Drabble Dump 3
Title: 안을까 말까
Paring: Xiuhun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 347
Summary: Minseok is Sehun's Pinkeu-Pinkeu: the maknae cannot sleep without hyungnim
Notes: I really like goodnight scenes ok. Again, it's 3am and I'm just x.x Look how cute they are. Sorry, OP! No smut, it was just too fluffy. OTL I hope you don't mind too much, though...
Title means and comes from Beast's 'Should I Hug you or Not?'
It's almost like he's expecting him. Minseok's been in bed for what felt like half an hour now and he's in that state of half awake, half asleep. The door creaks open and a sliver of light shines through the opening. Someone steps in and the light gets partially blocked. Once whoever is all the way in, the door slowly closes and the room's pitch black again.
"Hyung?"
It's a tentative, almost nervous voice and he recognizes it immediately, even through the haze of exhaustion and sleep. It's the youngest.
The silence drags on and Minseok knows that Sehun's getting more antsy standing there getting no response, so Minseok manages to gather enough will to hum back to tell the gangly boy that he heard him.
Sehun shifts, Minseok can hear the rustle of clothing and it's another moment before Sehun speaks up again. "C-can I sleep here tonight, hyung?"
The elder doesn't respond but rather just drags his body to a the far side of the bed and even though it's pitch black, Sehun will know that the bed was just evacuated. It's really a formality for the other to ask because the younger comes in every night to sleep with him.
There's no other sound and Sehun's just standing there, probably biting on his lower lip, so in order to get the both of them to bed sooner Minseok says, "Sehunnie. Come over here."
Sehun can hear the cobwebs of sleep on the rusty voice and he knows that he just woke up the other. He ducks his head, heat pricking on the tops of his ears and his cheeks. He doesn't disobey, making his way to the bed. He stops short of getting on the bed, just hovering at the bedside and again, he's hesitating.
The shy youngest always did need a bit of prodding, so Minseok calmly guides him. "Get in here, Sehunnie. We're both tired and need sleep."
Minseok can feel the comforter being moved and can hear the creaking of the bed as more weight is added to the mattress. Sehun slips in, his long limbs needing to squish in a bit to fit into the smaller mattress.
He's honestly in routine here as he coaxes the younger to scoot away from the edge of the bed and closer to the middle, where he won't fall off the side by just rolling over. Sehun complies with small, shuffly movements that just seem too endearing to Minseok.
"Face me," Minseok gently commands and there's a moment before Sehun complies. He slowly turns to face the elder and he feels a pang of regret that the room is so dark. Even though he's spent hours tracing over the contours of Minseok's cheeks, the shape of his eyes, and counting the lashes of his hyung in the full light, he can never get enough.
As though Minseok knows that Sehun's lying there trying to recall the exact number of lashes that cast long shadows across his hyung's cheek, he chuckles. "Go to sleep," he says not unkindly. Sehun's nodding, more than eager to comply to Minseok's every wish. Thin fingers entangle with his and Minseok's just breathing out a good night, and the younger can hear by his voice that he's already fading.
His heart is beating quick and hard against his chest, but he just feels so full with a feeling he can't describe, so he scoots closer and closer, until his hand holding Minseok's hand is between their bodies and his legs are curled around Minseok's slightly pulled in legs. He gently places his chin on top of his tiny, tiny hyung's hair, careful to not disturb the slumbering one.
"Goodnight, hyung," Sehun whispers into Minseok's hair. Minseok makes a small noise of contentment, body wriggling to get closer to the younger's warmth and Sehun can already feel his eyelids closing, having exactly what he needs to sleep already in his arms.
Title: Dips
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 638
Summary: Minseok has back dimples and Luhan's sort of enamored with them
Notes: 3 am. Thought the prompt was cute. Something short and sweet. Oh look, another minseok drabble, what a surprise.
Luhan has this little habit (Minseok calls it an obsession, which is probably a more accurate name anyway) of slowly dragging his fingers across the small of the elder's back, especially if he's lying down watching a movie or using his laptop. It makes Minseok shiver with how lightly the digits just brush across his spine but he's long learned to just accept Luhan's little idiosyncrasies and just let the younger do what he wants.
They're all huddled around the TV, a movie, an old Chinese movie that all the m members have watched hundreds of time (turned on Korean subtitles the first few times, but slowly weaned them off the subs to try to grasp the Chinese. Minseok really just tunes it out in favor of laughing at the funny scenes) is playing on the screen. It's Joomyun's weekly "bonding time" with all the members and the hyung line had first fixed the k leader with a 'you're shitting me. we sleep in the same dorm, go to the same work place, see the same people, we're apart for 20 seconds of the day' look that has the one receiving it shrinking back before the maknaes piped up in agreeance.
And so, this is why they're all watching Shaolin Soccer for the god knows how many time and Sehun and Tao are still laughing at the same jokes while is just everyone else just sprawled across the living room in various degrees of alertnesss. Their manager has stepped out for the day knowing that there's food in their bellies and have the words of the elders to have the youngers in bed before it's too late.
Minseok lies on his side, head on Luhan's lap and he's getting drowsy by the calming motions of Luhan gently combing through his hair and the occasional touch on the small of his back. He's not even reading the Korean subtitles anymore, eyes too unfocused to really concentrate on the movie. He snuggles deeper into the blanket that Luhan had draped over him and the warmth of Luhan and his boyfriend had all to happily allowed the smaller to wriggle closer.
He's lulled to a state of haziness and Minseok's only brought back to consciousness when there's a soft voice whispering in his ear. The sleepy elder cracks open an eye and tiredly croaks, making sure to keep his voice low, "What?"
He can feel, rather than hear Luhan's chuckle at the metaphorical frog in Minseok voice before he bends over his lover. "You know you have these cute little dimples on your lower back?"
Minseok lets the words sink in, Luhan waiting patiently for his boyfriend to process the words. He opens his eyes a bit bigger than squinting and he blinks pensively up at the hovering man. "What?" he repeats, turning to face his distracted boyfriend.
"Dimples. You have them," Luhan repeats, pointing them out by bringing his hand back and forth on Minseok's back.
Minseok takes about the time span of 2 seconds to come to the conclusion that he's too asleep to deal with Luhan's little quirks right now, so he just hums before burrowing back into the warmth and closing his eyes.
He just knows that Luhan's sitting there with a dumb grin on his face, fingers still trying to point out to an unwilling man about these cute, cute dimples.
"Stop grining at me like that. You look dumb," Minseok mumbles into the navel of Luhan and the Chinese man just plants a small kiss on his temple.
"Ok," is all that is Luhan's answer and he just resumes his absentminded petting (he knows that anyone who glances over to them will fake an exaggerated gag directed to Luhan who will just return it with a grin that makes his crows feet show) and Minseok's falling back asleep.
He's drifting off back to sleep and the last thing he hears is "they're cute like you" and Minseok wants to protest that he's not cute, he's the eldest, but he's too tired to retort. He makes a mental note to tell Luhan later but they both know that Minseok is just going to comply with Luhan.
Title: Lopsided Foam Hearts
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: Voices don't twinkle and baristas don't have faces of fairies.
Notes: Fill in emp. I don't know what happened. I really don't. Terribly unbeta'ed coupled with 4am.
Stumbling into his usual small coffee shop tucked away between a bookshop and an antique store, Minseok shook his head trying to dislodge all the water that his hair had absorbed while he made a mad dash for the little joint. Shooting a dirty look at the dark clouds that loomed outside the window, he just couldn’t understand how it had just started pouring when the weather channel had promised nothing but sunshine and clear skies for the next week. Wringing out the bottom of his shirt and cursing quietly under his breath, Minseok froze when a twinkling voice called out, “Hello, how many I help you today?”
What. What the fuck. Voices don’t twinkle.
Looking up to find the source of the question, Minseok shot the barista that was coming out from behind a curtain that he presumed was the back of the shop a sheepish grin. The usual barista, Baekhyun, wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He could feel the smile on his face fix when the boy turned to look at him and he was left staring-he could only hope that he wasn’t gawking-at a life sized fairy.
Wait. Baristas don’t have the faces of fairies, either.
“Hello?” the fairy called out to him, pretty features twisting into a confused expression.
“Uh, um, er, are you talking to me?” Minseok stuttered out, glancing right and left in the cozy shop.
Fairy boy (what Minseok had deemed to call him in his head) seemed more amused than confused now as he glanced playfully around the room. “I don’t see any other pretty boys standing in here,” the barista said with a cheesy brow raise (damn, that looks really hot. Fucking fairy magic).
Minseok could feel the heat creeping up to his wet face and he knew that his cheeks were turning a blotchy red.
What. WHaT. whAT. Fairies didn’t hit on college boys who were dripping water on their floors.
“Uh, uh, sorry. I hadn’t really-” Minseok cut himself before taking a deep breath, “Yeah. Sorry. It started raining really hard.”
Peering behind him, fairy boy frowned. drawing his perfectly sculpted brows (for a brief, delirious second he wondered if fairy boy used magic to get such strong brow game) together and nodded. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain this entire week,” he mumbled more to himself than the sopping university student.
Exactly, Minseok chimed to himself.
“Well, since you’re here, would you like anything to drink?” the fairy boy leaned over the counter slowly as though he were making every move deliberate and calculated.
Eyeing pretty boy suspiciously, Minseok crept closer, grimacing as he could hear the wet noises his soaked tennis shoes made. Trying to hide his embarrassment by squinting at the menu board that was suspended above fairy boy’s head, he snapped his mouth shut with a clack when he realized his jaw was hanging open. Unattractively, his brain supplied.
He glanced at the boy still leaning over the corner who was staring at his jaw too intensely for someone amused with the catch.
A slow smirk spread across the boy’s face and Minseok could swear he could feel the barista’s stare. Gulping to get around the sudden lump in his throat, he brought him and his little puddle until it was standing in front of the fairy boy (who wasn’t even trying to be discreet in his ogling) and blinked water out of his eyes. “What would you recommend?”
A shiver ran down his spine as fairy boy’s smirk became a full out pedo smile and he eerily keeps eye contact with Minseok while reaching behind him in a rehearsed manner. Minseok felt a cold sweat break at as he eyed the door, planning to make a mad dash in case the crazed-but cute, his mind interjected-barista pulled out a gun or something equally dangerous.
Time slowed down to a crawl as Minseok’s mind sped up, calculating the amount of time it would take for him to sprint to the door and how fast the other could pull the trigger. His eyes darted between the unseen hand and the pouring rain. The hand slowly became more visible and Minseok felt adrenaline shoot through his veins. Wrist. Back of hand. Knuckles. His thighs tensed.
Until the barista pulled out a small black sign with messy chalk on the front.
Oh.
Wiping the back of his neck as discreetly as possible, Minseok read the scrawl.
Across the top in large capital letters was TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS:
Below was a list; 1. Hella fucking gay 2. Desperately single
Followed by; FOR YOUR DRINK TODAY I RECOMMEND YOU:
You give me your number
Oh.
Eyes slowly peeling off the black board he stared at the apparently hella fucking gay barista in blank confusion while the other pulled puppy dog eyes. Silence stretched between the two, only the rain the background keeping the silence from being overbearing.
“Sorry, I recommend the hazelnut mocha latte,” the fairy boy blurted out, face a blotchy red that spread from his ears down to his neck. He slowly lowered the sign until the smiley sticky figure on the left disappeared from sight.
Face a stoic mask, Minseok gave a curt affirmation that that would what he would have, pulling out a slim credit card. Luhan-as the thin name card read-rang him up and placed a slip for him to sign before fleeing to make his order.
Minseok sat at a nearby table as the amusedly watched a hassled Luhan dart about muttering darkly under his breath and it sounded something like, “fucking Baekhyun. I knew it wouldn’t fucking work. I can’t believe I asked for his advice, oh god he must think I’m a creep now, shitshitshit.”
He schooled his face into an unamused expression while picking up his warm drink, almost cracking into a smile at Luhan’s visible squirming. Luhan stumbled out a thank you before Minseok slipped out of the shop and into the rain.
Sighing, Luhan let his head drop onto the counter with a loud thump. “So? How’d it go?” a nasally voice asked, owner of the voice coming out from the back.
Luhan turned his head to stare at Baekhyun and his shit eating grin and growled at him, “What do you think?”
“I think you finally got the balls to talk to Minseok instead of hiding out in the back like always and I also hope that you got his number,” Baekhyun quipped back, leaning against the counter.
He squinted at Baekhyun who was staring disinterestedly at his nails, “Did...you actually think it was going to work?”
The shorter one raised his immaculately groomed brow, shooting back, “Of course.”
“Well. I’m numberless and probably also never going to be able to talk to him again,” Luhan sadly said, more into the countertop than to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes at the overdramatic barista. Honestly. How dare Luhan fail on one of his surefire pick ups. He swept back into the back with a huff, leaving Luhan at the front to drown in his sorrow.
Luhan went through the motions to place the pen back into a mug on the front counter and put away Minseok’s receipt before freezing. He stared hard at the little paper before the words seeped into his brain.
On the front, on the typical signature line, it had ‘not-quite-as-desperately-but-interested single’ written in neat handwriting and underneath it had 10 numbers printed. There was even a ‘waiting for your call ;)’ under the numbers and Luhan was sure that he had gone to died and gone to heaven.
“Told you it always works,” Baekhyun’s voice came from next to his ear and Luhan shrieked.
“Dont-don’t do that!” Luhan fairly screamed at the barista sauntering to clean the machines.
Baekhyun waved away his words with a wave of his hand. “You can repay me by introducing me to that cute Chinese friend who carries around that guitar.”
“I’m not introducing you to Yixing!” Luhan hissed back.
Baekhyun just answered by placing his phone in Luhan’s hand with the new contact screen open.
Luhan sent a quick prayer to the heavens an apology to Xing for selling him out to the devil as he dug out his phone to plug in Yixing’s number.
Title: Paparazzi
Paring: Xiuyeol
Rating: PG
Word Count: 761
Summary: Protective Chanyeol doesn’t like it when his little girlfriend is overwhelmed by their celebrity couple status.
Notes: Inspired by this
Stepping out of the restaurant, Minseon flinched as multiple cameras were shoved in her face and blinded as the flashes went off. She made a noise of surprise before stumbling back, the door coming back to slam at her face.
Chanyeol’s arm shot out from behind her and caught the heavy wood and she stumbled back into solid chest. With a little oof! Minseon was quickly enveloped in a protective embrace, her boyfriend’s arm looping automatically around her slim waist.
The flashes went on double time, trying to catch the scene of Minseon being tucked into Chanyeol, his hand around her waist and her face turning into his sweater.
“No photos, please,” Chanyeol’s deep voice rumbled out. The petite actress glanced up to look at the stormy expression on the idol’s face.
A few of the meeker photographers backed off, lowering their cameras and slinking off into the night, but the more bold, the regulars, continued to snap photos ignoring his request.
“It’s ok, Chanyeol,” Minseon whispered, her small fingers curling into her boyfriend’s sweater, “Let’s just go home.”
Melting at her soft whisper, Chanyeol nodded, a small grin replacing his earlier scowl. His hold around her waist slightly loosened up, moving Minseon from his front to his side and they leave the restaurant, the crowd of paparazzi barely making way for the couple.
She seemed to shrink as they approached the mob trying to keep a smile on her face, acting like the celebrity she was supposed to be. Chanyeol’s arm slipped down, until their fingers brushed. Instinctively looking up, Minseon felt Chanyeol intertwine their fingers together, while he tried to fend off the scavengers.
Ever hungry for the best photo possible, the crowd parted just enough for the couple to slip through. Able to hear the photographers shifting to follow them, Chanyeol craned his neck to ask Minseon, “Do you want me to drive you home or do you want to take a walk together?”
She pursed her lips together, glancing back at the moving mob. “I think it’d be better if we ended a little early today.”
A little furrow appeared between Chanyeol’s brows but he nodded, understanding. “Ok.”
“Minseon-sshi!"
Just at the sound of her name, the actress turned her head to see who called her before a bright flash went off not 2 feet away from her face. She stumbled backwards, eyes screwed shut.
“Enough!” Chanyeol growled out, annoyance bringing his lips together.
But it seemed like that close encounter encouraged the lagging paparazzi and they surged up to swarm the two.
Minseon frowned, trying to blink out the dots from her vision and before she could recover, another camera was jabbed in front of her face. Turning away from the device, Minseon bit her cheek to keep her tongue in check, glaring at the lens.
Chanyeol wasn’t known for his short temper, everyone knowing that the 6 foot man was usually full of smiles and happiness but they also knew how protective he was of his little girlfriend, Minseon, who shied away more from the spotlight than he did.
Taking two steps ahead of her, Chanyeol reached up, grabbing the lens and shoved it away from Minseon’s face. The photographer faltered, courage gone as the idol shot her an angry look. It seemed to get the message across and one by one the photographers dropped back, finally respecting the privacy of the couple.
“I’m sorry about that, noona,” he apologized, reaching out to open the car door. He gently tucked Minseon into the passenger seat, taking care to make sure her head didn’t bump into the door.
“It’s not your fault. You or I can’t help it,” Minseon tried, brushing her fingers across her boyfriend’s knuckles. He glanced at her, annoyance already fading from his face.
Sighing, Chanyeol wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her close, leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead. He breathed in, her perfume wafting up - light and floral - helping ease away the last of anger. “I know, but I get so worried.”
Minseon breathily giggled into Chanyeol’s neck, her breath fanning warm across his collarbones. “That’s what I get for having such a handsome boyfriend.”
“Nonsense. It’s because this beautiful girl here is the nation’s first love.”
Her fist thumped half heartedly on his chest as she laughed, breaking away from his embrace to flick the other on the forehead, the gesture tender and teasing. “Be quiet, Park Chanyeol.”
“Yes, noona.”
“Good, now drive me home.”
“Yes, noona.”
Title: Lovers Get Caught Just the Same in Thunder and Rain
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 587
Summary: All it takes is one word.
Notes: Inspired by this while listening to this.
Dedicated to sweet cy because she said I wrote too much angst ♥
This is it. This is the part where they break up, the part where someone throws that one last insult that pushes the other other the edge, the part where they know for sure that they were not meant for each other.
It’s raining hard, the coldness seeping into their clothes, down their hair, into their eyes and now Minseok and Luhan can’t tell whether it’s rain or tear tracks down each other’s faces.
Thunder rumbles in the distance and thunder rumbles closer in their hearts.
Minseok’s shoulders shake slightly, his breathing harsh.
Luhan’s fists clench and unclench, his brows furrowed.
One more word. That’s all it takes for them to fall apart.
“Please don’t leave.”
Luhan’s eyelashes flutter, blinking away tears and rain, his mouth falling open. Minseok’s so so vulnerable, his voice shaking. His heart is on his sleeve and all Luhan has to do is reach out and take it, protect it, never hurt Minseok again.
“Please don’t leave,” Minseok repeats, choking, eyes wide, water sticking his eyelashes together.
Lightening flashes and Luhan can see so clearly in Minseok’s eyes there’s love, hurt, longing, sadness, apologies ready to spill out onto his cheeks.
“Please,” Minseok whispers at Luhan’s silence, “please don’t leave. I’m so sorry. I never meant any of those things.” His arms come around to wrap around his chest, fingers digging into his arms. He drags in a hiccuping breath-
and drags in Luhan’s heart.
It takes 1 word. That’s all it takes for them to fall back together.
Luhan falls into Minseok’s arms, his own shoulders trembling, his own apologies spilling out. im sorry, im sorry, im so so sorry. i wont leave you, im not going anywhere, please look at me, kim minseok. i love you so much, im sorry, please dont leave me.
The rain pours on, the thunder rolls on in the distance as they kiss each other’s wounds that their heavy, sharp words have left.
Luhan kisses both of Minseok’s closed eyelids, tasting the salt of Minseok’s shed tears and he kisses away the small shakes of Minseok’s body, hiccups still racking his frame. He wraps his own arms around his little raincloud, bringing him close, offering his heart on his sleeve as he tenderly takes back Minseok’s heart, slightly more battered than the last time he took it.
Minseok lets his head hand, Luhan’s apologies whispered fervently and ceaseless. He punctuates each im sorry with a kiss. im sorry forehead, im sorry eyes, im sorry nose, im sorry cheek, im sorry lips. The smaller takes it all in, his tears long dry and the rain washes away the reminders of their careless words spat in anger. He accepts Luhan’s kisses, tilting his head, eyes closed, body melting with the ease of a thousand days spent learning each other.
“Thank you,” Luhan whispers with raw honesty when they break apart. He brushes his thumb across Minseok’s cheek as Minseok finally looks up and into Luhan’s eyes where he can see that Luhan’s truly sorry.
Their foreheads bump together, soft and comforting. There aren’t any more words that need to be said, all of their irritated, angry, hurtful words already said. But their apologetic, loving, sincere words have also been said, deeper and really what they mean.
They’re meant to be together.
They have time and they will have many more rainstorms to withstand together, but all it takes is one word to weather the storm until the clouds have passed and they can see the sun again.
Paring: Xiuhun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 347
Summary: Minseok is Sehun's Pinkeu-Pinkeu: the maknae cannot sleep without hyungnim
Notes: I really like goodnight scenes ok. Again, it's 3am and I'm just x.x Look how cute they are. Sorry, OP! No smut, it was just too fluffy. OTL I hope you don't mind too much, though...
Title means and comes from Beast's 'Should I Hug you or Not?'
It's almost like he's expecting him. Minseok's been in bed for what felt like half an hour now and he's in that state of half awake, half asleep. The door creaks open and a sliver of light shines through the opening. Someone steps in and the light gets partially blocked. Once whoever is all the way in, the door slowly closes and the room's pitch black again.
"Hyung?"
It's a tentative, almost nervous voice and he recognizes it immediately, even through the haze of exhaustion and sleep. It's the youngest.
The silence drags on and Minseok knows that Sehun's getting more antsy standing there getting no response, so Minseok manages to gather enough will to hum back to tell the gangly boy that he heard him.
Sehun shifts, Minseok can hear the rustle of clothing and it's another moment before Sehun speaks up again. "C-can I sleep here tonight, hyung?"
The elder doesn't respond but rather just drags his body to a the far side of the bed and even though it's pitch black, Sehun will know that the bed was just evacuated. It's really a formality for the other to ask because the younger comes in every night to sleep with him.
There's no other sound and Sehun's just standing there, probably biting on his lower lip, so in order to get the both of them to bed sooner Minseok says, "Sehunnie. Come over here."
Sehun can hear the cobwebs of sleep on the rusty voice and he knows that he just woke up the other. He ducks his head, heat pricking on the tops of his ears and his cheeks. He doesn't disobey, making his way to the bed. He stops short of getting on the bed, just hovering at the bedside and again, he's hesitating.
The shy youngest always did need a bit of prodding, so Minseok calmly guides him. "Get in here, Sehunnie. We're both tired and need sleep."
Minseok can feel the comforter being moved and can hear the creaking of the bed as more weight is added to the mattress. Sehun slips in, his long limbs needing to squish in a bit to fit into the smaller mattress.
He's honestly in routine here as he coaxes the younger to scoot away from the edge of the bed and closer to the middle, where he won't fall off the side by just rolling over. Sehun complies with small, shuffly movements that just seem too endearing to Minseok.
"Face me," Minseok gently commands and there's a moment before Sehun complies. He slowly turns to face the elder and he feels a pang of regret that the room is so dark. Even though he's spent hours tracing over the contours of Minseok's cheeks, the shape of his eyes, and counting the lashes of his hyung in the full light, he can never get enough.
As though Minseok knows that Sehun's lying there trying to recall the exact number of lashes that cast long shadows across his hyung's cheek, he chuckles. "Go to sleep," he says not unkindly. Sehun's nodding, more than eager to comply to Minseok's every wish. Thin fingers entangle with his and Minseok's just breathing out a good night, and the younger can hear by his voice that he's already fading.
His heart is beating quick and hard against his chest, but he just feels so full with a feeling he can't describe, so he scoots closer and closer, until his hand holding Minseok's hand is between their bodies and his legs are curled around Minseok's slightly pulled in legs. He gently places his chin on top of his tiny, tiny hyung's hair, careful to not disturb the slumbering one.
"Goodnight, hyung," Sehun whispers into Minseok's hair. Minseok makes a small noise of contentment, body wriggling to get closer to the younger's warmth and Sehun can already feel his eyelids closing, having exactly what he needs to sleep already in his arms.
Title: Dips
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 638
Summary: Minseok has back dimples and Luhan's sort of enamored with them
Notes: 3 am. Thought the prompt was cute. Something short and sweet. Oh look, another minseok drabble, what a surprise.
Luhan has this little habit (Minseok calls it an obsession, which is probably a more accurate name anyway) of slowly dragging his fingers across the small of the elder's back, especially if he's lying down watching a movie or using his laptop. It makes Minseok shiver with how lightly the digits just brush across his spine but he's long learned to just accept Luhan's little idiosyncrasies and just let the younger do what he wants.
They're all huddled around the TV, a movie, an old Chinese movie that all the m members have watched hundreds of time (turned on Korean subtitles the first few times, but slowly weaned them off the subs to try to grasp the Chinese. Minseok really just tunes it out in favor of laughing at the funny scenes) is playing on the screen. It's Joomyun's weekly "bonding time" with all the members and the hyung line had first fixed the k leader with a 'you're shitting me. we sleep in the same dorm, go to the same work place, see the same people, we're apart for 20 seconds of the day' look that has the one receiving it shrinking back before the maknaes piped up in agreeance.
And so, this is why they're all watching Shaolin Soccer for the god knows how many time and Sehun and Tao are still laughing at the same jokes while is just everyone else just sprawled across the living room in various degrees of alertnesss. Their manager has stepped out for the day knowing that there's food in their bellies and have the words of the elders to have the youngers in bed before it's too late.
Minseok lies on his side, head on Luhan's lap and he's getting drowsy by the calming motions of Luhan gently combing through his hair and the occasional touch on the small of his back. He's not even reading the Korean subtitles anymore, eyes too unfocused to really concentrate on the movie. He snuggles deeper into the blanket that Luhan had draped over him and the warmth of Luhan and his boyfriend had all to happily allowed the smaller to wriggle closer.
He's lulled to a state of haziness and Minseok's only brought back to consciousness when there's a soft voice whispering in his ear. The sleepy elder cracks open an eye and tiredly croaks, making sure to keep his voice low, "What?"
He can feel, rather than hear Luhan's chuckle at the metaphorical frog in Minseok voice before he bends over his lover. "You know you have these cute little dimples on your lower back?"
Minseok lets the words sink in, Luhan waiting patiently for his boyfriend to process the words. He opens his eyes a bit bigger than squinting and he blinks pensively up at the hovering man. "What?" he repeats, turning to face his distracted boyfriend.
"Dimples. You have them," Luhan repeats, pointing them out by bringing his hand back and forth on Minseok's back.
Minseok takes about the time span of 2 seconds to come to the conclusion that he's too asleep to deal with Luhan's little quirks right now, so he just hums before burrowing back into the warmth and closing his eyes.
He just knows that Luhan's sitting there with a dumb grin on his face, fingers still trying to point out to an unwilling man about these cute, cute dimples.
"Stop grining at me like that. You look dumb," Minseok mumbles into the navel of Luhan and the Chinese man just plants a small kiss on his temple.
"Ok," is all that is Luhan's answer and he just resumes his absentminded petting (he knows that anyone who glances over to them will fake an exaggerated gag directed to Luhan who will just return it with a grin that makes his crows feet show) and Minseok's falling back asleep.
He's drifting off back to sleep and the last thing he hears is "they're cute like you" and Minseok wants to protest that he's not cute, he's the eldest, but he's too tired to retort. He makes a mental note to tell Luhan later but they both know that Minseok is just going to comply with Luhan.
Title: Lopsided Foam Hearts
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1.1k
Summary: Voices don't twinkle and baristas don't have faces of fairies.
Notes: Fill in emp. I don't know what happened. I really don't. Terribly unbeta'ed coupled with 4am.
Stumbling into his usual small coffee shop tucked away between a bookshop and an antique store, Minseok shook his head trying to dislodge all the water that his hair had absorbed while he made a mad dash for the little joint. Shooting a dirty look at the dark clouds that loomed outside the window, he just couldn’t understand how it had just started pouring when the weather channel had promised nothing but sunshine and clear skies for the next week. Wringing out the bottom of his shirt and cursing quietly under his breath, Minseok froze when a twinkling voice called out, “Hello, how many I help you today?”
What. What the fuck. Voices don’t twinkle.
Looking up to find the source of the question, Minseok shot the barista that was coming out from behind a curtain that he presumed was the back of the shop a sheepish grin. The usual barista, Baekhyun, wasn’t anywhere to be seen. He could feel the smile on his face fix when the boy turned to look at him and he was left staring-he could only hope that he wasn’t gawking-at a life sized fairy.
Wait. Baristas don’t have the faces of fairies, either.
“Hello?” the fairy called out to him, pretty features twisting into a confused expression.
“Uh, um, er, are you talking to me?” Minseok stuttered out, glancing right and left in the cozy shop.
Fairy boy (what Minseok had deemed to call him in his head) seemed more amused than confused now as he glanced playfully around the room. “I don’t see any other pretty boys standing in here,” the barista said with a cheesy brow raise (damn, that looks really hot. Fucking fairy magic).
Minseok could feel the heat creeping up to his wet face and he knew that his cheeks were turning a blotchy red.
What. WHaT. whAT. Fairies didn’t hit on college boys who were dripping water on their floors.
“Uh, uh, sorry. I hadn’t really-” Minseok cut himself before taking a deep breath, “Yeah. Sorry. It started raining really hard.”
Peering behind him, fairy boy frowned. drawing his perfectly sculpted brows (for a brief, delirious second he wondered if fairy boy used magic to get such strong brow game) together and nodded. “I thought it wasn’t supposed to rain this entire week,” he mumbled more to himself than the sopping university student.
Exactly, Minseok chimed to himself.
“Well, since you’re here, would you like anything to drink?” the fairy boy leaned over the counter slowly as though he were making every move deliberate and calculated.
Eyeing pretty boy suspiciously, Minseok crept closer, grimacing as he could hear the wet noises his soaked tennis shoes made. Trying to hide his embarrassment by squinting at the menu board that was suspended above fairy boy’s head, he snapped his mouth shut with a clack when he realized his jaw was hanging open. Unattractively, his brain supplied.
He glanced at the boy still leaning over the corner who was staring at his jaw too intensely for someone amused with the catch.
A slow smirk spread across the boy’s face and Minseok could swear he could feel the barista’s stare. Gulping to get around the sudden lump in his throat, he brought him and his little puddle until it was standing in front of the fairy boy (who wasn’t even trying to be discreet in his ogling) and blinked water out of his eyes. “What would you recommend?”
A shiver ran down his spine as fairy boy’s smirk became a full out pedo smile and he eerily keeps eye contact with Minseok while reaching behind him in a rehearsed manner. Minseok felt a cold sweat break at as he eyed the door, planning to make a mad dash in case the crazed-but cute, his mind interjected-barista pulled out a gun or something equally dangerous.
Time slowed down to a crawl as Minseok’s mind sped up, calculating the amount of time it would take for him to sprint to the door and how fast the other could pull the trigger. His eyes darted between the unseen hand and the pouring rain. The hand slowly became more visible and Minseok felt adrenaline shoot through his veins. Wrist. Back of hand. Knuckles. His thighs tensed.
Until the barista pulled out a small black sign with messy chalk on the front.
Oh.
Wiping the back of his neck as discreetly as possible, Minseok read the scrawl.
Across the top in large capital letters was TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS:
Below was a list; 1. Hella fucking gay 2. Desperately single
Followed by; FOR YOUR DRINK TODAY I RECOMMEND YOU:
You give me your number
Oh.
Eyes slowly peeling off the black board he stared at the apparently hella fucking gay barista in blank confusion while the other pulled puppy dog eyes. Silence stretched between the two, only the rain the background keeping the silence from being overbearing.
“Sorry, I recommend the hazelnut mocha latte,” the fairy boy blurted out, face a blotchy red that spread from his ears down to his neck. He slowly lowered the sign until the smiley sticky figure on the left disappeared from sight.
Face a stoic mask, Minseok gave a curt affirmation that that would what he would have, pulling out a slim credit card. Luhan-as the thin name card read-rang him up and placed a slip for him to sign before fleeing to make his order.
Minseok sat at a nearby table as the amusedly watched a hassled Luhan dart about muttering darkly under his breath and it sounded something like, “fucking Baekhyun. I knew it wouldn’t fucking work. I can’t believe I asked for his advice, oh god he must think I’m a creep now, shitshitshit.”
He schooled his face into an unamused expression while picking up his warm drink, almost cracking into a smile at Luhan’s visible squirming. Luhan stumbled out a thank you before Minseok slipped out of the shop and into the rain.
Sighing, Luhan let his head drop onto the counter with a loud thump. “So? How’d it go?” a nasally voice asked, owner of the voice coming out from the back.
Luhan turned his head to stare at Baekhyun and his shit eating grin and growled at him, “What do you think?”
“I think you finally got the balls to talk to Minseok instead of hiding out in the back like always and I also hope that you got his number,” Baekhyun quipped back, leaning against the counter.
He squinted at Baekhyun who was staring disinterestedly at his nails, “Did...you actually think it was going to work?”
The shorter one raised his immaculately groomed brow, shooting back, “Of course.”
“Well. I’m numberless and probably also never going to be able to talk to him again,” Luhan sadly said, more into the countertop than to Baekhyun.
Baekhyun rolled his eyes at the overdramatic barista. Honestly. How dare Luhan fail on one of his surefire pick ups. He swept back into the back with a huff, leaving Luhan at the front to drown in his sorrow.
Luhan went through the motions to place the pen back into a mug on the front counter and put away Minseok’s receipt before freezing. He stared hard at the little paper before the words seeped into his brain.
On the front, on the typical signature line, it had ‘not-quite-as-desperately-but-interested single’ written in neat handwriting and underneath it had 10 numbers printed. There was even a ‘waiting for your call ;)’ under the numbers and Luhan was sure that he had gone to died and gone to heaven.
“Told you it always works,” Baekhyun’s voice came from next to his ear and Luhan shrieked.
“Dont-don’t do that!” Luhan fairly screamed at the barista sauntering to clean the machines.
Baekhyun waved away his words with a wave of his hand. “You can repay me by introducing me to that cute Chinese friend who carries around that guitar.”
“I’m not introducing you to Yixing!” Luhan hissed back.
Baekhyun just answered by placing his phone in Luhan’s hand with the new contact screen open.
Luhan sent a quick prayer to the heavens an apology to Xing for selling him out to the devil as he dug out his phone to plug in Yixing’s number.
Title: Paparazzi
Paring: Xiuyeol
Rating: PG
Word Count: 761
Summary: Protective Chanyeol doesn’t like it when his little girlfriend is overwhelmed by their celebrity couple status.
Notes: Inspired by this
Stepping out of the restaurant, Minseon flinched as multiple cameras were shoved in her face and blinded as the flashes went off. She made a noise of surprise before stumbling back, the door coming back to slam at her face.
Chanyeol’s arm shot out from behind her and caught the heavy wood and she stumbled back into solid chest. With a little oof! Minseon was quickly enveloped in a protective embrace, her boyfriend’s arm looping automatically around her slim waist.
The flashes went on double time, trying to catch the scene of Minseon being tucked into Chanyeol, his hand around her waist and her face turning into his sweater.
“No photos, please,” Chanyeol’s deep voice rumbled out. The petite actress glanced up to look at the stormy expression on the idol’s face.
A few of the meeker photographers backed off, lowering their cameras and slinking off into the night, but the more bold, the regulars, continued to snap photos ignoring his request.
“It’s ok, Chanyeol,” Minseon whispered, her small fingers curling into her boyfriend’s sweater, “Let’s just go home.”
Melting at her soft whisper, Chanyeol nodded, a small grin replacing his earlier scowl. His hold around her waist slightly loosened up, moving Minseon from his front to his side and they leave the restaurant, the crowd of paparazzi barely making way for the couple.
She seemed to shrink as they approached the mob trying to keep a smile on her face, acting like the celebrity she was supposed to be. Chanyeol’s arm slipped down, until their fingers brushed. Instinctively looking up, Minseon felt Chanyeol intertwine their fingers together, while he tried to fend off the scavengers.
Ever hungry for the best photo possible, the crowd parted just enough for the couple to slip through. Able to hear the photographers shifting to follow them, Chanyeol craned his neck to ask Minseon, “Do you want me to drive you home or do you want to take a walk together?”
She pursed her lips together, glancing back at the moving mob. “I think it’d be better if we ended a little early today.”
A little furrow appeared between Chanyeol’s brows but he nodded, understanding. “Ok.”
“Minseon-sshi!"
Just at the sound of her name, the actress turned her head to see who called her before a bright flash went off not 2 feet away from her face. She stumbled backwards, eyes screwed shut.
“Enough!” Chanyeol growled out, annoyance bringing his lips together.
But it seemed like that close encounter encouraged the lagging paparazzi and they surged up to swarm the two.
Minseon frowned, trying to blink out the dots from her vision and before she could recover, another camera was jabbed in front of her face. Turning away from the device, Minseon bit her cheek to keep her tongue in check, glaring at the lens.
Chanyeol wasn’t known for his short temper, everyone knowing that the 6 foot man was usually full of smiles and happiness but they also knew how protective he was of his little girlfriend, Minseon, who shied away more from the spotlight than he did.
Taking two steps ahead of her, Chanyeol reached up, grabbing the lens and shoved it away from Minseon’s face. The photographer faltered, courage gone as the idol shot her an angry look. It seemed to get the message across and one by one the photographers dropped back, finally respecting the privacy of the couple.
“I’m sorry about that, noona,” he apologized, reaching out to open the car door. He gently tucked Minseon into the passenger seat, taking care to make sure her head didn’t bump into the door.
“It’s not your fault. You or I can’t help it,” Minseon tried, brushing her fingers across her boyfriend’s knuckles. He glanced at her, annoyance already fading from his face.
Sighing, Chanyeol wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her close, leaving a sweet kiss on her forehead. He breathed in, her perfume wafting up - light and floral - helping ease away the last of anger. “I know, but I get so worried.”
Minseon breathily giggled into Chanyeol’s neck, her breath fanning warm across his collarbones. “That’s what I get for having such a handsome boyfriend.”
“Nonsense. It’s because this beautiful girl here is the nation’s first love.”
Her fist thumped half heartedly on his chest as she laughed, breaking away from his embrace to flick the other on the forehead, the gesture tender and teasing. “Be quiet, Park Chanyeol.”
“Yes, noona.”
“Good, now drive me home.”
“Yes, noona.”
Title: Lovers Get Caught Just the Same in Thunder and Rain
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 587
Summary: All it takes is one word.
Notes: Inspired by this while listening to this.
Dedicated to sweet cy because she said I wrote too much angst ♥
This is it. This is the part where they break up, the part where someone throws that one last insult that pushes the other other the edge, the part where they know for sure that they were not meant for each other.
It’s raining hard, the coldness seeping into their clothes, down their hair, into their eyes and now Minseok and Luhan can’t tell whether it’s rain or tear tracks down each other’s faces.
Thunder rumbles in the distance and thunder rumbles closer in their hearts.
Minseok’s shoulders shake slightly, his breathing harsh.
Luhan’s fists clench and unclench, his brows furrowed.
One more word. That’s all it takes for them to fall apart.
“Please don’t leave.”
Luhan’s eyelashes flutter, blinking away tears and rain, his mouth falling open. Minseok’s so so vulnerable, his voice shaking. His heart is on his sleeve and all Luhan has to do is reach out and take it, protect it, never hurt Minseok again.
“Please don’t leave,” Minseok repeats, choking, eyes wide, water sticking his eyelashes together.
Lightening flashes and Luhan can see so clearly in Minseok’s eyes there’s love, hurt, longing, sadness, apologies ready to spill out onto his cheeks.
“Please,” Minseok whispers at Luhan’s silence, “please don’t leave. I’m so sorry. I never meant any of those things.” His arms come around to wrap around his chest, fingers digging into his arms. He drags in a hiccuping breath-
and drags in Luhan’s heart.
It takes 1 word. That’s all it takes for them to fall back together.
Luhan falls into Minseok’s arms, his own shoulders trembling, his own apologies spilling out. im sorry, im sorry, im so so sorry. i wont leave you, im not going anywhere, please look at me, kim minseok. i love you so much, im sorry, please dont leave me.
The rain pours on, the thunder rolls on in the distance as they kiss each other’s wounds that their heavy, sharp words have left.
Luhan kisses both of Minseok’s closed eyelids, tasting the salt of Minseok’s shed tears and he kisses away the small shakes of Minseok’s body, hiccups still racking his frame. He wraps his own arms around his little raincloud, bringing him close, offering his heart on his sleeve as he tenderly takes back Minseok’s heart, slightly more battered than the last time he took it.
Minseok lets his head hand, Luhan’s apologies whispered fervently and ceaseless. He punctuates each im sorry with a kiss. im sorry forehead, im sorry eyes, im sorry nose, im sorry cheek, im sorry lips. The smaller takes it all in, his tears long dry and the rain washes away the reminders of their careless words spat in anger. He accepts Luhan’s kisses, tilting his head, eyes closed, body melting with the ease of a thousand days spent learning each other.
“Thank you,” Luhan whispers with raw honesty when they break apart. He brushes his thumb across Minseok’s cheek as Minseok finally looks up and into Luhan’s eyes where he can see that Luhan’s truly sorry.
Their foreheads bump together, soft and comforting. There aren’t any more words that need to be said, all of their irritated, angry, hurtful words already said. But their apologetic, loving, sincere words have also been said, deeper and really what they mean.
They’re meant to be together.
They have time and they will have many more rainstorms to withstand together, but all it takes is one word to weather the storm until the clouds have passed and they can see the sun again.