Three drabbles;; Infinite
So I feel kinda bad that I don't have a Lost in Love update for today (I am so terribly behind on everything, omg, you have no idea. I'm drowning in my writing.). So instead, here are some various infinite drabbles I've written for various things.
Show Me, Don't Tell Me
Wonjong;; PG - 13
The Stars That Shine, They Shine For You
WooL;; PG - 13
Kind of Blue
Woogyu;; G
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Show Me, Don't Tell Me
Wonjong;; PG - 13
Hoya always thought that Sungjong took his role as secretary a little bit too seriously. Whenever the younger man would pass by him, holding papers and strutting like he was the most important person in the company, Hoya couldn’t help but stop and give him a look of disbelief.
And maybe he was being a little bit too obvious with his staring because Sungjong called him out on it one day.
“Hoya, why do you always stare at me when I’m walking?” Hoya looked up from his desk to see Sungjong leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk. Hoya could see pale skin and smooth legs where Sungjong’s pants hitched up slightly.
“I don’t stare at you while you’re walking. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hoya pushed his glasses up his face before looking back down at his paperwork. Sungjong put his legs and and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers together.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Sungjong smirked when he saw Hoya’s hand stop writing as he formulated an answer.
“Does it matter?” Sungjong sighed and stood up from his desk to wander over to Hoya’s across the room. He leaned over the front of his desk and rested his head on his hands.
“Hoya,” Sungjong said in a sing-song voice, “why are you being so difficult today?” He pouted his lips as Hoya sighed, putting his pen down and taking off his glasses.
“Difficult?”
“You usually just answer me and move on. Why won’t you answer me? You do think I’m pretty, don’t you?” Hoya knew he wouldn’t get any work done unless he answered him eventually.
“Yes.” He replaced his glasses on his face and picked up his pen again.
“How pretty?” Now, Hoya was starting to get frustrated. He threw his pen down onto his desk and stood up, leaning forward onto his desk.
“What do you want from me, Sungjong?” He rounded his desk as Sungjong stood up, a little bit surprised by Hoya’s sudden action. Hoya pressed up against his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face into the crook of Sungjong’s neck.
“Show me how pretty you think I am.” Hoya groaned slightly as Sungjong tilted his head to the side, bringing his hand up to trace Hoya’s jaw line.
“I’m going to get fired for this.”
--
The Stars That Shine, They Shine For You
WooL;; PG - 13
Woohyun had this self destructive part of him that Myungsoo could never understand. Myungsoo couldn’t count the number of times he had to go bail Woohyun out of jail, take him home after he got so drunk he couldn’t even remember his name, or go looking for him whenever he just up and disappeared.
And on the other side, Woohyun couldn’t understand why Myungsoo kept trying to save him. He deemed himself a lost cause. Woohyun slept around, with both men and women, he drank at odd hours of the day. He blew through his money like every day would be his last, and somehow, he always had more.
“You know, one of these days, I’m going to be gone, and you’ll have to find someone else to bail you out of these things,” Myungsoo said as he helped Woohyun walk down the cold empty sidewalk. The bartender called him (Myungsoo was completely unaware that Woohyun had his number saved under speed dial two) to pick up Woohyun at the bar after he passed out a three in the morning.
“No, you won’t,” Woohyun slurred out. He took a few unsteady steps before falling over against Myungsoo, pushing him against a brick wall.
“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about you and why it is that you do whatever it is you do... Wait... does that make sense? Whatever. My point is,” Myungsoo leaned his head away from Woohyun as he laid his head on his shoulder, “that I figured out that you’re totally in love with me.”
“I’m in love with you? That’s a stretch.” Woohyun burped, sending an overwhelming smell of alcohol towards Myungsoo. Myungso wrinkled his nose before pushing at Woohyun gently and grabbing his arm to throw over his shoulder.
“Whatever, you know it’s true. You’re seeing everyone else get a piece of the Namstar, and I can tell you want it, too.” Myungsoo chuckled in the dark, practically dragging Woohyun down the sidewalk now. The other man seemed to forget how to walk in a straight line without tripping over his legs.
“Maybe you’re the one that wants me. The truth comes out when you’re drunk, they say. I think you’re beyond drunk, though.” Woohyun blinked at him a few times before opening his mouth to say something. But before he could, everything he drank came right back up, right onto Myungsoo’s shoes.
“Seriously? Fuck you, Nam Woohyun. Fuck. You.”
“I know you want to.”
--
Woohyun never woke up before two in the afternoon. When he woke up that day, his headache seemed worse than usual, and there was an added heat in his bed. He groaned as he tried to blink his eyes open.
The person on the other side of his bed sighed and rolled off before padding out of his room. Woohyun closed his eyes again, rubbing at his face. He heard a clink as they came back and placed a glass of water on his nightstand.
“Aspirin and some water. And you owe me a new pair of shoes.” Woohyun sat up on his bed and held his head as it throbbed.
“Myungsoo?” he croaked out.
“Yeah. Who else deals with you?”
--
Then Myungsoo disappeared. Woohyun found himself without the one person that tolerated the way he lived. His phone was dead. Woohyun left at least thirty voicemails over the week. He didn’t know who to ask about Myungsoo, because he never cared enough before to know who his friends were.
A month passed, and for some reason, Woohyun’s life sobered up. He drank less and less, and he spent less time with other people. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much about Myungsoo, but he cared enough to drive himself crazy.
A picture came for him at the end of the month. Woohyun stared at the stars in the sky, and the way the colors showed up against the dark sky. He flipped it over and read a message in a messy scrawl.
“Don’t have the words to say, baby I’m going away. Took another road ahead, and I’ll be so far away. Hey, Namstar. Come find me.”
Myungsoo.
--
Woohyun found him two weeks later, at the edge of the city, on the hill facing the country. He didn’t know how many days, how many nights Myungsoo spent out here alone, but he finally found him, and that was all that mattered.
“I’ve been out here, trying to get the perfect shot,” Myungsoo said, holding up his camera for Woohyun to see. Woohyun didn’t know how he knew he was there either.
“Come sit.” He patted the spot on the blanket beside him. Woohyun hesitated. He thought he would be angry at Myungsoo.
“Did you like the picture I sent you?” Myungsoo looked over his shoulder and grinned at him. Woohyun took a seat next to him, still trying to find some words.
“The stars. They shine pretty nicely, huh? I’d like to think they’re shining for me but... I think there’s one star that out shines them by lightyears.” Myungsoo turned to Woohyun and snapped a picture of him in the dark.
--
Kind of Blue
Woogyu;; G
"I think of you now more than ever. It's raining today. Rainy Sundays make it hard for me. When it rains, I can't do laundry, which means I can't do ironing. I can't go walking, and I can't lie down on the roof. All I can do is put the record player on auto repeat and listen to Kind of Blue over and over while I watch the rain falling in the quadrangle."
--
There were days that Sunggyu missed him more than others. Those days, he wandered around their shared apartment, staring at the pictures on the wall and smiling fondly at how happy they were, how it felt to be in his arms, how it felt to hear him whispering absolutely nothing in his ear.
Those days, Sunggyu couldn’t help but notice the dreary weather outside. It was always like that where he lived, but Woohyun made those days bearable, lighting up his life with a smile or a laugh.
It was raining that day, the clouds a menacing grey. The wind howled outside, blowing the rain sideways, straight into the sliding screen door. Sunggyu chuckled as he looked up from the book he was reading. At least he wouldn’t have to clean the outside of the door anymore.
He closed his book and stared out over the balcony. He could see the headlights of cars making their way to wherever their destination was. Sunggyu vaguely wondered what it was like where Woohyun was now.
Sunggyu knew that he shouldn’t be a little bit bitter about Woohyun’s job. He was doing something he loved, going around the world and learning to cook food from places Sunggyu probably hadn’t even heard of.
Suddenly, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner worked its way into his thoughts. His eyes moved to the pendulum before moving up to the hour and minute hands. Woohyun insisted on getting a grandfather clock and a tabacco pipe. Neither of them smoked, but Woohyun sometimes like to wear his bathrobe in a chair and pretend to smoke it on rainy days with Kind of Blue playing in the background. It was ridiculous, but it was Woohyun.
Sunggyu got up from the couch and the warm of the fireplace, shivering slightly as he entered their cold bedroom. Dirty clothes were thrown in a pile in the corner as he searched through the desk for his laptop. He hurried out of the room as soon as he found it and settled back in his position, opening his laptop and signing into Skype for their evening webcam dates.
He frowned when he didn’t see Woohyun signed on. He glanced up at the clock again, just to make sure he was on at the right time. He calculated the time zone difference in his head before furrowing his eyebrows.
A loud crash of thunder took him by surprise, making his heart beat out of his chest. There was another flash of lightning, followed by rolling thunder. The rain seemed to fall harder now, crashing against the balcony doors, threatening to break them.
There was another crash of thunder, but this time much softer. Confused, Sunggyu looked around until his attention was brought to the door. Setting his laptop on the coffee table, he tripped over some loose shoes before peeking through the peep hole to see a man in a coat and a hat banging on the door.
“Sunggyu! Good lord! It’s freezing, and I’m cold, and I’m wet, and I miss you. Just open the damn door already!” Sunggyu couldn’t get the door open fast enough, forgetting to unlock the chain. He heard his laughter float through the crack as he closed the door again to open it properly.
Woohyun was standing there in a large trench coat, fedora on his head. His luggage sat behind him, completely unnoticed. Sunggyu watched a grin appear on Woohyun’s face as he peeked into the apartment to see the fireplace going, the song in the background.
He tipped his hat forward before stepping in and wrapping his arms around Sunggyu’s waist and leaning in close to his ear.
“Miss me?”
Show Me, Don't Tell Me
Wonjong;; PG - 13
The Stars That Shine, They Shine For You
WooL;; PG - 13
Kind of Blue
Woogyu;; G
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Show Me, Don't Tell Me
Wonjong;; PG - 13
Hoya always thought that Sungjong took his role as secretary a little bit too seriously. Whenever the younger man would pass by him, holding papers and strutting like he was the most important person in the company, Hoya couldn’t help but stop and give him a look of disbelief.
And maybe he was being a little bit too obvious with his staring because Sungjong called him out on it one day.
“Hoya, why do you always stare at me when I’m walking?” Hoya looked up from his desk to see Sungjong leaning back in his chair, his feet propped up on his desk. Hoya could see pale skin and smooth legs where Sungjong’s pants hitched up slightly.
“I don’t stare at you while you’re walking. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Hoya pushed his glasses up his face before looking back down at his paperwork. Sungjong put his legs and and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his desk, lacing his fingers together.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Sungjong smirked when he saw Hoya’s hand stop writing as he formulated an answer.
“Does it matter?” Sungjong sighed and stood up from his desk to wander over to Hoya’s across the room. He leaned over the front of his desk and rested his head on his hands.
“Hoya,” Sungjong said in a sing-song voice, “why are you being so difficult today?” He pouted his lips as Hoya sighed, putting his pen down and taking off his glasses.
“Difficult?”
“You usually just answer me and move on. Why won’t you answer me? You do think I’m pretty, don’t you?” Hoya knew he wouldn’t get any work done unless he answered him eventually.
“Yes.” He replaced his glasses on his face and picked up his pen again.
“How pretty?” Now, Hoya was starting to get frustrated. He threw his pen down onto his desk and stood up, leaning forward onto his desk.
“What do you want from me, Sungjong?” He rounded his desk as Sungjong stood up, a little bit surprised by Hoya’s sudden action. Hoya pressed up against his back, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying his face into the crook of Sungjong’s neck.
“Show me how pretty you think I am.” Hoya groaned slightly as Sungjong tilted his head to the side, bringing his hand up to trace Hoya’s jaw line.
“I’m going to get fired for this.”
--
The Stars That Shine, They Shine For You
WooL;; PG - 13
Woohyun had this self destructive part of him that Myungsoo could never understand. Myungsoo couldn’t count the number of times he had to go bail Woohyun out of jail, take him home after he got so drunk he couldn’t even remember his name, or go looking for him whenever he just up and disappeared.
And on the other side, Woohyun couldn’t understand why Myungsoo kept trying to save him. He deemed himself a lost cause. Woohyun slept around, with both men and women, he drank at odd hours of the day. He blew through his money like every day would be his last, and somehow, he always had more.
“You know, one of these days, I’m going to be gone, and you’ll have to find someone else to bail you out of these things,” Myungsoo said as he helped Woohyun walk down the cold empty sidewalk. The bartender called him (Myungsoo was completely unaware that Woohyun had his number saved under speed dial two) to pick up Woohyun at the bar after he passed out a three in the morning.
“No, you won’t,” Woohyun slurred out. He took a few unsteady steps before falling over against Myungsoo, pushing him against a brick wall.
“You know, I’ve been thinking a lot about you and why it is that you do whatever it is you do... Wait... does that make sense? Whatever. My point is,” Myungsoo leaned his head away from Woohyun as he laid his head on his shoulder, “that I figured out that you’re totally in love with me.”
“I’m in love with you? That’s a stretch.” Woohyun burped, sending an overwhelming smell of alcohol towards Myungsoo. Myungso wrinkled his nose before pushing at Woohyun gently and grabbing his arm to throw over his shoulder.
“Whatever, you know it’s true. You’re seeing everyone else get a piece of the Namstar, and I can tell you want it, too.” Myungsoo chuckled in the dark, practically dragging Woohyun down the sidewalk now. The other man seemed to forget how to walk in a straight line without tripping over his legs.
“Maybe you’re the one that wants me. The truth comes out when you’re drunk, they say. I think you’re beyond drunk, though.” Woohyun blinked at him a few times before opening his mouth to say something. But before he could, everything he drank came right back up, right onto Myungsoo’s shoes.
“Seriously? Fuck you, Nam Woohyun. Fuck. You.”
“I know you want to.”
--
Woohyun never woke up before two in the afternoon. When he woke up that day, his headache seemed worse than usual, and there was an added heat in his bed. He groaned as he tried to blink his eyes open.
The person on the other side of his bed sighed and rolled off before padding out of his room. Woohyun closed his eyes again, rubbing at his face. He heard a clink as they came back and placed a glass of water on his nightstand.
“Aspirin and some water. And you owe me a new pair of shoes.” Woohyun sat up on his bed and held his head as it throbbed.
“Myungsoo?” he croaked out.
“Yeah. Who else deals with you?”
--
Then Myungsoo disappeared. Woohyun found himself without the one person that tolerated the way he lived. His phone was dead. Woohyun left at least thirty voicemails over the week. He didn’t know who to ask about Myungsoo, because he never cared enough before to know who his friends were.
A month passed, and for some reason, Woohyun’s life sobered up. He drank less and less, and he spent less time with other people. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much about Myungsoo, but he cared enough to drive himself crazy.
A picture came for him at the end of the month. Woohyun stared at the stars in the sky, and the way the colors showed up against the dark sky. He flipped it over and read a message in a messy scrawl.
“Don’t have the words to say, baby I’m going away. Took another road ahead, and I’ll be so far away. Hey, Namstar. Come find me.”
Myungsoo.
--
Woohyun found him two weeks later, at the edge of the city, on the hill facing the country. He didn’t know how many days, how many nights Myungsoo spent out here alone, but he finally found him, and that was all that mattered.
“I’ve been out here, trying to get the perfect shot,” Myungsoo said, holding up his camera for Woohyun to see. Woohyun didn’t know how he knew he was there either.
“Come sit.” He patted the spot on the blanket beside him. Woohyun hesitated. He thought he would be angry at Myungsoo.
“Did you like the picture I sent you?” Myungsoo looked over his shoulder and grinned at him. Woohyun took a seat next to him, still trying to find some words.
“The stars. They shine pretty nicely, huh? I’d like to think they’re shining for me but... I think there’s one star that out shines them by lightyears.” Myungsoo turned to Woohyun and snapped a picture of him in the dark.
--
Kind of Blue
Woogyu;; G
"I think of you now more than ever. It's raining today. Rainy Sundays make it hard for me. When it rains, I can't do laundry, which means I can't do ironing. I can't go walking, and I can't lie down on the roof. All I can do is put the record player on auto repeat and listen to Kind of Blue over and over while I watch the rain falling in the quadrangle."
--
There were days that Sunggyu missed him more than others. Those days, he wandered around their shared apartment, staring at the pictures on the wall and smiling fondly at how happy they were, how it felt to be in his arms, how it felt to hear him whispering absolutely nothing in his ear.
Those days, Sunggyu couldn’t help but notice the dreary weather outside. It was always like that where he lived, but Woohyun made those days bearable, lighting up his life with a smile or a laugh.
It was raining that day, the clouds a menacing grey. The wind howled outside, blowing the rain sideways, straight into the sliding screen door. Sunggyu chuckled as he looked up from the book he was reading. At least he wouldn’t have to clean the outside of the door anymore.
He closed his book and stared out over the balcony. He could see the headlights of cars making their way to wherever their destination was. Sunggyu vaguely wondered what it was like where Woohyun was now.
Sunggyu knew that he shouldn’t be a little bit bitter about Woohyun’s job. He was doing something he loved, going around the world and learning to cook food from places Sunggyu probably hadn’t even heard of.
Suddenly, the ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner worked its way into his thoughts. His eyes moved to the pendulum before moving up to the hour and minute hands. Woohyun insisted on getting a grandfather clock and a tabacco pipe. Neither of them smoked, but Woohyun sometimes like to wear his bathrobe in a chair and pretend to smoke it on rainy days with Kind of Blue playing in the background. It was ridiculous, but it was Woohyun.
Sunggyu got up from the couch and the warm of the fireplace, shivering slightly as he entered their cold bedroom. Dirty clothes were thrown in a pile in the corner as he searched through the desk for his laptop. He hurried out of the room as soon as he found it and settled back in his position, opening his laptop and signing into Skype for their evening webcam dates.
He frowned when he didn’t see Woohyun signed on. He glanced up at the clock again, just to make sure he was on at the right time. He calculated the time zone difference in his head before furrowing his eyebrows.
A loud crash of thunder took him by surprise, making his heart beat out of his chest. There was another flash of lightning, followed by rolling thunder. The rain seemed to fall harder now, crashing against the balcony doors, threatening to break them.
There was another crash of thunder, but this time much softer. Confused, Sunggyu looked around until his attention was brought to the door. Setting his laptop on the coffee table, he tripped over some loose shoes before peeking through the peep hole to see a man in a coat and a hat banging on the door.
“Sunggyu! Good lord! It’s freezing, and I’m cold, and I’m wet, and I miss you. Just open the damn door already!” Sunggyu couldn’t get the door open fast enough, forgetting to unlock the chain. He heard his laughter float through the crack as he closed the door again to open it properly.
Woohyun was standing there in a large trench coat, fedora on his head. His luggage sat behind him, completely unnoticed. Sunggyu watched a grin appear on Woohyun’s face as he peeked into the apartment to see the fireplace going, the song in the background.
He tipped his hat forward before stepping in and wrapping his arms around Sunggyu’s waist and leaning in close to his ear.
“Miss me?”