DongBangJunior Drabbles [writing]
Title: DongBangJunior Drabbles
Focus: ChangMin, KiBum, JunSu, HyukJae, JaeJoong, YehSung, YooChun, SungMin, YunHo, HeeChul
Word Count: 530
Rating: G - PG-13
kimin;
Apartment B's breakfast table resounds with the sound of forks dropping as a very mussy, drowsy-eyed, very marked up Shim ChangMin enters the kitchen and takes his place next to KiBum.
KiBum shrugs and goes on with his eggs. "We all have needs."
hyuksu;
"It's mine!"
"Don't be selfish!"
"Give it back!"
And then JunSu froze, HyukJae on top of him, both of them tangled up in a fight-to-the-death over a newly arrived Lee Hyori poster, limbs twisted, heavy breaths mingling. That is until JunSu wiggled away and skittered his way to the bathroom.
"I win!" HyukJae crowed, waving the poster in the air triumphantly.
"This isn't over!" JunSu shrieked, but his BFF was already rushing out the door.
yehjoong;
JaeJoong eyes YehSung skeptically through the mirror, wondering why he ever agreed to let him play stylist right before a big music video shooting. But the nunas had agreed it would be okay, so he had no reason to worry, right?
"Trust me, it'll look good."
He smiles a little and shuts his eyes, deciding he would rather not see until the very end. A big mistake, because when he opens his eyes, his beautiful black hair is spiked up like a rooster's tail, something akin to a style the other boy had worn a year ago or so.
"I'm going to kill you, JongOon, get your ass back here!" he shrieks, bounding out of his chair.
"I don't know what he's complaining about. I think that's a good look for him," JunSu observes as YehSung's maniacal laughter fades into the hallway and out of earshot.
"Wait until we add the tiara," his stylist deadpans.
minchun;
It is an established fact throughout the South Korean idol world that Park YooChun has a way with words, with music, with charm. And it is with this natural charm that he has so easily won over fans across the country. It is also precisely for this reason that he so quickly won Lee SungMin's affection after only a couple choice outings - to the beach, a romantic movie, a secluded mountaintop with a beautiful view of the sunset. The only catch is that while SungMin enjoys these games, there is a fine line between charm and sincerity. Everyone is simply waiting for YooChun to cross over that line, after which he will be doomed, because for SungMin, romance is never going to be anything more than a game.
horella;
YunHo wakes up one morning to the scent of cherries as he presses his face into his pillow and tries to block out the annoying ringing of his alarm clock. Except he doesn't own any cherry-scented shampoo, body wash, or deodorant. Startled, he jolts himself out of his half-asleep stupor and sits up, surveying his surroundings. This isn't his room, his bed, or his Bambi laying next to him. Instead, he's got one very mussy, half-dressed, half-naked Kim HeeChul curled up against him, smiling like the cat who got into the cream. And before YunHo can think about what to do with himself, with this entire situation -- images of flashing lights, colorful drinks, upbeat dance music fill his mind -- long, slender fingers are already snaking up his chest, over his shoulder, into his hair, dragging him back down into the covers.
Focus: ChangMin, KiBum, JunSu, HyukJae, JaeJoong, YehSung, YooChun, SungMin, YunHo, HeeChul
Word Count: 530
Rating: G - PG-13
kimin;
Apartment B's breakfast table resounds with the sound of forks dropping as a very mussy, drowsy-eyed, very marked up Shim ChangMin enters the kitchen and takes his place next to KiBum.
KiBum shrugs and goes on with his eggs. "We all have needs."
hyuksu;
"It's mine!"
"Don't be selfish!"
"Give it back!"
And then JunSu froze, HyukJae on top of him, both of them tangled up in a fight-to-the-death over a newly arrived Lee Hyori poster, limbs twisted, heavy breaths mingling. That is until JunSu wiggled away and skittered his way to the bathroom.
"I win!" HyukJae crowed, waving the poster in the air triumphantly.
"This isn't over!" JunSu shrieked, but his BFF was already rushing out the door.
yehjoong;
JaeJoong eyes YehSung skeptically through the mirror, wondering why he ever agreed to let him play stylist right before a big music video shooting. But the nunas had agreed it would be okay, so he had no reason to worry, right?
"Trust me, it'll look good."
He smiles a little and shuts his eyes, deciding he would rather not see until the very end. A big mistake, because when he opens his eyes, his beautiful black hair is spiked up like a rooster's tail, something akin to a style the other boy had worn a year ago or so.
"I'm going to kill you, JongOon, get your ass back here!" he shrieks, bounding out of his chair.
"I don't know what he's complaining about. I think that's a good look for him," JunSu observes as YehSung's maniacal laughter fades into the hallway and out of earshot.
"Wait until we add the tiara," his stylist deadpans.
minchun;
It is an established fact throughout the South Korean idol world that Park YooChun has a way with words, with music, with charm. And it is with this natural charm that he has so easily won over fans across the country. It is also precisely for this reason that he so quickly won Lee SungMin's affection after only a couple choice outings - to the beach, a romantic movie, a secluded mountaintop with a beautiful view of the sunset. The only catch is that while SungMin enjoys these games, there is a fine line between charm and sincerity. Everyone is simply waiting for YooChun to cross over that line, after which he will be doomed, because for SungMin, romance is never going to be anything more than a game.
horella;
YunHo wakes up one morning to the scent of cherries as he presses his face into his pillow and tries to block out the annoying ringing of his alarm clock. Except he doesn't own any cherry-scented shampoo, body wash, or deodorant. Startled, he jolts himself out of his half-asleep stupor and sits up, surveying his surroundings. This isn't his room, his bed, or his Bambi laying next to him. Instead, he's got one very mussy, half-dressed, half-naked Kim HeeChul curled up against him, smiling like the cat who got into the cream. And before YunHo can think about what to do with himself, with this entire situation -- images of flashing lights, colorful drinks, upbeat dance music fill his mind -- long, slender fingers are already snaking up his chest, over his shoulder, into his hair, dragging him back down into the covers.