Fulfilled Drabbles
Fulfilled Drabbles from this request page.
Like Oxygen. SNSD/Shinee. G.
Prompt: The awkwardness between them after the sexy dance break?
Onew’s fierce expression drops off his face as soon as he’s off-stage, letting go of that small breath he had held for exactly 43 seconds. It was as if he had been the one dancing with impossibly short shorts and three inch heels.
“Come on,” Key says, giving Leader a light push so they’re no longer blocking the hallway in a straight-line of ripped jackets and shiny pants. Behind him, Jonghyun is humming to a familiar tune.
The girls are back in their dressing room, busy reapplying their lipstick or brushing each other’s hair or whatever it is that girls with sexy, hopelessly long legs and sweet smelling hair do.
Not that it had always been smooth sailing for them. Hyoyeon had nearly knocked Onew’s teeth out during rehearsal, and more than once Jonghyun had flushed and refused to meet Jessica’s eyes. Even Minho’s blank-face had faltered, just for a second. Taemin had remained mostly silent, which Onew takes as a blessing just thinking of the question Taemin could ask in these kinds of situation. And Key, well, Onew never knows what goes on in Key’s mind.
“Give it up, hyung,” Minho says when Onew’s eyes linger on SNSD’s dressing room a moment too long. There’s a whimsical tone in his voice. “They’ve moved on already.”
To Onew, it sounds more like “They’re way out of our league.”
Confessions. Inoo + Yabu. G.
Prompt: Inoobu, one of their ~late night phone calls~
Inoo likes to tell Yabu things at night, when the only thing between them is the seemingly long distance between Yabu’s periodic silence over the line and Inoo’s self consciousness that resurfaces every so often.
Inoo likes to tell Yabu his deepest secrets at dawn, when the birds are beginning to chirp outside of his window and he can hear Yabu’s low hum in the background as Yabu sleeps in silence, once again having forgotten to end the call.
Inoo likes to tell Yabu things because Yabu is genuine and trustworthy, despite cheeky smiles and high-pitched laughter. Yabu doesn’t share Inoo’s secrets with anyone.
Inoo likes to tell Yabu things because he can’t hold so many emotions within him at once, so he lets Yabu hold them for him until the day Inoo is ready to take them back.
A Little Like Love. Sungmin/Sooyoung/Sunny love triangle. G.
Prompt: first love and what comes after it.
Sooyoung is bright smiles, radiating absolute happiness everywhere she goes, to everything she touches. Sooyoung is easy grins and laid-back chair-swinging during commercials and long legs nudging his under the table when Sungmin is feeling particularly tired during recordings.
Sunny is faint laughter and gentle reminders and unexpectedly wise with introspective comments and soothing smiles. Sunny is everything charming and delicate when her shoulders touch Sungmin’s, her hand slipping into his and their fingers locking with ease.
Sungmin thinks they’re the loveliest girls on earth and one day, they will make someone other than him very, very happy.
More than Enough. Yesung/Eetuek. G
Yesung/Eeteuk! Prompt is this pic and "it's never enough". 8D
Yesung is not the first to pat him on the back like Kangin, laughing and pulling him close with a note of, "Take a break, Teukie." He’s not the first to kneel by his side like Ryeowook, concern in his voice as he looks up and asks, “is there anything I can get for you, Hyung?” He’s not even like Heechul, who steals Hyuk’s extra blanket and throws it on top of Eeteuk’s bed at night, telling him to take better care of himself.
But Yesung is not foolish, he sees the way exhaustion attacks their brave leader, pulling at the edge of his eyes until his smiles are no longer as youthful.
In the morning, when it’s just Yesung and a tired Eeteuk in the dinning room with a quiet Kyuhyun sleeping in the other room, he pulls his chair closer to Eeteuk’s and hands him another box of medicine. “Aish, you work too hard,” Yesung says.
“There’s not enough minutes in an hour, not enough time in a day,” Eeteuk tries to explain, voice gone and nose stuffy.
“It’s never enough for you, is it?” Yesung asks, his hands landing on Eetuek’s shoulder as he slowly massages the stiff muscles on Eeteuk’s back. He watches as Eeteuk relax, content written all over his face. Yesung doesn’t tell him this, but in the back of his mind, he knows that Eeteuk is more than enough.
Like the Stars in the Sky. Qmi. G.
Prompt: Suju! Qmi! Music!
Zhou Mi is young and ambitious. He practices his scores everyday, when the rest of his vocal class has left the studio and moved on to do other things with their lives. But singing- singing is Zhou Mi’s life, so he never tires, and he never stops.
His roommate is a quiet boy with a handful of odd friends and an affinity for starcraft. He doesn’t really talk to Zhou Mi at all for the first month, his fingers too busy dancing over the keys as he games through the night. Sometimes he even plugs in his headphones to ignore Zhou Mi’s attempts of starting a conversation.
One day, Zhou Mi sneaks into their dorm in the middle of the night and hears singing in the hall bath. It’s the music to a familiar digitalized tune, sung by the voice of an angel. He stays in the hallway until Kyuhyun comes out the door, blinking as he runs a towel through his damp hair.
-and then Zhou Mi falls in love.
Not For the Faint of Heart. Qmi. G.
Prompt: this pic
Kyuhyun is quiet and unreadable, with secret eye-rolls and a tendency to over pause, making Zhou Mi want to pull his own hair out in frustration. Kyuhyun is careful and calculating, never opening his mouth unless there’s a reason to say something, to do something.
Zhou Mi never understood the reason Kyuhyun would scoot closer to him, as if he can actually read Zhou Mi, as if he actually knows, making Zhou Mi’s heart beat so fast that he wants to tear it out and give it to Kyuhyun in open palms.
But then the moment ends, the warmness leaves, and Zhou Mi is left wondering, hoping, wishing it was all real. It isn’t, of course, and he only has his own pathetic heart to blame.
Zhou Mi has a nosebleed in the middle of shooting, for no apparent reason. The blood trickles down his face before he knows it, and suddenly the audience is shouting and Siwon is moving his mouth and Henry is looking around franticly-
-But then Kyuhyun is in front of him, tilting his chin up and carefully wiping the side of his face with a handkerchief, making sure not to get both of their outfits dirty. The rest of Super Junior M crowds around him, Hangkyung running a soothing hand down Zhou Mi’s back and Donghae making a joke about Zhou Mi thinking perverted thoughts.
Something flashes in Kyuhyun’s eyes when the MC suggests that Zhou Mi sits down on the sideline. They postpone shooting for half an hour, with people running around and trying to get Zhou Mi unnecessary things while he explains, “No, really, I’m fine!”
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi says back at the hotel, when he finally pulls the bloody handkerchief out of his pockets and returns it. “You’re supposed to save this for a girl in distress!”
“What?” Kyuhyun says, once again face-blank.
“You’re supposed to save this,” Zhou Mi tries to explain. “You’re supposed to meet a girl crying in the rain and give this to her to wipe away her tears! That’s what handkerchiefs are for!”
“You’re ridiculous,” Kyuhyun laughs, crumpling the piece of cloth in one hand while he pulls Zhou Mi closer with his other hand.
Zhou Mi opens his mouth to complain, but then Kyuhyun’s fingers are tangled in his, and Zhou Mi thinks, for now, that this is okay too.
Rain Dance. Yamajima. G
Prompt: Yamajima with the classic kiss in the rain.
They sprint out of the building after clean up duty. Somehow, across the distance of the school yard, their quick dash turns into a dance under the rain, hand in hand, Yuto jumping over puddles and pulling a laughing Yamada with him.
“Yama-chan,” Yuto says suddenly, when their delightful waltz in the rain has allowed the water to soak through the jacket of his uniform. His hands land on Yamada’s shoulders as the brunet peers at him under wet bangs.
The courtyard is empty save for them. The enchanting splatter of rain on the pavement is their only companion as Yamada takes the leap, leaning up to brush his lips against Yuto’s.
She's Just Not that Into you. SHINee. college!Au
Prompt: Jongsica! He's Just Not That Into you (But like, she's not that into him) "Maybe he forgot your hut number...or got eaten by a lion"
“I don’t get it,” Jonghyun says after his first blind date with Tiffany’s friend. The fact that Tiffany, the girl who never shuts up during class and is more concerned about her nail color than the topic of their exam, is the matchmaker should have meant something.
But it’s Jonghyun, so of course it doesn’t. Onew spends three days listening to the music major whine before knocking on Key’s door. “We have to do something about this,” Onew tells Key. “He even rambles in his sleep! I failed my last linear algebra test because his voice kept on running through my head!”
“Sorry,” Key tells Jonghyun solemnly, popping his head into Onew and Jonghyun’s room. “She’s just not that into you.”
“I told you to be gentle about it!” Onew says, exasperated. “Gentle!”
Jonghyun doesn’t seem to have heard Key, as he’s busy checking his texts once again.
Social Networking. Henry's facebook, and Zhou Mi's fail. G.
Prompt: Henry! And his facebook!
Henry gets an average of 24 facebook friend requests per day. He ignores the obvious fangirls, sometimes clicking on their profile when his curiosity gets the best of him. Sometimes, if a girl is really, really pretty, he’ll show her picture to Zhou Mi.
“That isn’t fair,” Zhou Mi whines over skype. “It’s only because you speak English!”
The next day Henry gets a request from ZhouMiMi, network- Beijing, China.
“It’s just different enough that people can’t tell it’s me!” Zhou Mi grins, fixing his hair over webcam.
Henry takes one look at Zhou Mi’s profile picture- It’s a selca of Zhou Mi in a baseball cap, slouching next to a very obvious Kyuhyun in rayban sunglasses. There’s a pixilated heart between the two of them, probably drawn on MS PAINT.
“Yeah,” Henry says. “Yeah, no one will be able to tell.”
Like Oxygen. SNSD/Shinee. G.
Prompt: The awkwardness between them after the sexy dance break?
Onew’s fierce expression drops off his face as soon as he’s off-stage, letting go of that small breath he had held for exactly 43 seconds. It was as if he had been the one dancing with impossibly short shorts and three inch heels.
“Come on,” Key says, giving Leader a light push so they’re no longer blocking the hallway in a straight-line of ripped jackets and shiny pants. Behind him, Jonghyun is humming to a familiar tune.
The girls are back in their dressing room, busy reapplying their lipstick or brushing each other’s hair or whatever it is that girls with sexy, hopelessly long legs and sweet smelling hair do.
Not that it had always been smooth sailing for them. Hyoyeon had nearly knocked Onew’s teeth out during rehearsal, and more than once Jonghyun had flushed and refused to meet Jessica’s eyes. Even Minho’s blank-face had faltered, just for a second. Taemin had remained mostly silent, which Onew takes as a blessing just thinking of the question Taemin could ask in these kinds of situation. And Key, well, Onew never knows what goes on in Key’s mind.
“Give it up, hyung,” Minho says when Onew’s eyes linger on SNSD’s dressing room a moment too long. There’s a whimsical tone in his voice. “They’ve moved on already.”
To Onew, it sounds more like “They’re way out of our league.”
Confessions. Inoo + Yabu. G.
Prompt: Inoobu, one of their ~late night phone calls~
Inoo likes to tell Yabu things at night, when the only thing between them is the seemingly long distance between Yabu’s periodic silence over the line and Inoo’s self consciousness that resurfaces every so often.
Inoo likes to tell Yabu his deepest secrets at dawn, when the birds are beginning to chirp outside of his window and he can hear Yabu’s low hum in the background as Yabu sleeps in silence, once again having forgotten to end the call.
Inoo likes to tell Yabu things because Yabu is genuine and trustworthy, despite cheeky smiles and high-pitched laughter. Yabu doesn’t share Inoo’s secrets with anyone.
Inoo likes to tell Yabu things because he can’t hold so many emotions within him at once, so he lets Yabu hold them for him until the day Inoo is ready to take them back.
A Little Like Love. Sungmin/Sooyoung/Sunny love triangle. G.
Prompt: first love and what comes after it.
Sooyoung is bright smiles, radiating absolute happiness everywhere she goes, to everything she touches. Sooyoung is easy grins and laid-back chair-swinging during commercials and long legs nudging his under the table when Sungmin is feeling particularly tired during recordings.
Sunny is faint laughter and gentle reminders and unexpectedly wise with introspective comments and soothing smiles. Sunny is everything charming and delicate when her shoulders touch Sungmin’s, her hand slipping into his and their fingers locking with ease.
Sungmin thinks they’re the loveliest girls on earth and one day, they will make someone other than him very, very happy.
More than Enough. Yesung/Eetuek. G
Yesung/Eeteuk! Prompt is this pic and "it's never enough". 8D
Yesung is not the first to pat him on the back like Kangin, laughing and pulling him close with a note of, "Take a break, Teukie." He’s not the first to kneel by his side like Ryeowook, concern in his voice as he looks up and asks, “is there anything I can get for you, Hyung?” He’s not even like Heechul, who steals Hyuk’s extra blanket and throws it on top of Eeteuk’s bed at night, telling him to take better care of himself.
But Yesung is not foolish, he sees the way exhaustion attacks their brave leader, pulling at the edge of his eyes until his smiles are no longer as youthful.
In the morning, when it’s just Yesung and a tired Eeteuk in the dinning room with a quiet Kyuhyun sleeping in the other room, he pulls his chair closer to Eeteuk’s and hands him another box of medicine. “Aish, you work too hard,” Yesung says.
“There’s not enough minutes in an hour, not enough time in a day,” Eeteuk tries to explain, voice gone and nose stuffy.
“It’s never enough for you, is it?” Yesung asks, his hands landing on Eetuek’s shoulder as he slowly massages the stiff muscles on Eeteuk’s back. He watches as Eeteuk relax, content written all over his face. Yesung doesn’t tell him this, but in the back of his mind, he knows that Eeteuk is more than enough.
Like the Stars in the Sky. Qmi. G.
Prompt: Suju! Qmi! Music!
Zhou Mi is young and ambitious. He practices his scores everyday, when the rest of his vocal class has left the studio and moved on to do other things with their lives. But singing- singing is Zhou Mi’s life, so he never tires, and he never stops.
His roommate is a quiet boy with a handful of odd friends and an affinity for starcraft. He doesn’t really talk to Zhou Mi at all for the first month, his fingers too busy dancing over the keys as he games through the night. Sometimes he even plugs in his headphones to ignore Zhou Mi’s attempts of starting a conversation.
One day, Zhou Mi sneaks into their dorm in the middle of the night and hears singing in the hall bath. It’s the music to a familiar digitalized tune, sung by the voice of an angel. He stays in the hallway until Kyuhyun comes out the door, blinking as he runs a towel through his damp hair.
-and then Zhou Mi falls in love.
Not For the Faint of Heart. Qmi. G.
Prompt: this pic
Kyuhyun is quiet and unreadable, with secret eye-rolls and a tendency to over pause, making Zhou Mi want to pull his own hair out in frustration. Kyuhyun is careful and calculating, never opening his mouth unless there’s a reason to say something, to do something.
Zhou Mi never understood the reason Kyuhyun would scoot closer to him, as if he can actually read Zhou Mi, as if he actually knows, making Zhou Mi’s heart beat so fast that he wants to tear it out and give it to Kyuhyun in open palms.
But then the moment ends, the warmness leaves, and Zhou Mi is left wondering, hoping, wishing it was all real. It isn’t, of course, and he only has his own pathetic heart to blame.
Zhou Mi has a nosebleed in the middle of shooting, for no apparent reason. The blood trickles down his face before he knows it, and suddenly the audience is shouting and Siwon is moving his mouth and Henry is looking around franticly-
-But then Kyuhyun is in front of him, tilting his chin up and carefully wiping the side of his face with a handkerchief, making sure not to get both of their outfits dirty. The rest of Super Junior M crowds around him, Hangkyung running a soothing hand down Zhou Mi’s back and Donghae making a joke about Zhou Mi thinking perverted thoughts.
Something flashes in Kyuhyun’s eyes when the MC suggests that Zhou Mi sits down on the sideline. They postpone shooting for half an hour, with people running around and trying to get Zhou Mi unnecessary things while he explains, “No, really, I’m fine!”
“Kui Xian,” Zhou Mi says back at the hotel, when he finally pulls the bloody handkerchief out of his pockets and returns it. “You’re supposed to save this for a girl in distress!”
“What?” Kyuhyun says, once again face-blank.
“You’re supposed to save this,” Zhou Mi tries to explain. “You’re supposed to meet a girl crying in the rain and give this to her to wipe away her tears! That’s what handkerchiefs are for!”
“You’re ridiculous,” Kyuhyun laughs, crumpling the piece of cloth in one hand while he pulls Zhou Mi closer with his other hand.
Zhou Mi opens his mouth to complain, but then Kyuhyun’s fingers are tangled in his, and Zhou Mi thinks, for now, that this is okay too.
Rain Dance. Yamajima. G
Prompt: Yamajima with the classic kiss in the rain.
They sprint out of the building after clean up duty. Somehow, across the distance of the school yard, their quick dash turns into a dance under the rain, hand in hand, Yuto jumping over puddles and pulling a laughing Yamada with him.
“Yama-chan,” Yuto says suddenly, when their delightful waltz in the rain has allowed the water to soak through the jacket of his uniform. His hands land on Yamada’s shoulders as the brunet peers at him under wet bangs.
The courtyard is empty save for them. The enchanting splatter of rain on the pavement is their only companion as Yamada takes the leap, leaning up to brush his lips against Yuto’s.
She's Just Not that Into you. SHINee. college!Au
Prompt: Jongsica! He's Just Not That Into you (But like, she's not that into him) "Maybe he forgot your hut number...or got eaten by a lion"
“I don’t get it,” Jonghyun says after his first blind date with Tiffany’s friend. The fact that Tiffany, the girl who never shuts up during class and is more concerned about her nail color than the topic of their exam, is the matchmaker should have meant something.
But it’s Jonghyun, so of course it doesn’t. Onew spends three days listening to the music major whine before knocking on Key’s door. “We have to do something about this,” Onew tells Key. “He even rambles in his sleep! I failed my last linear algebra test because his voice kept on running through my head!”
“Sorry,” Key tells Jonghyun solemnly, popping his head into Onew and Jonghyun’s room. “She’s just not that into you.”
“I told you to be gentle about it!” Onew says, exasperated. “Gentle!”
Jonghyun doesn’t seem to have heard Key, as he’s busy checking his texts once again.
Social Networking. Henry's facebook, and Zhou Mi's fail. G.
Prompt: Henry! And his facebook!
Henry gets an average of 24 facebook friend requests per day. He ignores the obvious fangirls, sometimes clicking on their profile when his curiosity gets the best of him. Sometimes, if a girl is really, really pretty, he’ll show her picture to Zhou Mi.
“That isn’t fair,” Zhou Mi whines over skype. “It’s only because you speak English!”
The next day Henry gets a request from ZhouMiMi, network- Beijing, China.
“It’s just different enough that people can’t tell it’s me!” Zhou Mi grins, fixing his hair over webcam.
Henry takes one look at Zhou Mi’s profile picture- It’s a selca of Zhou Mi in a baseball cap, slouching next to a very obvious Kyuhyun in rayban sunglasses. There’s a pixilated heart between the two of them, probably drawn on MS PAINT.
“Yeah,” Henry says. “Yeah, no one will be able to tell.”