SHORTFICS OF LOVING LEADUH
Cats
Seungho/Thunder
General, G, shortfic 300 words
Thunder has lost his cat
When Seungho answers a call from Cheongdoong, he half expects the younger male to just cackle into the receiver and then hang up on him - a common prank he’d fallen victim to on countless occasions (and then bullied the maknae when he returned). Instead, Cheongdoong’s voice is hysteric and laced with worry.
“Hyung, hyung are you busy right now? Can you help me, please?” the younger male pleads over the phone. He’s rambling, and Seungho is still confused as to what’s going on.
“Cheondoong-ah…Doong Doong-ah, what’s wrong? I don’t-“
“Hyung! It’s DaDoong! I-I think I’ve lost him!” Cheongdoong’s voice mirrors a shrill that is similar to a certain Bang Chulyung’s.
“Eh? You lost your cat?”
“Not just a cat, Hyung. It’s DaDoong!… I’d ask Dara noona to help, but she’s in Japan right now and no one else drives! I don’t think DaDoong could’ve gone far… And I just-”
Seungho senses that the younger male is going to start rambling on again and cuts him short. “I’ll be over in 10 minutes. Stay calm and don’t do anything stupid.”
“O-okay, hyung…”
Seungho ends the call promptly and bookmarks the page in his Japanese workbook before he heads out. “Yah, I’m going to go visit DoongDoong!” he calls out to the other members as he shuts the front door behind him. He doesn’t know who actually hears him.
It takes Seungho and Cheongdoong three hours to find the little kitten which had taken refuge in a cardboard box a few blocks away. Seungho looks on amusedly and chuckles as the younger male runs up to the kitten and cradles it lovingly in his arms.
“Thanks so much, hyung. You’re the best,” CheongDoong announces as he shoots Seungho a wide grin.
Seungho chuckles once more and motions him to get back into the car, “Come on, let’s get you back home.”
Insecure
Seungho/Joon friendship
General, PG-13, swearing, shortfic 420 words
Joon's feeling under the weather.
“H-hyung…” Joon hiccups over the phone.
“Changsun?” Seungho replies in surprise before he decides he’s actually quite angry with the other male. “Yah! Where the fuck have you been? We’ve been trying to reach you for hours. Why can’t you-“
“S-seungho hyung…hyung” Joon drawls, his voice is hoarse and he lets out another hiccup. “Hyung, I don’t…don’t think I can do this anymore…” Joon’s voice breaks and he lets out a little cry and whimper that is almost in audible over the phone.
Within seconds, Seungho’s anger dissipates and a sense of worry creeps into him.
“Changsun-ah, where are you? Let me come get you.”
“I’m such a burden…” Joon hiccups again over the receiver.
It takes Seungho a full seven minutes to pry Joon’s location out of him and another twenty minutes to actually drive there - “Don’t move. Stay where you are” he had instructed the other male (but somehow, he doesn’t think he’ll listen). By the time he arrives at the dingy bar, Seungho is sick with worry and almost certain that Joon has already left. To his surprise and great relief, he finds Joon seated alone in a dark corner, staring at an empty glass.
They talk for another hour or two - Joon pours his heart out; his insecurities, his worries, his pains, everything to Seungho who sits beside him, listening and comforting him; giving the other male the reassurance he needed. They leave only when the bartender kicks them out.
The drive back to their dorm is silent because Joon has finally fallen asleep and Seungho is tired because it’s fucking three am and he can hardly keep his eyes open. His damn dark circles are only going to get worse.
In the morning, Joon doesn’t remember much - only that he got drunk and dialled a few numbers on his mobile - the last of which was Seungho’s. Right now, he doesn’t really care to remember because he has the worst hangover ever. But there’s no doubt in his mind that it was the leader who had got him home safely last night.
“Hyung…thanks for taking care of me. I know I’m a handful when I’m drunk.” Joon simply states as he passes by the leader on the couch.
Seungho only grunts in reply as he looks through their schedule for the upcoming week, noting the excessive amount of activities scheduled for Joon in particular. Seungho decides he’s going to have a talk with their manager because Joon clearly doesn’t have enough rest time and he can tell his friend is slowly cracking under pressure.
Sick
Seungho/Mir friendship
General, G, shortfic 400 words
The maknae's sick.
Seungho shares a room with Mir because the maknae’s loud and bubbly personality complements his own quiet demeanour quite nicely. So it comes as a surprise to Seungho that he’s woken up to whimpering in the dead of the night rather than the maknae’s usual surprise attacks in the morning.
“Chulyong-ah” he calls out to the maknae on the other side of the room. But there’s no response.
Seungho climbs out of bed and stumbles across the room, dragging his blanket with him because it’s winter and it’s fucking freezing. He finds the maknae curled up in his bed under a blanket and two coats and still shaking from the cold.
Mir shudders again and mutters through chattering teeth, “H-hyung I’m really cold…”
Concerned, Seungho gently rests his palm on the younger male’s forehead, “Chulyong-ah, you’ve got one hell of a fever…”
Mir groans and makes to sit up in his bed but the leader pushes him back down. “Just stay there, will you? I’ll get some medicine.”
Seungho returns a few minutes later with a warm glass of water and two pills that he feeds the maknae (- who for once, offers very little resistance).
“It’s not just me, right hyung? It’s really cold, isn’t it, hyung?” Mir whispers hoarsely as he curls back up in a fetal position and continues to shudder from the cold.
In response, Seungho wraps his own blanket around Mir, making sure to tuck the maknae in warmly and snugly before he pulls on a sweatshirt to protect himself from the winter chill. After a few moments, Mir seems to relax under the covers and stops shaking altogether.
“Hyung…I want to hug something…” Mir murmurs suddenly, stifling a yawn as sleep starts to creep up on him.
Seungho isn’t sure how to comply with this request so he simply grabs his pillow - the closest thing to him that looks huggable - and hands it to the maknae.
“…Hyung…this pillow smells like you…it stinks…”
Seungho glares daggers at the maknae, but it’s pitch dark and no one can see it anyway.
“But hyung…you’re…really the best…” are the last words Mir manages to get out before sleep finally overcomes him and the poor kid is out for a good eight hours.
“And don’t you forget it…” Seungho murmurs back with a chuckle as he grabs his ipad and climbs back into his own (empty) bed, glancing up every now and then to check on Mir.