when we were young (drabbles)
Title: when we were young
Pairing: injoon/hyunchul, hyunchul/jihwan, hyunmin/suhoon
Word Count: 300-600
Rating: g
Warnings: none
Summary: We started when we were young, but what did we start exactly?
Notes: Three filled drabble meme requests, all involving Daeguknamah members as children.
we're seven and i don't think we're doing this right
hyunchul/injoon for kiparang
Hyunchul isn't Injoon's idea of the perfect best friend, but it's not as if he has much choice. When you're seven, you're world expands only as far as your block does, cut off by crosswalks and intersections which are impossible to conquer without the loving hand of an adult. Within this isolated world, Hyunchul is the only other kid remotely close to Injoon's age. Hence, they are automatic best friends.
But sometimes Injoon isn't sure this is what having a best friend is supposed to be like. They play games, but hide and seek isn't supposed to last for hours when it becomes Injoon's turn to hide and why is it that Hyunchul always gets to be 'king' in 'king of the castle'? Hyunchul brings Injoon presents, but they're always bugs or flowers that make Injoon itchy or ice cream cones that have obviously fallen on the ground. Nonetheless when Hyunchul comes trotting up to Injoon across the yard and chirps, "I have a present for my best friend!" Injoon feels tears of joy in his eyes and a lightness in his chest which no one else can bring about.
That's what really matters, right?
"Hyunchul is here!" Injoon's mother calls to him from the yard, and he leaps to his feet and bounces out the door as quickly as his short legs can carry him. Standing proudly in the yard, his chest puffed up and a shit-eating grin on his face, is Hyunchul and his birthday present, the one he'd been raving about to Injoon for weeks. Injoon's little mouth falls open in awe as his eyes take in the sleek, glittering purple bicycle. He approaches and holds out a hand to touch, but Hyunchul glares at him and he stops. His lower lips quivers, but he bites back the pout.
Then Hyunchul smiles kindly and asks, "Want to ride it?" Injoon almost squeals with delight and jumps up and down before making for the seat, but Hyunchul blocks him with a smirk. "No, you ride on back." Glancing at the single seat, Injoon cocks his head. Hyunchul climbs onto the seat and indicates the single inch remaining behind him.
"It's not much room" Injoon says thoughtfully, but he manages somehow to balance himself behind Hyunchul. The second he succeeds, though, Hyunchul takes off pedaling as hard as he can, sending Injoon flying off and onto the sidewalk. The concrete scrapes against his soft palms, leaving them red and bloody, and Injoon starts to wail as tiny streams of blood form on his hands.
"You're the worst friend ever!" he shouts between his sobs, and Hyunchul stares blankly with a hand still on his bike. Carefully, he sets the bike against the fence and pulls a packet of tissues out of his shorts pocket. He kneels and looks over Injoon's hands, all the while Injoon switches between sobbing and hiccuping pitifully. Then, taking out a single tissue, he gently presses it to one of Injoon's palms and, holding him by the wrist, helps Injoon to his feet.
"I'm sorry," Hyunchul whispers so quickly Injoon thinks he's hearing things at first, but as Hyunchul leads him by the wrist into the house and to the bathroom, where he washes Injoon's hands and dries them with the softest towel, he starts to smile to himself. He happily kicks his legs as he sits on the closed toilet.
"You're the best friend ever, Hyunchul."
i'm ten and i don't understand you
hyunchul/jihwan for lalalarita
A new family moves in down the street and Hyunchul doesn't like it, because he has to pass that house every day on his way to school and now, every day, he sees a small pair of eyes peeking at him through the curtains in the large front window. The first day, all he sees is a flash of black hair before the curtains fall closed, but the eyes grow more daring by the day. After two weeks, the full head appears with large, excited eyes and a brightly colored cap. The head grins at him from between the curtains, but Hyunchul frowns and continues walking.
It's really freaking creepy. His mother tells him the head is named Jihwan, seven years old, and that he's expected to play with it. He gets scolded from referring to a boy as "it," and he rolls his eyes and finishes his dinner.
But the next day, it- Jihwan- decides to introduce himself to Hyunchul.
He's as little as Hyunchul had imagined, with baggy blue shorts and a bright t-shirt that clashes with that obnoxious cap. His eyes are even bigger up close, and they stare intently at Hyunchul as Jihwan blocks the sidewalk. "My name is Jihwan," he says cheerfully, like all little kids do when introducing themselves.
"So I've heard," Hyunchul replies with fake cheerfulness, but his sarcasm is lost on his new little friend, who immediately grins.
"Momma says you like to dance. I like to dance, too!" He raises one wide, dramatic eyebrow. "Wanna see?"
With a heavy sigh, Hyunchul says, "I wish I could, but I don't have time, kid," and he tries to move around the little obstruction, but Jihwan shifts to block him again.
"Going somewhere, Hyunchul-hyung?" he asks with genuine curiosity. Hyunchul fights the urge to snap, biting his lip.
"Yes, actually-"
He tries to move around the boy again, but Jihwan just shifts to the side and, with hands on hips, declares, "It's okay, I'll just show you one quick thing, okay?" And before Hyunchul can reply, Jihwan performs ten seconds of popping moves which Hyunchul has seen kids old than himself struggle with for hours in his dance class. Finishing, Jihwan strikes his hands-on-hips pose again and smiles confidently. "Pretty good, huh, hyung?"
Hyunchul is baffled.
we're twelve and i think i love you
hyunmin/suhoon for kebing
Lee Suhoon is the quiet kid at the back of the classroom whom Hyunmin just can't leave alone. It starts when they're seven or eight or some other number that feels so long ago to Hyunmin's twelve-year-old self, when he discovers a skinny, sullen boy squatting by the swings and singing to himself. For whatever reason, because when you're that young you really don't need a reason, Hyunmin grabs the boy's dirty hand and shoves him onto a swing, laughing at his new friend's shocked but silent reaction.
Now they walk home together every day. Hyunmin thinks it's because Suhoon needs an escort-- his pretty eyes and round cheeks, which someday won't be so round, make him the perfect target for bullies, Hyunmin tells himself. At least if he were going to bully anyone, it would probably be Suhoon.
"Let's go somewhere," he says to Suhoon as they exit the school building, a wicked glint in his eye. Suhoon looks skeptical but doesn't argue when Hyunmin takes his hand and drags him in the opposite direction of their homes.
The water laps against the shore hungrily, bitter spray chilling their faces as they squat in the yellow grass. Suhoon rests his chin on his arms, wrapped around the tops of his knees. He rocks back and forth slightly in the wind until Hyunmin leans against his side and steadies him. "It's cold," Suhoon mumbles, just the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.
"I had a dream we came here together," Hyunmin explains and he feels sheepish as he admits it. Suhoon nods a little and starts to hum, folded up against Hyunmin. "What do you dream about?"
The winds picks up suddenly, whipping their thin cotton shirts and making Suhoon huddle even closer into Hyunmin's side. "I don't dream much," he replies finally, shivering. "Sometimes about monsters." Hyunmin frowns and stares at his hands, then at Suhoon's hands. "What about you?" Suhoon asks.
Hyunmin blinks. "All kinds of things. Superheroes, forgetting to wear pants to school, being a dog, wizards," he lists, breaking off with a smile that ends the list--
And you.
Pairing: injoon/hyunchul, hyunchul/jihwan, hyunmin/suhoon
Word Count: 300-600
Rating: g
Warnings: none
Summary: We started when we were young, but what did we start exactly?
Notes: Three filled drabble meme requests, all involving Daeguknamah members as children.
we're seven and i don't think we're doing this right
hyunchul/injoon for kiparang
Hyunchul isn't Injoon's idea of the perfect best friend, but it's not as if he has much choice. When you're seven, you're world expands only as far as your block does, cut off by crosswalks and intersections which are impossible to conquer without the loving hand of an adult. Within this isolated world, Hyunchul is the only other kid remotely close to Injoon's age. Hence, they are automatic best friends.
But sometimes Injoon isn't sure this is what having a best friend is supposed to be like. They play games, but hide and seek isn't supposed to last for hours when it becomes Injoon's turn to hide and why is it that Hyunchul always gets to be 'king' in 'king of the castle'? Hyunchul brings Injoon presents, but they're always bugs or flowers that make Injoon itchy or ice cream cones that have obviously fallen on the ground. Nonetheless when Hyunchul comes trotting up to Injoon across the yard and chirps, "I have a present for my best friend!" Injoon feels tears of joy in his eyes and a lightness in his chest which no one else can bring about.
That's what really matters, right?
"Hyunchul is here!" Injoon's mother calls to him from the yard, and he leaps to his feet and bounces out the door as quickly as his short legs can carry him. Standing proudly in the yard, his chest puffed up and a shit-eating grin on his face, is Hyunchul and his birthday present, the one he'd been raving about to Injoon for weeks. Injoon's little mouth falls open in awe as his eyes take in the sleek, glittering purple bicycle. He approaches and holds out a hand to touch, but Hyunchul glares at him and he stops. His lower lips quivers, but he bites back the pout.
Then Hyunchul smiles kindly and asks, "Want to ride it?" Injoon almost squeals with delight and jumps up and down before making for the seat, but Hyunchul blocks him with a smirk. "No, you ride on back." Glancing at the single seat, Injoon cocks his head. Hyunchul climbs onto the seat and indicates the single inch remaining behind him.
"It's not much room" Injoon says thoughtfully, but he manages somehow to balance himself behind Hyunchul. The second he succeeds, though, Hyunchul takes off pedaling as hard as he can, sending Injoon flying off and onto the sidewalk. The concrete scrapes against his soft palms, leaving them red and bloody, and Injoon starts to wail as tiny streams of blood form on his hands.
"You're the worst friend ever!" he shouts between his sobs, and Hyunchul stares blankly with a hand still on his bike. Carefully, he sets the bike against the fence and pulls a packet of tissues out of his shorts pocket. He kneels and looks over Injoon's hands, all the while Injoon switches between sobbing and hiccuping pitifully. Then, taking out a single tissue, he gently presses it to one of Injoon's palms and, holding him by the wrist, helps Injoon to his feet.
"I'm sorry," Hyunchul whispers so quickly Injoon thinks he's hearing things at first, but as Hyunchul leads him by the wrist into the house and to the bathroom, where he washes Injoon's hands and dries them with the softest towel, he starts to smile to himself. He happily kicks his legs as he sits on the closed toilet.
"You're the best friend ever, Hyunchul."
i'm ten and i don't understand you
hyunchul/jihwan for lalalarita
A new family moves in down the street and Hyunchul doesn't like it, because he has to pass that house every day on his way to school and now, every day, he sees a small pair of eyes peeking at him through the curtains in the large front window. The first day, all he sees is a flash of black hair before the curtains fall closed, but the eyes grow more daring by the day. After two weeks, the full head appears with large, excited eyes and a brightly colored cap. The head grins at him from between the curtains, but Hyunchul frowns and continues walking.
It's really freaking creepy. His mother tells him the head is named Jihwan, seven years old, and that he's expected to play with it. He gets scolded from referring to a boy as "it," and he rolls his eyes and finishes his dinner.
But the next day, it- Jihwan- decides to introduce himself to Hyunchul.
He's as little as Hyunchul had imagined, with baggy blue shorts and a bright t-shirt that clashes with that obnoxious cap. His eyes are even bigger up close, and they stare intently at Hyunchul as Jihwan blocks the sidewalk. "My name is Jihwan," he says cheerfully, like all little kids do when introducing themselves.
"So I've heard," Hyunchul replies with fake cheerfulness, but his sarcasm is lost on his new little friend, who immediately grins.
"Momma says you like to dance. I like to dance, too!" He raises one wide, dramatic eyebrow. "Wanna see?"
With a heavy sigh, Hyunchul says, "I wish I could, but I don't have time, kid," and he tries to move around the little obstruction, but Jihwan shifts to block him again.
"Going somewhere, Hyunchul-hyung?" he asks with genuine curiosity. Hyunchul fights the urge to snap, biting his lip.
"Yes, actually-"
He tries to move around the boy again, but Jihwan just shifts to the side and, with hands on hips, declares, "It's okay, I'll just show you one quick thing, okay?" And before Hyunchul can reply, Jihwan performs ten seconds of popping moves which Hyunchul has seen kids old than himself struggle with for hours in his dance class. Finishing, Jihwan strikes his hands-on-hips pose again and smiles confidently. "Pretty good, huh, hyung?"
Hyunchul is baffled.
we're twelve and i think i love you
hyunmin/suhoon for kebing
Lee Suhoon is the quiet kid at the back of the classroom whom Hyunmin just can't leave alone. It starts when they're seven or eight or some other number that feels so long ago to Hyunmin's twelve-year-old self, when he discovers a skinny, sullen boy squatting by the swings and singing to himself. For whatever reason, because when you're that young you really don't need a reason, Hyunmin grabs the boy's dirty hand and shoves him onto a swing, laughing at his new friend's shocked but silent reaction.
Now they walk home together every day. Hyunmin thinks it's because Suhoon needs an escort-- his pretty eyes and round cheeks, which someday won't be so round, make him the perfect target for bullies, Hyunmin tells himself. At least if he were going to bully anyone, it would probably be Suhoon.
"Let's go somewhere," he says to Suhoon as they exit the school building, a wicked glint in his eye. Suhoon looks skeptical but doesn't argue when Hyunmin takes his hand and drags him in the opposite direction of their homes.
The water laps against the shore hungrily, bitter spray chilling their faces as they squat in the yellow grass. Suhoon rests his chin on his arms, wrapped around the tops of his knees. He rocks back and forth slightly in the wind until Hyunmin leans against his side and steadies him. "It's cold," Suhoon mumbles, just the slightest hint of a whine in his voice.
"I had a dream we came here together," Hyunmin explains and he feels sheepish as he admits it. Suhoon nods a little and starts to hum, folded up against Hyunmin. "What do you dream about?"
The winds picks up suddenly, whipping their thin cotton shirts and making Suhoon huddle even closer into Hyunmin's side. "I don't dream much," he replies finally, shivering. "Sometimes about monsters." Hyunmin frowns and stares at his hands, then at Suhoon's hands. "What about you?" Suhoon asks.
Hyunmin blinks. "All kinds of things. Superheroes, forgetting to wear pants to school, being a dog, wizards," he lists, breaking off with a smile that ends the list--
And you.