Drabble Dump
Just reposting some things that have been around for awhile. I wrote a couple of drabbles for je_100, and another for a kpop meme.
Windchime Philosophy. Yabu/Hikaru.
Hikaru wakes up on Yabu’s porch, sore after his unscheduled nap in the August heat.
Yabu sits under the windchime, his yukata sloping indecently low off his shoulders. “Eat.” He moves the bowl of neatly sliced watermelons towards Hikaru.
Hikaru takes a minute to comply, methodically spitting the seeds out before asking, “That’s not yours, is it?”
“Onee-chan said I could have it.” Yabu picks at the hem of his yukata. “It’s kind of thin.”
Hikaru watches as the silk hugs the edge of Yabu’s shoulder blades, his eyes fixating on the way it cascades down Yabu’s chest. “It’s perfect.”
Team Work. Mis Snow Man. Because of this.
Sanada draws a penguin on the cake. It looks like a big black blob threw up on the vanilla icing. He gets slapped on the head by Watanabe.
Miyadate drops the box of candles when Abe runs into him, and Sakuma steps on the majority of them by accident. Nozawa helps them clean up the mess while Onodera borrows a lighter from the cameraman.
They come to an abrupt halt when Iwamoto leads Fukka back into the dressing room. Sanada lets out an awkward laugh and everyone goes, “Surprise!”
There are only five candles on the cake. Fukka cries anyways.
Tourist Hats. Yamajima
Yuto firmly believes in going shirtless, wearing tourist hats, and doing various other embarrassing activities at the beach.
Yamada just believes in not being lame.
“Just relax, Yama-chan,” Yuto says, offering Yamada some of his strawberry snow cone. It’s the third one Yuto has bought from the oba-san at the ice-cream booth.
Yamada eyes the red syrup and cries foul. Yuto’s not the one watching his weight! Yuto’s not on a dairy diet so he can outgrow Ryutaro! Yuto-
-Is beaming happily at him, and Yamada realizes he can never say no to Yuto. Or strawberries. But mostly just Yuto.
Public Indecency. Yamajima
The air condition unit at school goes out during a power outage.
It starts innocently with Yamada loosening his tie. Next his sleeves are rolled up. Then the first two buttons of his shirt come undone. At last, after twenty minutes of fanning himself with the uchiwa of Ohno from Chinen’s desk, Yamada begins reaching for the hem of his undershirt.
“Yama-chan!” Yuto whines, but promptly shuts up when Yamada invades Yuto’s personal space, leaning against him. “What are you doing?”
Yamada smiles in an eerie way. “Your shirt,” he breathes into Yuto’s face. “It needs to come off too.”
Deep Kiss. Yabu Hikaru lol about this clip.
Yabu lies on his back and relishes the way the cool air hits his face just perfectly from his spot on the bed. He frowns when the pleasantness suddenly leaves, opening his eyes to find Hikaru towering over him. “What?”
“I used it again.” Hikaru grins, balancing himself on one arm over Yabu’s pillow. “You put it on the right side of the sink.”
Yabu snorts. “You just want to tell people another story about our ~deep kiss~.”
“Or, I could just do this.” Hikaru leans down to capture Yabu’s lips.
In the background, the air condition continues to hum.
Idea. Hyakushiki cast.
“Are you kidding?” Tottsu says when the crew sets the stuff out on the table. He picks forlornly at a few odd pieces before adding, “Please say yes.”
“But this is the topic of our episode!” Inohara beams. “So I think it’s a good idea for you kids to assemble one yourself, ne?”
“You think it’s a good idea to let Sanada run wild with a screw driver?” Fujigaya asks, for verification purposes.
In the background, Sanada is already reaching for the toolbox. Thankfully, Takada pulls it out of his reach for the sanity and safety of his cast mates.
Lost in Translation. Donghae/Otsuka Ai
Donghae gets separated from the rest of Super Junior in Shibuya when he gets distracted by a takoyaki stand. By the time he charms the ajumma into giving him a free box of nom noms, the rest of the group is no where in sight.
Well, Donghae thinks as he munches on the takoyaki, this is unfortunate. He wanders around the shopping district for a few hours, taking pictures with various people in dandy maid outfits and snazzy costumes. The cosplayers humor Donghae because he’s cute. Donghae thinks it’s because of his amazing Japanese.
“Oh,” someone says when Donghae is sitting on a bench, staring pathetically at his empty box. “Are you lost?”
The girl in front of him smiles, her soft (they must have been soft, Donghae decides, because they’re perfectly wavy and tangle-free) auburn hair hidden under a baseball cap. She listens to Donghae babble in a mixture of Korean, thai, Chinese, and Japanese (Sawasdeekrub wo shi desu hae yo) before laughing. “I know where you should be,” she tells him with a smile, putting one hand on his arm and leading him through the crowds of hime gyuarus watching them.
Donghae follows her happily, attempting to start a conversation. She laughs pleasantly at him, her eyes conveying the same delight that Donghae understands.
They end up in a small police station with all of super junior crammed inside. Eeteuk is relaying, with much flailing and movement of his arms, things to their translator. “Oh, it’s hyung,” Kyuhyun mentions absently when he spots Donghae, and suddenly everyone is circling around Donghae while he shows off the amazing people he met with his camera phone.
The girl is gone by the time Donghae notices. He sulks a little on the way back to their hotel.
It doesn’t matter anyways, because he ends up running into her backstage at Music Station three days later.
Great expectations. Taecyeon (2PM)
Taecyeon gets a call from his friends in America one day.
“So, I saw your little girl band parody thing,” Kelly, a Chinese girl he went to high school with, tells him over the phone. She’s busy juggling double majors at Berkley, and somehow Taecyeon is more than horrified that even she knows. “It was interesting.” She stops when someone steals the phone.
It’s Eric, the half-Korean he’s known all his life, and the same guy who got into a fight with Taecyeon in eighth grade over some yu-gi-oh cards. This time, though, Eric is shrieking something that sounds like, “Ok Taecyeon, what the hell are you doing with your life?!” over the phone.
“Let me put you on three way,” Kelly tells him, and suddenly there’s a small beeping noise. “By the way, Eric is sobbing right now. He wasn’t expecting the bows.” She pauses. “Or the socks.”
“You guys,” Taecyeon tries to explain in English without sounding too much like a fob. “It wasn’t my idea, they-”
“Taec,” Sahad says suddenly, and Taecyeon wonders why even the Harvard bastard has time to stream Inkigayo from the internet when Taecyeon doesn’t even have time to sleep on most days. “ You said you were going to be a model, man. You said you were going to be a model.”
BTW, I deleted a bunch of tags, so now they're all over the place. Check the fic archive if you're looking for something.
Windchime Philosophy. Yabu/Hikaru.
Hikaru wakes up on Yabu’s porch, sore after his unscheduled nap in the August heat.
Yabu sits under the windchime, his yukata sloping indecently low off his shoulders. “Eat.” He moves the bowl of neatly sliced watermelons towards Hikaru.
Hikaru takes a minute to comply, methodically spitting the seeds out before asking, “That’s not yours, is it?”
“Onee-chan said I could have it.” Yabu picks at the hem of his yukata. “It’s kind of thin.”
Hikaru watches as the silk hugs the edge of Yabu’s shoulder blades, his eyes fixating on the way it cascades down Yabu’s chest. “It’s perfect.”
Team Work. Mis Snow Man. Because of this.
Sanada draws a penguin on the cake. It looks like a big black blob threw up on the vanilla icing. He gets slapped on the head by Watanabe.
Miyadate drops the box of candles when Abe runs into him, and Sakuma steps on the majority of them by accident. Nozawa helps them clean up the mess while Onodera borrows a lighter from the cameraman.
They come to an abrupt halt when Iwamoto leads Fukka back into the dressing room. Sanada lets out an awkward laugh and everyone goes, “Surprise!”
There are only five candles on the cake. Fukka cries anyways.
Tourist Hats. Yamajima
Yuto firmly believes in going shirtless, wearing tourist hats, and doing various other embarrassing activities at the beach.
Yamada just believes in not being lame.
“Just relax, Yama-chan,” Yuto says, offering Yamada some of his strawberry snow cone. It’s the third one Yuto has bought from the oba-san at the ice-cream booth.
Yamada eyes the red syrup and cries foul. Yuto’s not the one watching his weight! Yuto’s not on a dairy diet so he can outgrow Ryutaro! Yuto-
-Is beaming happily at him, and Yamada realizes he can never say no to Yuto. Or strawberries. But mostly just Yuto.
Public Indecency. Yamajima
The air condition unit at school goes out during a power outage.
It starts innocently with Yamada loosening his tie. Next his sleeves are rolled up. Then the first two buttons of his shirt come undone. At last, after twenty minutes of fanning himself with the uchiwa of Ohno from Chinen’s desk, Yamada begins reaching for the hem of his undershirt.
“Yama-chan!” Yuto whines, but promptly shuts up when Yamada invades Yuto’s personal space, leaning against him. “What are you doing?”
Yamada smiles in an eerie way. “Your shirt,” he breathes into Yuto’s face. “It needs to come off too.”
Deep Kiss. Yabu Hikaru lol about this clip.
Yabu lies on his back and relishes the way the cool air hits his face just perfectly from his spot on the bed. He frowns when the pleasantness suddenly leaves, opening his eyes to find Hikaru towering over him. “What?”
“I used it again.” Hikaru grins, balancing himself on one arm over Yabu’s pillow. “You put it on the right side of the sink.”
Yabu snorts. “You just want to tell people another story about our ~deep kiss~.”
“Or, I could just do this.” Hikaru leans down to capture Yabu’s lips.
In the background, the air condition continues to hum.
Idea. Hyakushiki cast.
“Are you kidding?” Tottsu says when the crew sets the stuff out on the table. He picks forlornly at a few odd pieces before adding, “Please say yes.”
“But this is the topic of our episode!” Inohara beams. “So I think it’s a good idea for you kids to assemble one yourself, ne?”
“You think it’s a good idea to let Sanada run wild with a screw driver?” Fujigaya asks, for verification purposes.
In the background, Sanada is already reaching for the toolbox. Thankfully, Takada pulls it out of his reach for the sanity and safety of his cast mates.
Lost in Translation. Donghae/Otsuka Ai
Donghae gets separated from the rest of Super Junior in Shibuya when he gets distracted by a takoyaki stand. By the time he charms the ajumma into giving him a free box of nom noms, the rest of the group is no where in sight.
Well, Donghae thinks as he munches on the takoyaki, this is unfortunate. He wanders around the shopping district for a few hours, taking pictures with various people in dandy maid outfits and snazzy costumes. The cosplayers humor Donghae because he’s cute. Donghae thinks it’s because of his amazing Japanese.
“Oh,” someone says when Donghae is sitting on a bench, staring pathetically at his empty box. “Are you lost?”
The girl in front of him smiles, her soft (they must have been soft, Donghae decides, because they’re perfectly wavy and tangle-free) auburn hair hidden under a baseball cap. She listens to Donghae babble in a mixture of Korean, thai, Chinese, and Japanese (Sawasdeekrub wo shi desu hae yo) before laughing. “I know where you should be,” she tells him with a smile, putting one hand on his arm and leading him through the crowds of hime gyuarus watching them.
Donghae follows her happily, attempting to start a conversation. She laughs pleasantly at him, her eyes conveying the same delight that Donghae understands.
They end up in a small police station with all of super junior crammed inside. Eeteuk is relaying, with much flailing and movement of his arms, things to their translator. “Oh, it’s hyung,” Kyuhyun mentions absently when he spots Donghae, and suddenly everyone is circling around Donghae while he shows off the amazing people he met with his camera phone.
The girl is gone by the time Donghae notices. He sulks a little on the way back to their hotel.
It doesn’t matter anyways, because he ends up running into her backstage at Music Station three days later.
Great expectations. Taecyeon (2PM)
Taecyeon gets a call from his friends in America one day.
“So, I saw your little girl band parody thing,” Kelly, a Chinese girl he went to high school with, tells him over the phone. She’s busy juggling double majors at Berkley, and somehow Taecyeon is more than horrified that even she knows. “It was interesting.” She stops when someone steals the phone.
It’s Eric, the half-Korean he’s known all his life, and the same guy who got into a fight with Taecyeon in eighth grade over some yu-gi-oh cards. This time, though, Eric is shrieking something that sounds like, “Ok Taecyeon, what the hell are you doing with your life?!” over the phone.
“Let me put you on three way,” Kelly tells him, and suddenly there’s a small beeping noise. “By the way, Eric is sobbing right now. He wasn’t expecting the bows.” She pauses. “Or the socks.”
“You guys,” Taecyeon tries to explain in English without sounding too much like a fob. “It wasn’t my idea, they-”
“Taec,” Sahad says suddenly, and Taecyeon wonders why even the Harvard bastard has time to stream Inkigayo from the internet when Taecyeon doesn’t even have time to sleep on most days. “ You said you were going to be a model, man. You said you were going to be a model.”
BTW, I deleted a bunch of tags, so now they're all over the place. Check the fic archive if you're looking for something.