drabbles
i pulled an all-nighter to finish my assignments and in my desperation to procrastinate, i wrote things.
01
fansite!au | g | 623w
exo (suho, kris, luhan, kai) has some very dedicated fansites. (based on exo dc's gift for kai and deerstation's gift for luhan)
"GOD DAMN IT."
the peace of the neighborhood is shattered with a piercing shriek. sehun smirks and rolls over in his blankets to look out the window. "looks like baekhyun saw my present."
in the next bed, minseok groans and presses a pillow over his ears. "it's too early for this."
two doors away, someone is Fuming.
"that little bitch," baekhyun cries angrily while he scrolls down the page. he scrolls so furiously the scrolling wheel on the mouse gets stuck and he has to resort to using the keyboard touchpad.
tao gasps, climbing over pillows and strewn clothes to get to baekhyun's desk. "wait, don't tell me-"
baekhyun nods grimly. he leans back to allow tao to see the laptop screen. "luhan's fangifts are out."
even tao has to whistle appreciatively at the long list, but one particular fansite catches his eye. "Taurus, that bunch of copycats!"
jongdae chuckles, cracking his knuckles in front of him. "ah, damn, Taurus has been outstaged."
"what happened now?" kyungsoo asks distractedly. he's too busy replying to tweets of more importance because Dragonspiral updated their splash page again!
"remember how Taurus got kai torres's signature in january? now Milky Buns got luhan signatures of the whole of manchester united!"
this finally catches kyungsoo's attention. "i remember minseok complaining about being sent to impossible jobs, but i had no idea what he really meant. sehun is really ambitious, huh."
"speaking of which, milky buns is a really creepy name. i know luhan has really great skin, but..."
"kris hyung loves me the best," chanyeol beams happily. he uploads the pictures he took yesterday to the Dragonspiral site and links a preview picture on Twitter.
yixing looks up from where he is drawing a new outfit for the kris cutout doll and snorts. "no one can argue with that. the things you give him are hideous and yet he still wears them. it's like you're testing his love for you." as the resident designer for Dragonspiral, yixing disapproves of chanyeol's eccentric fashion tastes and has a disclaimer in his personal twitter that dismisses all affliation with Dragonspiral's fashion gifts for Kris. the patterned tablecloth harem pants and dead raccoon hunting hat? that's all chanyeol.
"kris hyung is nice." chanyeol sniffs and checks his twitter mentions.
@dragonspiral: kris hyung wore my present again! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ dragonspiral.com
↳ @pororohyung: @dragonspiral dragonspiral-nim is so cool |ʘ‿ʘ)╯
↳ @dragonspiral: @pororohyung thank you! your presents to suho are really nice too!
↳ @pororohyung: @dragonspiral ヽ(*≧ω≦)ﾉ let us work hard towards fulfilling our hyungs' desires!
yixing recognises that familiar username. "isn't that the co-mod of Billionaire Suho? i swear he replies to every tweet of ours."
chanyeol pouts and strokes the laptop screen defensively. "hey, watch what you say about kyungsoo! he's our biggest monetary contributor!"
yixing calmly cuts out a teardrop shape from the paper and holds it by his head to emphasize his emotions. "is... is he in the wrong fansite?"
"CHANYEOL REPLIED ME AGAIN!" kyungsoo squeaks and pulls a scheduler out of his desk drawer to draw a tiny star next to the date. the calendar is filled with stars. "MY LIFE IS EVEN MORE COMPLETE."
jongdae impulsively leans over and hits the book out of kyungsoo's hands, sending the other boy on a scramble to grab the scheduler before it hits the ground. "you have got to stop doing that. FOCUS ALL YOUR ENERGY ON SUHO."
"i love suho! i just.... chanyeol is just-" kyungsoo fumbles with an explanation and gives up when he realizes jongdae isn't paying attention anymore. "hey, jongdae, are you even listening to me?"
jongdae chews on his lip thoughtfully. "does anyone know how i can get the signatures of the south korean golf team?"
02
kris/luhan (sort of?) | g | 692w
med student!kris goes after luhan.
"APPLES I NEED ALL THE APPLES IN THE WORLD!" luhan wails as he bursts into jongin's room.
jongin sets his pen down and shoots luhan an annoyed look. "would you please knock when you- oh never mind. what now, luhan?"
luhan pouts in apology and twiddles his thumbs, until jongin rolls his eyes and returns to expanding his 100 reasons why kyungsoo is the best boyfriend ever list. "there's this med student on my ass, you see."
"i don't think the apple saying quite applies when it's not a doctor, luhan," sehun says from jongin's bed, where he is sprawled across the blankets flipping through a comic book.
"future doctor." luhan shrugs. he rubs his chin thoughtfully and muses, "or maybe i could just throw the apples at his face. that would keep him away."
"hi guys!" says minseok brightly as he pops his head into the room.
"knock. door." jongin sighs and contemplates hanging a no entry sign on his door. his housemates seem to designate his room as the hangout point, despite them having a very nicely Ikea-decorated living room.
in response, minseok holds up the chips in his hands and is enthusiastically welcomed by everyone else in the room. sehun makes grabby hands at minseok until minseok laughs and thrusts a bag of chips at him.
"so what's up with luhan?" minseok asks around a mouthful of saturated fat as he flops down beside sehun on the bed.
"there's a med student wanting his ass," sehun offers.
luhan shoots sehun a look of annoyance. "i never said- no actually, yeah, what he said."
"it wouldn't happen to be kris?" kyungsoo pipes up, having somehow snuck into the room when no one was noticing.
"KYUNGSOO!" jongin squeals and launches himself at his boyfriend, cool demeanor completely forgotten. kyungsoo bats at jongin half-heartedly, not really wanting to stop jongin from nuzzling into his neck, but putting on a show of doing so out of decency for the other people in the room.
jongin has barely escalated to peppering soft kisses across kyungsoo's collarbone when kyungsoo is yanked away by luhan. "DO YOU KNOW KRIS?" luhan asks excitedly.
kyungsoo rubs his hand where the marks leftover from luhan's fingers are clearly visible. "yeah, we were in the same Introduction to ethics class last semester."
poor kyungsoo does not expect what happens next. a quick glance is exchanged between luhan, sehun and minseok, and suddenly there are three pairs of hands shoving him down in front of the laptop.
"stop manhandling kyungsoo!" yells jongin.
"thank y-"
"-because only i can do that!"
"hey!" kyungsoo glares at jongin but turns his attention to the laptop, quick fingers bringing up kris' facebook profile on the search bar.
luhan practically bounces as the page loads slowly. "what does he look like- oh."
"lemme see lemme see." minseok clambers over and sticks his face in front of the monitor. "oh."
jongin cocks his head. "you never told me that the med student was hot,"
"i never knew he was," luhan sucks in his breath. "all this while, he's only been texting me vaguely creepy messages and asking for follow backs on twitter."
"his hotness cancels out the creepy factor, i assume?" kyungsoo says and he's using that tone, the same tone he uses when luhan gets lazy and decides to eat a bottle of nutella in place of lunch.
kyungsoo is judging him. kyungsoo is a judgemental person who is side eyeing the fuck out of him.
luhan doesn't care. he lets out an appreciative whistle when he scrolls to the next picture of kris flexing his muscles, grease so heavy that if you splashed water at the picture the droplets would repel. "look at those shoulders."
"hey babe, yesterday we learned about anatomy and i thought bout you," sehun reads from luhan's phone. "you ain't seen nothin' yet till you see my dick. they say i'm a dragon and i can prove it to you. call me if you're lonely, wink emoticon, kris."
"and you still find him attractive?" jongin raises his eyebrows at luhan. "you are superficial as fuck."
luhan moves on to admiring kris's collarbones.
03
jock!jongin/nerd!luhan | g | 250w
luhan is the kind of socially challenged kid that's extremely shy and the exact definition of painfully awkward. the only time anyone actually asks for his name is at starbucks, and even then, he stutters through his name, so much that the baristas, usually pleasant like someone has injected a caffeinated dose of sunshine into their lives, fight the urge to roll their eyes.
kim jongin is the kind of douchebag who accepts dares to asks nerds and losers out on dates, so he can stand them up and/or dump them, effectively destroying whatever strands of confidence they might have had.
so it is rather unfortunate when luhan is the subject of said dare.
jongin frowns and asks, "who?"
chanyeol laughs. "that kid always sitting alone under the tree at the corner of the yard? floppy hair. tall. quiet."
it's a miracle that chanyeol even manages to describe luhan, really, because luhan just blends into the background in his dark coloured tees and beanies.
“hi,” jongin says, leaning against the library table where luhan is studying.
luhan looks up, eyes large and startled and for the first time in his life, jongin is rendered speechless. under the unflattering beanie and tuff of hair lies a baby faced face boy, all soft features and button nose.
he’s, jongin is reluctant to admit, actually… gorgeous. jongin has the uncontrollable urge to take a picture of luhan and tuck it into his wallet.
it is unclear who is on the losing end here.
04
minseok/luhan | g | 527w
minseok gets a visit from his interesting neighbour.
luhan lets out a long groan as he buries his face in his pillows, trying not to breathe in. that neighbour is at it again! he was glad when the previous neighbours -some tall burly blonde guy with his equally tall and scary wushu stick welding boyfriend- moved out because the walls were thin and the pair were a little too enthusiastic in bed, but this. this is much worse!
the nerve of him!
minseok hums and twirls around a little in his kitchen. he has a mixing bowl cradled in his arm and he whips the batter to the music, hips swaying and feet light. his little skip is interrupted by the incessant ringing of the doorbell.
minseok opens the door to the brightest grin he has ever seen. "hello! i am luhan!"
minseok smiles uncertainly. he's moved in for two months now, and while he has passed by luhan a few times in the halls, the other boy has never shown any indication in wanting to know his new neighbour. well, minseok figures, better late than never.
then luhan whips out a fork.
immediately minseok falls to the floor, crouching and clutching his head with his arms. "please don't kill me!"
luhan cocks his head and laughs. "i was just here for cake! now let me in!" however, he is still brandishing the fork like a weapon, and minseok is not too fond of three pronged wounds so he lets the other boy in.
"it is insanely rude to bake in the middle of the night when the smell wafts right into my bedroom window," luhan comments. he sits on the tall stool by the kitchen tables and swings his feet.
minseok adjusts the hairnet on his head and lets out a sigh. "maybe it is also insanely rude to barge into your neighbour's house for cake? just a suggestion."
luhan does not reply because he is too busy licking the mixing spoon clean. "needs more sugar!" luhan says, waving the now saliva-covered spoon around before sticking it back into the batter. only minseok's brilliant upbringing stops him from wincing visibly.
minseok dips a finger into the batter and carefully brings it to his tongue. "uh, no. are your taste buds broken?"
"but, sugar!"
minseok shakes his head but luhan has leaned over the counter and dumped half a packet of the icing sugar into the batter.
"MY CUPCAKES." as an aspiring baker, minseok takes pride in his every baked creation and treats each batch like his baby. and now luhan bursts in with his threatening fork and messes his recipe up? minseok whips his head to glare at luhan, prepared to give the other boy a talking to of his life, but oh.
oh. luhan is smiling angelically and he has powdered sugar on his lips and cheeks and minseok just wants to lean forward and lick it off-
breathe, minseok. breathe.
somehow minseok finds himself baking an extra batch of cupcakes every week, with enough sugar to make anyone have instant diabetes. it takes an extra hour in the kitchen, but really if he's being entirely honest, minseok minds less than he should.