drabble dump #1
Pairing: ChanSoo
Rating: PG
Summary: Chanyeol is the weirdest guy in his class.
“Little fairy, what do I do?” Chanyeol asks the thin air, standing still on his toes as he tries to contact the entity he is calling out to. He looks rather sleepy with eyes fluttering open then closing again, mouth yawning in drowsiness. It’s almost midnight, and he’s still problematic.
A shuffling sound emits from his sheets, a little thud comes next and Chanyeol immediately turns to where his bed is. “Little fairy?” Chanyeol asks, brows furrowing before kneeling down beside his bed. “Are you here?” He ducks down and looks under his bed, still, nothing. “Come out!”
A glittering light of amber comes from under the bed, the sound of little wings fluttering can be heard as Chanyeol retracts from the floor and sits on his bed with an amused smile. Gradually, the light starts to come out of under his bed before settling down on Chanyeol’s thighs.
“What do you want?” The small being, barely as tall as a pen that emits the glowing amber speaks in a tiny voice, barely audible but in the silence of his room and the dim of the night, Chanyeol can hear and see him.
“Kyungsoo, I have a problem.” Chanyeol says but still with his lips upturned into an amused smile.
“You always have a problem.” Kyungsoo states while rolling his eyes then crossing his arms before flopping down to sit on Chanyeol’s thighs. “What’s your problem?” Kyungsoo questions, voice sounding as if he’s irritated but Chanyeol’s used to that.
“I like a boy.” Chanyeol confesses, reaching out to prod his index finger on Kyungsoo’s head but the little fairy is quick to swat him away and get on his wings, rising five inches away from Chanyeol’s thighs.
“Stop doing that. And that’s not a problem.” Kyungsoo flies up to his face then swats his nose with his little fist, causing Chanyeol to shake his head and laugh aloud.
“That tickles. But, Kyungsoo…” Chanyeol tugs Kyungsoo down by his feet, surprisingly, the fairy doesn’t try to get away and follows where Chanyeol’s fingers bring him. Kyungsoo’s still glowing, the ember colour of his light becoming brighter from the fluttering of his wings and the glitter still present as Chanyeol brings him down to his lap again.
“That boy doesn’t like me back, what do I do?” Chanyeol asks, the innocence of a child coming to him, resonating in his voice despite the deep baritone of it. Chanyeol’s fifteen, and he still believes in fairies, in monsters, in Santa Claus, in the Easter Bunny, in fairytales, causing him to be the center of jokes in his class but Chanyeol doesn’t mind, as at the every end of the day, there is still Kyungsoo that reminds him to believe.
“Sorry Yeollie, I can’t magic the boy to like you.” Kyungsoo says, his light dying down a little. “But you can tell me about the boy.”
“Oh well, for starters, he’s very tiny, barely as tall as a pen.”
Kyungsoo’s subsiding light bursts bright again as he flies away from Chanyeol and kicks his cheek before disappearing into thin air.
“I knew you’d do that!” Chanyeol shouts at nobody before shoving his face into his pillow. He’s really the weirdest guy in his class.
Pairing: XiuHan
Rating: slight!NC-17
Summary: Lu Han goes along with Minseok's bad ideas.
The rain hits his shoulders and the ground in soft drizzles, wetting his copper hair as the droplets run through his face, smudging the kohl around his eyes and the powder foundation on his cheeks melts, staining the sleeve of his crisp black suit as he wipes his arm on his face.
Lu Han is under the rain, the night is cold and the dark is bright. The only sound that can be heard in the alleyway as he gets pulled through the rough asphalt are the sounds of his footsteps colliding against the puddles of rain.
There is laughter emitting from the back of his throat and there is sweat mixing with the rain against his skin but he doesn’t mind as Minseok persists on pulling him through the alleyway with genuine, pure and unadulterated laughter coming out from the lips of the person ahead of him too.
“Where are we going?” He asks as Minseok stops in front of a battered car-its windows are cracked, the paint is chipping and there is a dent on its bumper. Lu Han goes along with Minseok’s bad ideas and this doesn’t seem to be that bad.
“Nowhere.”
And Lu Han doesn’t think it’s bad idea to sit inside the old car with his wet clothing. He doesn’t think it’s a bad idea when Minseok starts up the engine and the car makes weird noises as if it isn’t going to survive their road trip. He doesn’t think it’s a bad idea when Minseok decides to have a stopover in a cheap hotel with dusty beds and creaky floor boards.
He doesn’t think it’s a bad idea when Minseok rocks their orgasm out on the hard bed and rough sheets.
Pairing: SuChen
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Joonmyun learns to never regret.
Joonmyun pushes the door to his house open, shuffling his shoes off of his feet with an exhausted yawn, stretching his neck as he steps inside. It’s been an exhausting day at work as always, and, as usual, he’s glad to finally set foot home.
“Joonmyun?” A purr of his name comes from the couch and Joonmyun’s ears perk up at the sound of the very familiar voice, the side of his lips lift up as he drops his suitcase to the floor and walks to the couch.
Jongdae sits up on the couch, eyes all wide and lips up in a smile. “Joonmyun!” He chimes happily before jumping up and wrapping his arms around Joonmyun’s neck, legs wrapping around his waist. “You’re home!” The scent of Jongdae fills his nose as he holds the catboy close to him.
Joonmyun sits down on the couch, with Jongdae still around him and somehow, his tail is now wrapped around his body possessively too. “It’s really obvious that you missed me.” Joonmyun pets the hair between Jongdae’s dark brown ears, placing a small peck on his cheek.
"I did, do you have a problem with that?" Jongdae questions, lips pressed against the skin on Joonmyun's neck and his breath and the vibration tickles a little.
"No, not at all." Jongdae retracts his head from Joonmyun's neck and the latter takes this as his chance to pull the catboy with the never changing grin into a kiss.
Joonmyun always regrets things he's done before but adopting Jongdae is the decision he will never regret.
Pairing: SeKai
Rating: PG
Summary: Sehun needs a little bit of assurance.
The beating of his heart resonates to his ears, the sweat that trickles down his forehead stings his eyes and his lips taste of salt when he licks them. The last seconds of the song continues on in the background as Jongin taps his foot to the beat of the music.
“Jongin, we’re going to debut soon, right?” Sehun turns to the boy seated beside him, back against the cold mirror with their sweat sticking to their shirts. “Right?” Sehun nudges Jongin’s legs with his foot. He needs assurance, he needs a ‘yes’ from Jongin because whatever Jongin says, he believes.
Jongin reaches out and punches him on the shoulder with a bite of laugh. “Of course we are. Trust me, we are.”
Years later, Sehun will kiss Jongin and tell him how grateful he is that he assured him of debuting. He will tell Jongin how much he means to him the moment before they step on stage and Jongin will tell how he's afraid of losing him and would always want to be with him anywhere.
The moment they step on the stage is the moment Sehun will tell Jongin how he's never going to leave.
Pairing: XiuHan, brotp!HunHan
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lu Han is stupid.
Sometimes, I really wonder how would it feel like if I could hug him from behind, his body heat colliding with mine as we breathed together, in sync and our bodies would be perfectly aligned as we lied on my bed, the blanket sprawled on us as I play with his hair and we would be watching his favorite movie. I wonder what would it feel like if I kiss the back of his head and then I would hear him hum to me in return, I really wonder how would it feel like if my arms were wrapped around his waist right now, maybe I love him too much.
"Lu Han, Lu Han! Lu Han snap out of it! Stop fantasizing about Minseok again damn it." Sehun slapped his arm once and Lu Han didn't budge in result, the younger guy with the bubblegum pink hair kicked his shin which made Lu Han jump up and down in excruciating pain seeping in his shin. He looked up at Sehun who smirked at him and walked behind the counter. "Stop fantasizing about fucking Minseok."
"I'm not fantasizing about fucking Minseok." Lu Han retorted once he had finally stopped jumping up and down and the pain around his shin had subsided a little. He glared at Sehun who stuck out a tongue at him before wiping the marbled counter off from nonexistent stains. Sometimes Lu Han would think that Sehun is a little obsessive compulsive about cleanliness, which was why he probably roomed with Minseok who was also obsessed with neatness... and Lu Han had miserably long stopped trying to be too neat.
"Okay maybe not fucking him from behind, stop fantasizing about hugging him from behind because you know that won't happen you little ass." Sehun said and rolled his eyes towards the older man who gaped at him. One because of his words and two because how the fuck would Sehun know what was he thinking about.
Lu Han walked behind the counter too and strapped on his deep blue apron with the small thin strip of metal name tag on its chest area saying his name in Hangul. "Watch your words, brat. Minseok might hear you." He hissed at Sehun who ignored his words and walked over to his register.
Lu Han had been working in this cafe since he moved away from his parents' custody when he was twenty and now he was twenty-three, here he was, still unsure with his life and where he wanted it to go, working as a pretty-faced cashier that every customer fancied more than Sehun with his poker face while on the other hand, Lu Han would always greet the customers with a bright and pretty smile. Though he had been working in this cafe for almost three years (which was really long and he haven't even realized that himself) he still never had the guts to leave this place, one was because it was giving him the money that he needed for his wants since his parents only supplied his need and little by little they were starting to stop it and second reason was because of Kim Minseok.
Kim Minseok exited from the kitchen, his hands rubbing on his jeans and Lu Han locked eyes with him, in return, Minseok greeted Lu Han with a wave and that bonus charming toothy grin of his which made Lu Han's heart jump a little inside his ribcage. "Minseokkie!" He greeted the rather shorter man approaching the counter, the syllables of his nickname for him rolling very much familiar on his tongue. He had been calling Minseok that nickname for years but not as much as he called him 'Baozi'.
Minseok punched Lu Han's arm lightly and turned to Sehun as Lu Han rubbed his arm. Lu Han's eyes watched Minseok's lip move as he talked to Sehun about their rent or something like that because Lu Han was really really distracted and he had the sudden urge to just peck Minseok's lips. He was, though, pulled out of his thoughts when Minseok turned to him. "So, Lu Han, do you want to go watch the soccer match this Saturday?"
Was that an offer to a date?
Lu Han's mind was in a dilemma. Was Minseok asking him out to a date? To. A. Date? He had never thought this day would come despite the numerous amount of fantasies (both innocent and dirty) about Minseok... Minseok was asking him out to a date. What the actual fuck? If this was a dream, Lu Han would never want to wake up but apparently it was reality when he felt Sehun kick his lower leg again.
He owed Sehun this one. "S-sure," He replied towards the smiling Minseok and Lu Han wanted to slap himself in the face for beind stupid and stuttering out his one syllabled answer. Stupid Lu Han. Stupid. Stupid.
"Okay! I'll see you at three this saturday okay? Don't forget!" He chimed before hopping back off to the kitchen.
"Was that an offer... to a date?" Lu Han asked, placing a hand over the left part of his chest where his nametag was pinned on and also where his heart was beating really obnoxiously loud as he turned to Sehun who scoffed at Lu Han's patheticness.
"Hyung, you're really stupid."
Pairing: FanXing
Rating: PG
Summary: Yifan learns to be ready.
The first time Yifan meets Yixing is at the playground, Yifan is sitting alone by the sandbox, a small hand digging down the sand and the other keeping him steady from falling face first into the sand. Yifan is playing by himself and he is glad that the new swing set is set up and nobody pays attention the sandbox anymore, he has the sandbox all to himself.
The afternoon sun is nice in the playground and the five year old Yifan likes, really really likes the feeling of the sand slipping past his fingers.
His heart almost jumps out of its place though when a hand rests on his shoulders and the intruder screams, “Hello! Why are you alone?”
Yifan meets eyes with a dimpled boy, probably around his age too and the boy’s eyes are bright, very contrasted against Yifan’s that are throwing daggers through the boy’s eyes (but Yifan doesn’t know he’s doing that).
The boy doesn’t seem fazed and only smiles at him again, flashing a big smile with his front teeth missing. “Can I play with you?” He asks, still smiling with his hands tucked onto his back.
And little Yifan doesn’t know why but he smiles back and nods. “Alright. As long as you don’t throw sand to me. I hate it when they do that.”
Yixing smiles a kind smile, void of any mockery and says. “I won’t. I’m Yixing.”
And Yifan feels like Christmas came way too early because this is such a great gift.
The last time he meets Yixing is 50 years after their first meeting.
It’s when Yixing’s dying-choking on his own spit and he’s sitting beside him, kissing the back of his hand, whispering sweet soothing messages against the sagged and wrinkled skin.
Time has taken its toll on the both of them and youth has longed escaped from their grasp but love is still within them-within their actions, within their words, within their thoughts and within their home. Love is what encompasses them the most at this moment-at 3:30 in the afternoon with the beeping of the machine getting louder and scarier as seconds tick by.
“Yifan, don’t let anyone throw things at you when I’m gone alright?” Yixing manages to speak out and Yifan inevitably smiles, the sides of his lips tugging up slowly, muscles dancing into a small smile as Yixing smiles with the mask upon his face-helping breathe, helping him live.
“I’m old. No one throws things at old people.” He explains, rubbing his thumb across the canvas of skin at the back of Yixing’s hand. “Don’t let people bully you when you’re gone, okay? Or else, I’ll come to your rescue.”
Yixing chuckles, it’s soft, almost inaudible, barely there but Yifan hears it.
“Don’t come to my rescue, I can always protect myself.” Yixing retaliates when his chuckle has died down into coughs.
Yifan knows what’s going to happen, it’s been happening for years now, he’s been trying to prepare himself for the upcoming catharsis but he still isn’t sure if he’s ready to face a new day without Yixing waking up by his side. But he knows he’ll learn-it’s for him and for Yixing. Him learning to be used to waking up without Yixing by his side, him being used to cooking for himself, him being used to not talking to anyone on early mornings to grunt about the news and the kids, him being familiarized to the feeling of a bed void of warmth are what Yixing wants.
And what Yixing wants, Yixing gets.
“Be careful on your way, okay, Xing?”
“You too, don’t be an idiot.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”