christmas drabbles.
g, fluff.
key/amber, jonghyun/luna, nichkhun/victoria, eunhyuk/donghae, kyuhyun/sungmin.
5 drabbles.
I wrote a drabble for each of my favourite pairings~
Hope you enjoy them! MERRY CHRISTMAS! <3
the key’s favourite locks.
244 words.
‘Ding dong.’
Key opens his eyes a crack, soul weary and body aching from SHINee’s Christmas party that just ended hours earlier. Someone else will get the door. He closes his eyes and …
‘Get the door, omma …’ Taemin mumbles next to him, voice rather muffled by the blanket scrunched up by his face.
‘Onew …’ Key rasps in reply. Ouch. He shouldn’t have screamed and yelled so much during that (slightly, ahem, drunk) session of christmas karaoke.
‘Headache …’ Onew whines the word out, going hay-dayyyyyyyy-ck.
‘You are a terrible drinker Onew.’
Key pushes himself off the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. Fine. Since it’s Christmas.
He swings open the door of their dorm carelessly as he leans against the wall, his floral print pajamas rumpled. (Onew had to ruin his only clean set of decent pajamas by spilling beer all over them in his drunken state.)
‘Merry Christmas Kibum!’
Amber. Her hair is … long. And cascading down her shoulders. She scratches her head sheepishly as his eyes widen and his lips curl into a tiny O.
‘f(x) … they thought I should do this for Christmas,’ she explains, face flushing.
‘You look beautiful,’ Key says softly, without thinking. Now they both look like beetroots.
An awkward silence ensues. And it is then that Key realizes that Amber’s lips are quivering, her eyes scrunched up like arcs on her face. A laugh escapes her lips.
‘Nice pajamas.’
‘Shut up.’
roomed with a kiss
152 words.
Luna snuggles into Jonghyun’s chest, closing her eyes. Jonghyun strokes her hair and grins.
‘Don’t fall asleep here, I’m not going to be your mattress.’
‘Mmm.’
Jonghyun gives her cheek a prod.
‘Yah!’ Luna pushes off his chest a little, looking up to face him, only to find herself meeting Jonghyun lips-to-lips.
She moves away hurriedly, face scarlet. Jonghyun smirks, lifting her chin up with his right hand. He waits for a moment, gauging her reaction. Luna’s face is scrunched up cutely, her eyes closed and lips stuck out in a pouty manner. She really wants to kiss him, doesn’t she? Jonghyun chuckles softly.
He leans in to those pouty lips and kisses them, arms wrapping themselves around her waist. Luna’s heart goes on overdrive, thumping wildly as she kisses him back. The kiss is perfect and pure, no tongues, no excessive movement.
‘Yah,’ a voice sounds behind them. ‘Get a room.’
mistletoe
225 words.
Victoria opens the door to the apartment she shares with Nichkhun. Stifling a yawn, she slips out of her white boots.
‘Appa?’
She looks about the house, and her mouth opens in shock. Evenly spaced out all over the ceiling are mistletoes hanging from lengths of red ribbon.
‘Appa?’ she calls again, walking about the house, head tilted upward at the mistletoes in wide-eyed wonder. She makes her way up to the second floor of the apartment. The ceiling there, too, is covered with lush green mistletoes. She wanders into the bedroom.
Victoria smiles. Snoring softly on the bed, is Nichkhun. She sits down carefully beside him on the bed, but ends up waking him anyway.
‘Omma?’ Nichkhun smiles wearily, sitting up on the bed. ‘You’re home.’
‘Did you do all this?’ Victoria asks, pointing up at the mistletoes.
‘Yeah.’ Nichkhun grins.
‘What for? Don’t two people under mistletoe have to kiss each other?’ Victoria frowns, confused.
‘Yeah.’ Nichkhun’s smile gets wider.
‘Appa …’ Victoria pouts, scrunching her face up as though she was going to cry.
‘Eh? What happened?’ Nichkhun’s smile ceases.
‘You’re so perverted!’ Victoria’s expression changes in a fleeting moment to a grin as she hits him with a pillow. She laughs at his fumbling, lying down on the bed with a thump.
‘You’re still going to kiss me, you know that.’
20 straw hearts
251 words.
Donghae hurries out of his room to the little Christmas tree in the dorm’s living room, his soft brown hair uncombed, and pajama top not completely buttoned. It’s Christmas, and he wants presents! Before he sits down to begin his hunt for all his presents, an unwrapped glass jar catches his eye. He picks it up. Scrawled on its plain metal lid is ‘for: donghae’.
Mine? He holds it up to eye level. Straw hearts of all colours fill the entire jar to the brim. There must be at least a few hundreds of them.
‘Merry Christmas, Hae. I hope you remember what you said last night.’
Donghae turns, finding before him a blushing, smiling Eunhyuk.
Fold me straw hearts for Christmas, Hyukkie. For every 20 hearts, I’ll give you a kiss. That’s my Christmas present for you.
‘How many are there?’ Donghae asks, smirking.
‘Oh, I don’t know …’ Eunhyuk says innocently. ‘I didn’t bother counting.’
‘It’ll take forever to count these, Hyukkie,’ Donghae says, eyes bright as he looks once again at the multi-coloured hearts. Sunlight streams through the translucent material, casting colours all over his face. It makes him look magical somehow, ethereally beautiful.
‘Well Donghae,’ Eunhyuk grins. ‘You could just kiss me until I’ve had enough. There should be enough straw hearts for that.’
‘Okay,’ Donghae says. That sounds reasonable …
‘Hey!’ Donghae frowns.
‘The dim bulb brightens,’ Eunhyuk laughs.
‘You’ll never have enough of kissing me,’ Donghae says, smirking.
‘Exactly.’
And with that, Eunhyuk kisses Donghae.
(un)wanted: caroling
243 words.
Sungmin bounces about the dorm, singing merrily.
‘We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we-‘
‘Sungmin-ah, stop singing that!’ Donghae grumbles from his room.
‘Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sl-‘
‘Sungmin!’
‘Deck the-‘
‘Yah!’
Donghae clambers out of bed and goes to wake Kyuhyun. Surprisingly, Kyuhyun hasn’t been affected by Sungmin’s singing at all.
‘Kyuhyun, wake up!’ He shakes the magnae by the shoulders.
‘Mm?’ Kyuhyun’s eyes open a little fraction. ‘What?’
‘Go get Sungmin to keep quiet.’
‘Eh?’
‘He’s singing like mad in the living room, and I want to sleep! Go!’
Donghae pulls Kyuhyun up from bed and pushes him out the door to the living room. Kyuhyun opens his eyes groggily and lumbers towards Sungmin.
‘Minnie …’ he yawns.
Sungmin is singing again, smiling and as belts out song after song of Christmas.
‘Minnie, why are you singing? It’s waking Donghae hyung.’
‘Because, I, want, to,’ Sungmin says in between singing.
‘Can you do it later, Minnie? Donghae hyung’s going to get mad.’
‘So you’re on his side too?’ Sungmin pouts.
‘Eh?’
‘You rather help Donghae hyung keep me quiet than sing with me!’
‘No Minnie, I … sing with you?’
‘Yeah, sing with me, Kyu,’ Sungmin says, eyes wide as he looks up at Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun feels himself melting.
‘Alright Minnie,’ Kyuhyun smiles. ‘I’ll sing with you.’
And they begin.
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Falalalalalalalala
Deck the-‘
‘Yah!’
key/amber, jonghyun/luna, nichkhun/victoria, eunhyuk/donghae, kyuhyun/sungmin.
5 drabbles.
I wrote a drabble for each of my favourite pairings~
Hope you enjoy them! MERRY CHRISTMAS! <3
the key’s favourite locks.
244 words.
‘Ding dong.’
Key opens his eyes a crack, soul weary and body aching from SHINee’s Christmas party that just ended hours earlier. Someone else will get the door. He closes his eyes and …
‘Get the door, omma …’ Taemin mumbles next to him, voice rather muffled by the blanket scrunched up by his face.
‘Onew …’ Key rasps in reply. Ouch. He shouldn’t have screamed and yelled so much during that (slightly, ahem, drunk) session of christmas karaoke.
‘Headache …’ Onew whines the word out, going hay-dayyyyyyyy-ck.
‘You are a terrible drinker Onew.’
Key pushes himself off the mattress, propping himself up on his elbows. Fine. Since it’s Christmas.
He swings open the door of their dorm carelessly as he leans against the wall, his floral print pajamas rumpled. (Onew had to ruin his only clean set of decent pajamas by spilling beer all over them in his drunken state.)
‘Merry Christmas Kibum!’
Amber. Her hair is … long. And cascading down her shoulders. She scratches her head sheepishly as his eyes widen and his lips curl into a tiny O.
‘f(x) … they thought I should do this for Christmas,’ she explains, face flushing.
‘You look beautiful,’ Key says softly, without thinking. Now they both look like beetroots.
An awkward silence ensues. And it is then that Key realizes that Amber’s lips are quivering, her eyes scrunched up like arcs on her face. A laugh escapes her lips.
‘Nice pajamas.’
‘Shut up.’
roomed with a kiss
152 words.
Luna snuggles into Jonghyun’s chest, closing her eyes. Jonghyun strokes her hair and grins.
‘Don’t fall asleep here, I’m not going to be your mattress.’
‘Mmm.’
Jonghyun gives her cheek a prod.
‘Yah!’ Luna pushes off his chest a little, looking up to face him, only to find herself meeting Jonghyun lips-to-lips.
She moves away hurriedly, face scarlet. Jonghyun smirks, lifting her chin up with his right hand. He waits for a moment, gauging her reaction. Luna’s face is scrunched up cutely, her eyes closed and lips stuck out in a pouty manner. She really wants to kiss him, doesn’t she? Jonghyun chuckles softly.
He leans in to those pouty lips and kisses them, arms wrapping themselves around her waist. Luna’s heart goes on overdrive, thumping wildly as she kisses him back. The kiss is perfect and pure, no tongues, no excessive movement.
‘Yah,’ a voice sounds behind them. ‘Get a room.’
mistletoe
225 words.
Victoria opens the door to the apartment she shares with Nichkhun. Stifling a yawn, she slips out of her white boots.
‘Appa?’
She looks about the house, and her mouth opens in shock. Evenly spaced out all over the ceiling are mistletoes hanging from lengths of red ribbon.
‘Appa?’ she calls again, walking about the house, head tilted upward at the mistletoes in wide-eyed wonder. She makes her way up to the second floor of the apartment. The ceiling there, too, is covered with lush green mistletoes. She wanders into the bedroom.
Victoria smiles. Snoring softly on the bed, is Nichkhun. She sits down carefully beside him on the bed, but ends up waking him anyway.
‘Omma?’ Nichkhun smiles wearily, sitting up on the bed. ‘You’re home.’
‘Did you do all this?’ Victoria asks, pointing up at the mistletoes.
‘Yeah.’ Nichkhun grins.
‘What for? Don’t two people under mistletoe have to kiss each other?’ Victoria frowns, confused.
‘Yeah.’ Nichkhun’s smile gets wider.
‘Appa …’ Victoria pouts, scrunching her face up as though she was going to cry.
‘Eh? What happened?’ Nichkhun’s smile ceases.
‘You’re so perverted!’ Victoria’s expression changes in a fleeting moment to a grin as she hits him with a pillow. She laughs at his fumbling, lying down on the bed with a thump.
‘You’re still going to kiss me, you know that.’
20 straw hearts
251 words.
Donghae hurries out of his room to the little Christmas tree in the dorm’s living room, his soft brown hair uncombed, and pajama top not completely buttoned. It’s Christmas, and he wants presents! Before he sits down to begin his hunt for all his presents, an unwrapped glass jar catches his eye. He picks it up. Scrawled on its plain metal lid is ‘for: donghae’.
Mine? He holds it up to eye level. Straw hearts of all colours fill the entire jar to the brim. There must be at least a few hundreds of them.
‘Merry Christmas, Hae. I hope you remember what you said last night.’
Donghae turns, finding before him a blushing, smiling Eunhyuk.
Fold me straw hearts for Christmas, Hyukkie. For every 20 hearts, I’ll give you a kiss. That’s my Christmas present for you.
‘How many are there?’ Donghae asks, smirking.
‘Oh, I don’t know …’ Eunhyuk says innocently. ‘I didn’t bother counting.’
‘It’ll take forever to count these, Hyukkie,’ Donghae says, eyes bright as he looks once again at the multi-coloured hearts. Sunlight streams through the translucent material, casting colours all over his face. It makes him look magical somehow, ethereally beautiful.
‘Well Donghae,’ Eunhyuk grins. ‘You could just kiss me until I’ve had enough. There should be enough straw hearts for that.’
‘Okay,’ Donghae says. That sounds reasonable …
‘Hey!’ Donghae frowns.
‘The dim bulb brightens,’ Eunhyuk laughs.
‘You’ll never have enough of kissing me,’ Donghae says, smirking.
‘Exactly.’
And with that, Eunhyuk kisses Donghae.
(un)wanted: caroling
243 words.
Sungmin bounces about the dorm, singing merrily.
‘We wish you a Merry Christmas, we wish you a Merry Christmas, we-‘
‘Sungmin-ah, stop singing that!’ Donghae grumbles from his room.
‘Dashing through the snow, on a one horse open sl-‘
‘Sungmin!’
‘Deck the-‘
‘Yah!’
Donghae clambers out of bed and goes to wake Kyuhyun. Surprisingly, Kyuhyun hasn’t been affected by Sungmin’s singing at all.
‘Kyuhyun, wake up!’ He shakes the magnae by the shoulders.
‘Mm?’ Kyuhyun’s eyes open a little fraction. ‘What?’
‘Go get Sungmin to keep quiet.’
‘Eh?’
‘He’s singing like mad in the living room, and I want to sleep! Go!’
Donghae pulls Kyuhyun up from bed and pushes him out the door to the living room. Kyuhyun opens his eyes groggily and lumbers towards Sungmin.
‘Minnie …’ he yawns.
Sungmin is singing again, smiling and as belts out song after song of Christmas.
‘Minnie, why are you singing? It’s waking Donghae hyung.’
‘Because, I, want, to,’ Sungmin says in between singing.
‘Can you do it later, Minnie? Donghae hyung’s going to get mad.’
‘So you’re on his side too?’ Sungmin pouts.
‘Eh?’
‘You rather help Donghae hyung keep me quiet than sing with me!’
‘No Minnie, I … sing with you?’
‘Yeah, sing with me, Kyu,’ Sungmin says, eyes wide as he looks up at Kyuhyun.
Kyuhyun feels himself melting.
‘Alright Minnie,’ Kyuhyun smiles. ‘I’ll sing with you.’
And they begin.
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Falalalalalalalala
Deck the-‘
‘Yah!’