Anoint Me With Your Lies then Divinize Me
First batch of drabbles for juuten | Random words, random pairings, random songs, random me. Because i love angst, the MiHyuk is my favorite :)
Castration | Han Geng/ Sungmin | R
187 words
“What kind of performance would have brought up the very thought of insurance,” Sungmin whispered, lips ghosting over his as his hands worked on the buttons on Hangeng’s pants. “Are you sure it’s not a dance rendition of a castration ritual?”
“I have no idea,” He replied, smiling down at the other who pulled back with a somewhat adorably odd look on his face. “Said we’ll be performing on a glass, dangerous I think. Slippery, maybe. Someone in the past had his balls damaged on the same stage. Bet they think mine’s precious, it’s 1.6 million dollars worth.” Han Geng smirked and pulled the other, tucking his hands in the back pocket of Sungmin’s jeans, squeezing a handful of what was there.
Sungmin’s hand roamed Han Geng’s stomach as he nipped on his collar bones. He took in a sharp breath when Sungmin trailed south, smirking against Han Geng’s neck as he whispered. “Well, what do we have here? Go on stage, dance, fall, the glass would break.” And Han Geng moaned as Sungmin palmed his rock hard erection.
Rock | Leeteuk/Siwon | G
101 words
“What a strong faith you have.” Leeteuk says as he stares at Siwon, sitting on the hammock reading a bible. Siwon smiles up at him and beckons him to join him on the suddenly too small hammock for the both of them, but they managed to fit in quite comfortably. “My faith is like a rock.” Siwon said and rested his head on the elder’s shoulder.
And when Siwon fell asleep beside him, he watched as Shindong threw a huge rock at Heechul’s direction, and almost spluttered a laugh as the rock fell on the ground and broke into tiny pieces.
Suspense | Kangin/Henry | G
275 words
Henry watched as months passed by and birthday cakes came crashing down.
Yesung’s happiness was palpable as he unconsciously smeared the cake icings on his face down to his phone as he talked to Kangin, wishing him a Happy Birthday.
There was one time when Kibum and Heechul came home with three plastic bags of canned beers and soju. It was Kibum’s birthday and Heechul said the treat was from Youngwoon whom they met in the restaurant they were drinking at. He barely listened to Heechul’s story of Kibum choking on a noodle, and Kangin patting him a bit roughly on the back, and he choked more. Henry ended up staying over the dorms listening to Ryeowook’s drunken version of Marry U all night.
It was then, the midnight of his birthday when Donghae dragged him out of the dorm, scolding little Henry, the dog, asking him to keep quiet. Henry knew of course, once Leeteuk swiftly picked out the just blown out candles, and someone from behind held him still. He barely registers the soft sponge cake and smooth, sweet icing on his face as his mind raced, eyes scanning the garden they’re in, heart almost leaping out of his chest, bubbled up with both expectations and uncertainty. It could be Siwon, who’s firmly holding him down, or Shindong. But his heart caught in his throat as he saw Siwon and Shindong coming over with a new cake, probably for them to eat.
“Happy Birthday.” A hoarse voice said from behind him and when he turned his head to his right, he was greeted with a bright grin, and a pair of smiling eyes.
Lovely | Donghae/Ryeowook | G
191 words
Zhou Mi was in charge of teaching them Mandarin that day. Last night, they went to the night market and watched as Sungmin whined about tight shirts and even tighter pants as he ate dumplings with his right hand, and a bubble tea clutched tightly on his left. They had fun, and their manager actually used that fun to get them to study Mandarin on a weekend.
“You’re too smiley! I’ll be the teacher.” Donghae said as he pushed Zhou Mi down his supposedly seat, the other, laughing and finding it amusing.
He gave them each a dictionary and asked them to write a short poem in Mandarin.
Bubble tea. Oh, Tapioca Milk Tea. Says Sungmin’s poem, and Donghae grins. “Good.”
Mandarin is just as easy as eating. Eunhyuk wrote, and everyone’s faces met their desk. “Fantastic!” Donghae claps.
He stops by Ryeowook’s desk and reads silently. Li Xu and Donghai sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Donghae grabs Ryeowook’s paper, folds it into four and stuffs it inside his huge bag. “Lovely.” He smiles, and Kyuhyun kicks him from under his desk saying his goofy smile makes him want to puke.
Woe | Zhou Mi/Eunhyuk | PG | Angst
76 words
Eunhyuk dreams of love.
Zhou Mi’s smile. Zhou Mi’s voice. Zhou Mi, on top of him. Zhou Mi, inside him. Zhou Mi beside him as he sleeps. His hoarse voice whispering in his ears. I love you, he says.
And he wakes up.
Zhou Mi’s week old coat clutched to his chest.
And he cries. And he sleeps. And he dreams of death. And he dreams of him. And he dreams of love all over again.
Castration | Han Geng/ Sungmin | R
187 words
“What kind of performance would have brought up the very thought of insurance,” Sungmin whispered, lips ghosting over his as his hands worked on the buttons on Hangeng’s pants. “Are you sure it’s not a dance rendition of a castration ritual?”
“I have no idea,” He replied, smiling down at the other who pulled back with a somewhat adorably odd look on his face. “Said we’ll be performing on a glass, dangerous I think. Slippery, maybe. Someone in the past had his balls damaged on the same stage. Bet they think mine’s precious, it’s 1.6 million dollars worth.” Han Geng smirked and pulled the other, tucking his hands in the back pocket of Sungmin’s jeans, squeezing a handful of what was there.
Sungmin’s hand roamed Han Geng’s stomach as he nipped on his collar bones. He took in a sharp breath when Sungmin trailed south, smirking against Han Geng’s neck as he whispered. “Well, what do we have here? Go on stage, dance, fall, the glass would break.” And Han Geng moaned as Sungmin palmed his rock hard erection.
Rock | Leeteuk/Siwon | G
101 words
“What a strong faith you have.” Leeteuk says as he stares at Siwon, sitting on the hammock reading a bible. Siwon smiles up at him and beckons him to join him on the suddenly too small hammock for the both of them, but they managed to fit in quite comfortably. “My faith is like a rock.” Siwon said and rested his head on the elder’s shoulder.
And when Siwon fell asleep beside him, he watched as Shindong threw a huge rock at Heechul’s direction, and almost spluttered a laugh as the rock fell on the ground and broke into tiny pieces.
Suspense | Kangin/Henry | G
275 words
Henry watched as months passed by and birthday cakes came crashing down.
Yesung’s happiness was palpable as he unconsciously smeared the cake icings on his face down to his phone as he talked to Kangin, wishing him a Happy Birthday.
There was one time when Kibum and Heechul came home with three plastic bags of canned beers and soju. It was Kibum’s birthday and Heechul said the treat was from Youngwoon whom they met in the restaurant they were drinking at. He barely listened to Heechul’s story of Kibum choking on a noodle, and Kangin patting him a bit roughly on the back, and he choked more. Henry ended up staying over the dorms listening to Ryeowook’s drunken version of Marry U all night.
It was then, the midnight of his birthday when Donghae dragged him out of the dorm, scolding little Henry, the dog, asking him to keep quiet. Henry knew of course, once Leeteuk swiftly picked out the just blown out candles, and someone from behind held him still. He barely registers the soft sponge cake and smooth, sweet icing on his face as his mind raced, eyes scanning the garden they’re in, heart almost leaping out of his chest, bubbled up with both expectations and uncertainty. It could be Siwon, who’s firmly holding him down, or Shindong. But his heart caught in his throat as he saw Siwon and Shindong coming over with a new cake, probably for them to eat.
“Happy Birthday.” A hoarse voice said from behind him and when he turned his head to his right, he was greeted with a bright grin, and a pair of smiling eyes.
Lovely | Donghae/Ryeowook | G
191 words
Zhou Mi was in charge of teaching them Mandarin that day. Last night, they went to the night market and watched as Sungmin whined about tight shirts and even tighter pants as he ate dumplings with his right hand, and a bubble tea clutched tightly on his left. They had fun, and their manager actually used that fun to get them to study Mandarin on a weekend.
“You’re too smiley! I’ll be the teacher.” Donghae said as he pushed Zhou Mi down his supposedly seat, the other, laughing and finding it amusing.
He gave them each a dictionary and asked them to write a short poem in Mandarin.
Bubble tea. Oh, Tapioca Milk Tea. Says Sungmin’s poem, and Donghae grins. “Good.”
Mandarin is just as easy as eating. Eunhyuk wrote, and everyone’s faces met their desk. “Fantastic!” Donghae claps.
He stops by Ryeowook’s desk and reads silently. Li Xu and Donghai sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Donghae grabs Ryeowook’s paper, folds it into four and stuffs it inside his huge bag. “Lovely.” He smiles, and Kyuhyun kicks him from under his desk saying his goofy smile makes him want to puke.
Woe | Zhou Mi/Eunhyuk | PG | Angst
76 words
Eunhyuk dreams of love.
Zhou Mi’s smile. Zhou Mi’s voice. Zhou Mi, on top of him. Zhou Mi, inside him. Zhou Mi beside him as he sleeps. His hoarse voice whispering in his ears. I love you, he says.
And he wakes up.
Zhou Mi’s week old coat clutched to his chest.
And he cries. And he sleeps. And he dreams of death. And he dreams of him. And he dreams of love all over again.