or in the fridge for Yunjae. Sometimes Yunjae is already there and he hovers while Junhee cooks, watching in fascination or asking for a taste. Yunjae sits too close at the table, takes a bigger portion for himself and leaves the rest for Junhee. Junhee watches him eat with pleasure and he pays close attention to which dishes Yunjae prefers and which ingredients he decides he doesn't like. Junhee brings Siwon up, lets Yunjae know how she's doing, and Yunjae listens silently, slowing his eating down as Junhee talks. After dinner, Junhee lays in bed and he reads pages and pages of his textbook as he dutifully memorizes terms and symptoms and conditions. Yunjae showers, comes back out and drips all over Junhee's bed, and Junhee puts his book away when Yunjae falls asleep, turning out the light.
He has been looking, but Junhee has yet to discover a condition in his books where one person takes the place of another person for someone else, becoming their replacement best friend, boyfriend, girlfriend, mother, father, sibling. Yunjae is a presence in his bed or in Junhee's and Junhee calculates the distance between themselves, comparing it to the relationship he once studied carefully in high school, a girl and a boy always standing too close together, cloying and intrusive. Junhee doesn't know how much he actually minds being the replacement anymore.