Drabble Dump 5
Title: Sensitive
Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: G
Word Count: 599
Note: teaser for wordsmithfrey. something of a side story to her fic.
Luhan yawns, head tipping back and arms stretching out. He scrunches up his eyes, feeling his lashes catch tears.
“Sleepy?” a soft voice startles Luhan midway through his yawn and he turns his neck to the direction of where the question came from. When his eyes open, Luhan has to blink a few times to clear up his eyes and the picture of Minseok leaning casually on the doorway swims into focus.
Minseok’s got his tail swinging lazily from side to side and his hair’s just slightly damp, ears flicking the moisture off. He’s in baggy clothes, his optimal sleeping clothes, because he says they’re easy to take off; something that Luhan had squinted at and Minseok, as usual, had just smiled cheekily at. The sweatpants pool at Minseok’s ankles and the soft cotton of his shirt reaches down to middle of his thighs, making the tiny hybrid look even smaller.
“Yeah.” Luhan takes his sweet time to soak in the sight of his lover before tipping his head over to the side. Minseok and the doorway go sideways and he sighs, “Seok, could you come over here and do me a favor?”
Minseok imitates Luhan by cocking his head to the side before pushing himself off the wall and padding over to his tired human. There’s a pretty little smile dancing on Minseok’s lips before he vanishes behind Luhan that’s explained when a soft purr resounds next to his ear in the form of a question. “What’s the favor?”
It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Luhan to gather his scattered thoughts and mumbles, “There’s a little crick on the left side of my neck and it’s kind of bothering me. Is there anyway that you could….” Luhan trails off, question transforming into a soft moan when fingers lightly land on his neck and start massaging. Minseok’s fingers work in small circles, increasing in pressure when Luhan moans louder. His head lolls to the side, eyes fluttering shut, concentrating on the feeling of Minseok working the knot out of his neck. He’s trying to make encouraging noises to let his kitty know that he can feel the magic working and the knot unraveling.
There’s a nip at the junction between his neck and shoulder and Luhan jerks, eyes flying open. “Wha-” he protests, already quieting down with the fingers still pressing in circles. “Min,” Luhan whines, shoulders rolling, “you know my neck is sensitive.”
Minseok’s breath is hot on his exposed neck when he whispers, “I know.” and Luhan has to suppress another shudder. Luhan can’t stop the hitch in his breath when Minseok’s tongue drags warm and rough over his skin and he makes a half hearted whining noise.
“Han. Turn off your computer and let’s go to bed.” Minseok’s suggestion is quiet and casual but Luhan knows that Minseok means it. It’s not like Luhan was planning to ignore it anyway. He quickly saves what he needs to before jabbing his finger into the power button, unable to wait for the thing to shut down when his baby is pliant and needy for him.
He’s out of the chair in seconds before his kitty’s mouth is on his and they’re stumbling out of Luhan’s office and into their bedroom, hardly needing their eyes open for the journey. Luhan only breaks away from Minseok’s urgent kisses to flick off the lights before they’re in the bedroom and Minseok’s mischievous grin is the last thing he can see before a hand pushes Luhan down into their sheets and his pretty, pretty kitty’s purring over him.
Title: (I'll Keep You My) Dirty Little Secret
Paring: broken!sekai,hunhan
Rating: G
Word Count: 957
Note: I forgot I wrote this. Hooray for cliche titles.
It doesn't really register that the two of them are no more.
Jongin remembers the last time he saw Sehun.
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The defeated sighs of Jongin contrast Sehun's livid screams that bounce back from the walls of the apartment. Jongin's cowering slightly on the couch while Sehun paces angrily. It's not that the younger is angry at Jongin, he's spitting rage out at his boss named Kris or something but if he wants to keep his job, it's better to explode at home than work.
But it doesn't make Jongin feel any better as he shies away from the broad gestures, hair tugging, and exasperated groans. It's normal, the cyclone that is Sehun when he comes home, but today. Today, he whirls around to Jongin and snarls, "And you! When are you going to get a job! All you ever do is fail auditions and loiter around every day!"
He thinks the noise that slips out is pitiful but it just seems to egg on Sehun. The growl that comes from the Sehun alarms Jongin, but he can't do anything because there's suddenly a hand that comes down and there's a stinging pain on his right cheek. It's not the pain that shocks him, it's the look in Sehun's eyes when he slowly looks back at his boyfriend with shocked eyes. He expects apologies, spilled regrets, and soft, healing pecks, but it's only fierce anger that greets him.
Jongin gapes in shock, it's like he's been slapped across the face with Sehun's hand and words. He feels something inside him rear it's ugly head and he wants to scream right back to Sehun that he's trying. But too conditioned to bite his tongue, the dancer just holds his words and his eyes speak enough. They're staring at Sehun with a suppressed anger and Jongin stands from the couch. "Out," the elder says and the words reverberate with an unquestionable tone.
Sehun fumbles for a moment, bewildered, shock, anger, and finally accepted defeat cross his face. He suddenly looks bone weary and just grabs a few essentials before sweeping out of the apartment without a word of apology.
It's the unsaid apology that really hurts Jongin the most. So he wraps a blanket tight around him and let a few droplets fall from his eyes.
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That was the last time he'd seen his lover.
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A week had passed since Jongin had thrown out Sehun and a day or two of Jongin ignoring the things that belonged to Sehun disappearing from Jongin's apartment.
Jongin stares hard at his phone, the battery dying quickly with the constant checking for a new message, a new voicemail, a new anything. But the screen remained cruelly black.
With trembling fingers, Jongin picks up his phone, unlocks it, and it opens to a familiar screen displaying Sehun's number. Before he chickens out, his index finger presses the phone icon and his phone quickly switches to a calling screen. Jongin resolutely presses the device to his ear and listens as the dialing tone plays.
The tone stops along with Jongin's heart.
"Hello?" A groggy voice answers and he can't remember the last time he'd been this nervous dialing Sehun's number.
"Hello," Jongin quietly replied.
"Jongin?" Sehun's voice sounds more awake.
There's rustling in the background and a soft voice that quietly asks, "Who's that?"
So many emotions slam into Jongin at once. Words are stuck in Jongin's throat and he can't seem to get a sound out. He hears Sehun swear under his voice and then it's muffled as he answers, "It's no one."
No one. That's who Jongin was. That. Was. It. Nothing more.
There's more rustling noises before he hears Sehun's voice loud again. "Wha-" he begins.
"You're cheating on me," is the first thing out of Jongin's mouth.
To his surprise, a laugh responds to that. "What? No. The contract was foreclosed already."
"What the fuck?" Jongin hisses, anger rising in him like an angry beast.
"It's wrapped up. The contract's been nulled," is Sehun's respond.
"Holy shit. You're covering up in front of your- no, I don't even know. Was I your first or second boyfriend, Sehun?"
He can imagine Sehun shaking his head, a habit of his on the phone even though the other person couldn't see him. "This contract I'm working on is higher priority," Sehun answers after a long pause.
He's in complete disbelief. Sehun. Sehun was cheating on him. No. He was cheating on his other boyfriend and fooling around with Jongin on the side.
Jongin sucks in a harsh breath as he hears the voice mumble, "Sehuuuun. Do your work later. Come back to bed and sleep a little longer."
"In a bit, Luhan."
Jongin feels something in him snap. "Luhan? My coworker?" There's a pause and a intake of breath. Jongin cuts him off before he can spout more bullshit, "Forget it, Sehun. Don't even think of having 2 boyfriends tomorrow. Or even 1."
The line goes dead before Sehun can answer and Jongin glares angrily at his phone before deleting Sehun's number with a vicious jab.
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The next day Luhan is given a call by his co-worker, Kim Jongin. He answers it apprehensively, wondering what this call could possibly mean.
All he's given is an address and a time to meet up and Luhan arrives in time at a quaint coffee shop.
When he sits, Jongin looks him square in the eye and says, "You're probably wondering why you're here."
Luhan's timid nod is answer enough.
Jongin's bright smile is almost ironic as he sticks out a hand and greets, "Hello, I'm Kim Jongin, Sehun's boyfriend."
Title: Kiss Me, Miss Me
Paring: broken!chansoo
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 1234
Note: THIIIIS IS THEEEE POTENTIAL BREAKUP SONG.
is this my first chansoo? i think so? expect more in the future
“un-fucking-believable.”
there’re multiple apps that notify him that he’s got notifications, spam from facebook, naver, texts. they’re all birthday texts, ranging from generic “happy birthday, kyungsoo-sshi!” to mom’s “have you eaten dinner yet, birthday boy?” but kyungsoo hasn’t answered a single one (except his mother’s text because mom texts are always important), pretending that he isn’t waiting for one specific person’s text. he’s even gotten a birthday text from fucking kakaotalk.
kyungsoo entertains the idea of calling said person, but resists because he like to think of this as a test, a test to see if he actually even cares anymore. he used to be the one who’d bound up to him, a month before and whisper “i got you the most amazing present ever” and he delivered, always, on january 12th. he used to be the one who’d text kyungsoo “happy birthday ♥♥♥♥♥♥” at midnight sharp and kyungsoo would be typing back a text that wasn’t full of emojis when his doorbell would ring and he’d be there with a birthday cake and the best birthday present kyungsoo could ever ask for-chanyeol.
but now he’s the one who hasn’t texted kyungsoo for weeks, the last kakao conversation sent from kyungsoo, weeks ago, a “is there kimchi in the fridge?” and a “no. can u pick some up on the way home”.
he can’t call chanyeol again to remind him, to beg, to seem pitiful, because kyungsoo’s at the end of his line and he needs chanyeol to reciprocate because he can’t do this anymore.
kyungsoo hasn’t even unlocked his phone but the battery’s at 50% from the constant turning on and off to check for a message from chanyeol. it’s ridiculous.
it’s almost 10pm, kyungsoo’s at his desk, typing away at his laptop, trying to drown himself in work that he’s been too distracted for all day to actually do at work. really, he’s just trying to distract himself from breaking down into tears.
kakaotalk!
kyungsoo’s eyes zoom in onto his lit up screen, heart in his throat
--and it’s a message from minseok. another happy birthday text. the 100th one of the day.
he’s too choked on emotions to even answer minseok.
it’s 2am and kyungsoo curling his nails into his palm to move his mind off the angry sting of tears, the tightness of his throat. he’s turned off his phone and stuck it in the charger, deciding that enough’s enough.
his pillow’s damp when kyungsoo finally falls asleep.
“hello?” chanyeol answers, warm, deep voice that used to make kyungsoo melt. people always said that kyungsoo’s voice sound melodious, always easy on the ear, but chanyeol’s voice is so deep that it just resonates in kyungsoo’s chest and warms up his heart (and cheeks).
“are you at home right now?” kyungsoo asks, fingers white around the steering wheel.
kyungsoo can hear a little rustling as chanyeol shifts. “are you in the car right now? it sounds like i’m on speakerphone.”
“yeah, i am. are you home?” he repeats.
“oh yeah, yeah i am. what’s up? you want to come over?” chanyeol invites.
“mmm, yeah. is that ok?” he’s made up his mind and it’s not something that was in the moment decision or one made from whirling emotions. he’s thought about it long and hard and it’s the best choice if kyungsoo wants to learn how to love himself again, to stop the constant self-hatred, to stop all the nights of silent hurt stinging from being ignored.
chanyeol’s voice is bright and months ago it would have made kyungsoo’s heart soar. “yeah! how long until you think you’ll be here?”
“i just got off work, so i’ll be there in 10 or 15.”
“mkay. you know the passcode~” he singsongs.
“see you in a bit, yeol.”
“mmm.”
the phone call ends and kyungsoo takes a deep breath, not sure if he’s trying to calm down or console himself that this is the right thing. it is the right thing. for kyungsoo. for chanyeol. for them. for their relationship. for everything they used to be.
chanyeol uses his height advantage to plant a kiss on the top of kyungsoo’s head as he comes in, too distracted by taking off his shoes than to avoid chanyeol. it had been all those affectionate skinship that had won kyungsoo over in the beginning.
“hey babe, what did i do to deserve this surprise visit?” chanyeol hums, taking kyungsoo’s coat from him.
kyungsoo has to swallow around the lump in his throat. he prays that his voice doesn’t shake, “i need to talk to you. i think you should sit down.”
chanyeol’s eyes lose their bright twinkle. kyungsoo’s still too in love with chanyeol for that not to hurt. he’ll heal. time heals all. “ok.” chanyeol’s rarely this quiet.
they trickle into chanyeol’s living room, chanyeol’s spine stick straight as he settles onto his worn couch. kyungsoo takes the seat on the lumpy chair that usually seats the 3rd wheeling friend who wrinkles their nose in false disgust when kyungsoo used to just naturally settle by chanyeol’s side. he takes a breath before he begins the end. “i’m breaking up with you.”
kyungsoo’s blunt and gets straight to the point, a charm that chanyeol fell for but that same charm slaps chanyeol across his face as he gapes. “what?” he gasps out.
“i’m breaking up with you,” kyungsoo repeats. it doesn’t hurt any less the 2nd time but it will eventually stop hurting.
his boyfriend’s hand comes up to his face and chanyeol dips his head, hand brushing across his eyes. kyungsoo lets him have this moment to absorb it. when chanyeol manages to compose himself, the only thing betraying him are his red eyes. “you’re breaking up with me?”
“yes.” short answers are managable.
“why?”
“a lot of reasons.” he restrains himself from listing them off like some damn grocery list. his boyfriend’s head drops into his hands.
chanyeol’s quiet. he’s quiet for a long time, head cradled in his palms. “i know i’ve done a lot of things in the recent past that has disagreed with you and i-i’ll respect your decision.” his voice cracks on ‘disagreed’ and it cracks kyungsoo’s heart.
they’ve been together long enough that chanyeol knows that important decisions are things that kyungsoo makes after eons of forethought so something this momentous probably been festering at kyungsoo for months. he’s fucked up real bad.
“i’ll text you later.” kyungsoo stands. there are no such things as good breakups. there’s a lot of things besides relationships that are breaking in them and this is a dreadful, awful breakup but also an emancipating, liberating.
chanyeol nods and kyungsoo takes his cue, making his way to the front door.
“kyungsoo.”
he stops in his tracks, hand on his coat laid across the kitchen counter.
“i’m so sorry. i really loved you, you know.” chanyeol doesn’t appear at the doorway, voice coming still from the living room.
now his vision wavers, blurring from the tears. it reflects in his voice when he whispers, “i know. me too. just-” he swallows, “just drop off my things at minseok’s place, will you? i’ll be out of town for the next few weeks.”
“ok.” it’s so defeated that kyungsoo pretends to not hear the first sob that breaks through when he swings the door shut.
he knows that chanyeol will change his passcode.
Title: Animal Instinct
Paring: suggested!chansoo
Rating: G
Word Count: 1064
Note: because i have a thing with kyungsoo loving cats and cats hating chanyeol <3
“line your shoes up carefully,” kyungsoo tosses behind him, shucking off his own shoes and on autopilot, he bends down to place his sneakers in their place on his shoes shelf and most importantly, run his hand down his russian blue’s back.
kai weaves her way through his legs, making that lovely sound that always brings that rare smiles to kyungsoo’s face.
“i’m home,” he greets softly to his precious, tickling behind her ear and her purrs intensify, rubbing against his hand.
the vibrations stop abruptly when chanyeol nearly crashes into his door frame.
kai meows loudly in protest when chanyeol apologizes into kyungsoo for kicking his shoe shelf and knocking down a number of shoes and kyungsoo just closes his eyes, brows furrowing. he sighs and the little crease between his brows disappear as chanyeol does that little sheepish duck that always makes him look far too adorable for someone his height.
“all that limb and you still have no fucking idea what to do with yourself,” kyungsoo sighs, and chanyeol just smiles his trademark 500 kilowatt smile.
his smile freezes in place when he hears a hiss being spat at him. “is your cat hissing at me.”
“kai! are you hissing, baby? why are you hissing?” kyungsoo coos to his lovely lady, abandoning chanyeol at the doorway to pick up the green eyed cat, “you don’t like the big bumbling man? it’s ok, i don’t either.” chanyeol’s weak protest is ignored in favor of calming down the russian blue, who’s currently fixating her gaze on the stranger intruding on her home.
“you named your cat scissors?” chanyeol asks, once he’s able to sit in a chair far enough distance, he judges from kai’s very sharp claws.
kyungsoo’s still trying to placate his rigid cat by petting her in his lap, only sparing a glance at his friend. “she’s always had a sharp gaze, even as a kitten. when i picked her out from her litter, she didn’t romp around like her littermates but just sat in a high corner and watched me. so i named her scissors.”
chanyeol eyes kai wearily, her sleek gray body seemed ideal for pouncing on large, skinny men. while chanyeol is usually an animal friend, he’s more of a dog person, attracting the attention of all the retrievers bounding about the park, but this cat, kai, just stared at him with this unnerving unwavering gaze. “uh. fitting.”
kyungsoo rubs two fingers underneath kai’s chin and she takes her gaze off chanyeol for two seconds to enjoy the attention, blinking slowly at her owner. the two meld at each other’s sides and kai’s body language tells chanyeol that’s there’s no room for him. chanyeol almost whimpers.
a trot song plays loudly and kyungsoo blinks down at his phone. “oh. i gotta take this call, give me a second,” he says, tapping on the top of kai’s head lightly and she pads off his lap gently. her owner’s already swiping his screen and greeting into the phone. he quickly takes the call into his bedroom, leaving chanyeol and the cat in some sort of stare off in the living room.
chanyeol tries again, reaching out slowly talking in a low, calm voice, “nice kitty? are you nice ka-holy shit!” he quickly retracts his arm in fear for his fingers when kai pulls back her upper lip and hisses at him, tucking her front paws out from underneath her.
her tail flicks in warning from side to side and chanyeol likes having all ten finger too much to try again. the silence stretches on, while kyungsoo’s call seems to take forever.
sighing, chanyeol shoves his phone back into his pocket after checking the time and glancing at the direction kyungsoo had wandered off to. he sighs, looking at the russian blue and mutters, more to himself than the cat, but he figures that he might was well talk to the cat if he can’t even say it to the owner’s cat, “i like your owner, and i guess i like you. but it looks, just like your owner, you don’t seem to like me very much either.”
kai stares at him with her eerily green eyes and chanyeol swears that she doesn’t even blink at him.
this has got to be the longest phone call over.
chanyeol fidgets in his chair.
kai meows and stands, padding closer to chanyeol, who sits stick straight and breathes shallowly, unsure if kai was approaching to tear him to bits or to do something else.
she finally settles to on the arm of the chair, terrifyingly close his chanyeol’s left hand. he figures that it’s his non dominant hand and that he can afford to lose the function of it for a few weeks then try to fend off the cat with his other hand.
against his fears, the russian blue meows loudly and butts her head softly against his hand. oh.
oh
chanyeol raises his arm slowly, afraid of making any movement that might change the cat’s mind and slowly brings it closer to kai’s head. she’s impatient, glancing at him like he’s the slowest fool to walk the earth and butts her head against the palm of his hand, meowling like she’s telling him to get a move on.
his hand comes to rest with the lightest of touches between her ears and he pets down towards her tail. she settles, tucking her paws underneath her, staring off to kyungsoo’s bedroom.
“i’m sorry that call ran so long, joonmyun hyung wanted to really iron out some details-oh. i see kai’s warmed up to you. she’s rather particular about who’s allowed to pet her,” kyungsoo says, returning from his call. there’s a little smile on the corner of his lips as he watches his best friend almost worshipfully petting his cat.
it’s a cozy scene and kyungsoo just wants to snap a photo but then chanyeol brings his hand too low and accidentally brushes his hand towards her head and kai snaps her head around to glare at him, her upper lip coming up.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, kai, please don’t eat my face,” chanyeol babbles to the cat and kyungsoo giggles at that bubbling warmth in his chest.
it’ll take some time. maybe, just maybe, kyungsoo wants chanyeol over more often.
for kai to get used to him, obviously.
Title: You're Pitiful
Paring: Broken!chansoo
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 540
Note: inspired loosely by fiestar's you're pitiful and title as well as summary taken from the song
“let go of my hand, you’re embarrassing me,” kyungsoo hisses and chanyeol drops his hand like he’s touched hot coal.
he wants to say so much but he can’t say anything. his face is burning, his fingers are frozen. he’s feeling so much he’s overwhelmed. there are words, there are words that need to be said, words that will make kyungsoo stop from leaving him, to stop him from hurting him. he can’t find them, he’s lost, so lost without kyungsoo.
“you can’t fucking do anything by yourself,” kyungsoo spits and chanyeol recoils like he’s physically been hit.
his fingers curl around empty air, around the hem of his shirt, around the broken pieces of his heart.
kyungsoo doesn’t turn and walk away like chanyeol’s expected, but he rakes a small hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. they’re not the only ones there, but it’s not like there’s many spectators, this corner of the aquarium deceptively calm. “see this, chanyeol. this is why i’m ending it. i liked you, hell, i loved you at one point. i wanted a lover, chanyeol. i don’t need to babysit a 180 cm giant baby. i don’t know maybe i had this delusion that you’d be that spark of youth and excitement i needed in my life to feel alive again but god chanyeol, you just make me feel so burdened, like an anchor around my neck,” kyungsoo rambles on, his words beginning to slur in the frustration.
chanyeol’s clearly taller than his boyfriend but he feels as tall as an ant under kyungsoo’s angry glare, smaller than a ladybug under kyungsoo’s truthful words, under his hurtful words.
“say something, chanyeol!” kyungsoo suddenly barks and chanyeol jolts, “you’re looking at me like i’m beating you over the head, say something, fight back! fight for us.” just like that, kyungsoo’s facade crumbles, his voice cracking on the last word. his hard glare’s softened by the tears that have filled his eyes, by the way his fist shakes by his side. “chanyeol please,” kyungsoo begs.
hold him, take him back, brush away those tears, promise to be better for him, for yourself, for us.
“i-” chanyeol swallows, throat thick.
kyungsoo’s eyes beg to hear what he needs to.
“i-” chanyeol tries again.
kyungsoo’s eyes are searching, tears threatening to fall.
“i’m sorry.”
just like that, chanyeol knows that he’s said the wrong thing by the way kyungsoo’s eyes fall and his cheeks are stained with tear tracks.
kyungsoo takes in a long breath, like bracing himself. he can’t do this anymore. he needs to be selfish. “goodbye chanyeol.”
holdhim,takehim back,brushawaythosetears,promisetobebetter
chanyeol’s left with his unsaid words and frozen fingers.
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Paring: Xiuhan
Rating: G
Word Count: 599
Note: teaser for wordsmithfrey. something of a side story to her fic.
Luhan yawns, head tipping back and arms stretching out. He scrunches up his eyes, feeling his lashes catch tears.
“Sleepy?” a soft voice startles Luhan midway through his yawn and he turns his neck to the direction of where the question came from. When his eyes open, Luhan has to blink a few times to clear up his eyes and the picture of Minseok leaning casually on the doorway swims into focus.
Minseok’s got his tail swinging lazily from side to side and his hair’s just slightly damp, ears flicking the moisture off. He’s in baggy clothes, his optimal sleeping clothes, because he says they’re easy to take off; something that Luhan had squinted at and Minseok, as usual, had just smiled cheekily at. The sweatpants pool at Minseok’s ankles and the soft cotton of his shirt reaches down to middle of his thighs, making the tiny hybrid look even smaller.
“Yeah.” Luhan takes his sweet time to soak in the sight of his lover before tipping his head over to the side. Minseok and the doorway go sideways and he sighs, “Seok, could you come over here and do me a favor?”
Minseok imitates Luhan by cocking his head to the side before pushing himself off the wall and padding over to his tired human. There’s a pretty little smile dancing on Minseok’s lips before he vanishes behind Luhan that’s explained when a soft purr resounds next to his ear in the form of a question. “What’s the favor?”
It takes an embarrassing amount of time for Luhan to gather his scattered thoughts and mumbles, “There’s a little crick on the left side of my neck and it’s kind of bothering me. Is there anyway that you could….” Luhan trails off, question transforming into a soft moan when fingers lightly land on his neck and start massaging. Minseok’s fingers work in small circles, increasing in pressure when Luhan moans louder. His head lolls to the side, eyes fluttering shut, concentrating on the feeling of Minseok working the knot out of his neck. He’s trying to make encouraging noises to let his kitty know that he can feel the magic working and the knot unraveling.
There’s a nip at the junction between his neck and shoulder and Luhan jerks, eyes flying open. “Wha-” he protests, already quieting down with the fingers still pressing in circles. “Min,” Luhan whines, shoulders rolling, “you know my neck is sensitive.”
Minseok’s breath is hot on his exposed neck when he whispers, “I know.” and Luhan has to suppress another shudder. Luhan can’t stop the hitch in his breath when Minseok’s tongue drags warm and rough over his skin and he makes a half hearted whining noise.
“Han. Turn off your computer and let’s go to bed.” Minseok’s suggestion is quiet and casual but Luhan knows that Minseok means it. It’s not like Luhan was planning to ignore it anyway. He quickly saves what he needs to before jabbing his finger into the power button, unable to wait for the thing to shut down when his baby is pliant and needy for him.
He’s out of the chair in seconds before his kitty’s mouth is on his and they’re stumbling out of Luhan’s office and into their bedroom, hardly needing their eyes open for the journey. Luhan only breaks away from Minseok’s urgent kisses to flick off the lights before they’re in the bedroom and Minseok’s mischievous grin is the last thing he can see before a hand pushes Luhan down into their sheets and his pretty, pretty kitty’s purring over him.
Title: (I'll Keep You My) Dirty Little Secret
Paring: broken!sekai,hunhan
Rating: G
Word Count: 957
Note: I forgot I wrote this. Hooray for cliche titles.
It doesn't really register that the two of them are no more.
Jongin remembers the last time he saw Sehun.
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The defeated sighs of Jongin contrast Sehun's livid screams that bounce back from the walls of the apartment. Jongin's cowering slightly on the couch while Sehun paces angrily. It's not that the younger is angry at Jongin, he's spitting rage out at his boss named Kris or something but if he wants to keep his job, it's better to explode at home than work.
But it doesn't make Jongin feel any better as he shies away from the broad gestures, hair tugging, and exasperated groans. It's normal, the cyclone that is Sehun when he comes home, but today. Today, he whirls around to Jongin and snarls, "And you! When are you going to get a job! All you ever do is fail auditions and loiter around every day!"
He thinks the noise that slips out is pitiful but it just seems to egg on Sehun. The growl that comes from the Sehun alarms Jongin, but he can't do anything because there's suddenly a hand that comes down and there's a stinging pain on his right cheek. It's not the pain that shocks him, it's the look in Sehun's eyes when he slowly looks back at his boyfriend with shocked eyes. He expects apologies, spilled regrets, and soft, healing pecks, but it's only fierce anger that greets him.
Jongin gapes in shock, it's like he's been slapped across the face with Sehun's hand and words. He feels something inside him rear it's ugly head and he wants to scream right back to Sehun that he's trying. But too conditioned to bite his tongue, the dancer just holds his words and his eyes speak enough. They're staring at Sehun with a suppressed anger and Jongin stands from the couch. "Out," the elder says and the words reverberate with an unquestionable tone.
Sehun fumbles for a moment, bewildered, shock, anger, and finally accepted defeat cross his face. He suddenly looks bone weary and just grabs a few essentials before sweeping out of the apartment without a word of apology.
It's the unsaid apology that really hurts Jongin the most. So he wraps a blanket tight around him and let a few droplets fall from his eyes.
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That was the last time he'd seen his lover.
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A week had passed since Jongin had thrown out Sehun and a day or two of Jongin ignoring the things that belonged to Sehun disappearing from Jongin's apartment.
Jongin stares hard at his phone, the battery dying quickly with the constant checking for a new message, a new voicemail, a new anything. But the screen remained cruelly black.
With trembling fingers, Jongin picks up his phone, unlocks it, and it opens to a familiar screen displaying Sehun's number. Before he chickens out, his index finger presses the phone icon and his phone quickly switches to a calling screen. Jongin resolutely presses the device to his ear and listens as the dialing tone plays.
The tone stops along with Jongin's heart.
"Hello?" A groggy voice answers and he can't remember the last time he'd been this nervous dialing Sehun's number.
"Hello," Jongin quietly replied.
"Jongin?" Sehun's voice sounds more awake.
There's rustling in the background and a soft voice that quietly asks, "Who's that?"
So many emotions slam into Jongin at once. Words are stuck in Jongin's throat and he can't seem to get a sound out. He hears Sehun swear under his voice and then it's muffled as he answers, "It's no one."
No one. That's who Jongin was. That. Was. It. Nothing more.
There's more rustling noises before he hears Sehun's voice loud again. "Wha-" he begins.
"You're cheating on me," is the first thing out of Jongin's mouth.
To his surprise, a laugh responds to that. "What? No. The contract was foreclosed already."
"What the fuck?" Jongin hisses, anger rising in him like an angry beast.
"It's wrapped up. The contract's been nulled," is Sehun's respond.
"Holy shit. You're covering up in front of your- no, I don't even know. Was I your first or second boyfriend, Sehun?"
He can imagine Sehun shaking his head, a habit of his on the phone even though the other person couldn't see him. "This contract I'm working on is higher priority," Sehun answers after a long pause.
He's in complete disbelief. Sehun. Sehun was cheating on him. No. He was cheating on his other boyfriend and fooling around with Jongin on the side.
Jongin sucks in a harsh breath as he hears the voice mumble, "Sehuuuun. Do your work later. Come back to bed and sleep a little longer."
"In a bit, Luhan."
Jongin feels something in him snap. "Luhan? My coworker?" There's a pause and a intake of breath. Jongin cuts him off before he can spout more bullshit, "Forget it, Sehun. Don't even think of having 2 boyfriends tomorrow. Or even 1."
The line goes dead before Sehun can answer and Jongin glares angrily at his phone before deleting Sehun's number with a vicious jab.
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The next day Luhan is given a call by his co-worker, Kim Jongin. He answers it apprehensively, wondering what this call could possibly mean.
All he's given is an address and a time to meet up and Luhan arrives in time at a quaint coffee shop.
When he sits, Jongin looks him square in the eye and says, "You're probably wondering why you're here."
Luhan's timid nod is answer enough.
Jongin's bright smile is almost ironic as he sticks out a hand and greets, "Hello, I'm Kim Jongin, Sehun's boyfriend."
Title: Kiss Me, Miss Me
Paring: broken!chansoo
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 1234
Note: THIIIIS IS THEEEE POTENTIAL BREAKUP SONG.
is this my first chansoo? i think so? expect more in the future
“un-fucking-believable.”
there’re multiple apps that notify him that he’s got notifications, spam from facebook, naver, texts. they’re all birthday texts, ranging from generic “happy birthday, kyungsoo-sshi!” to mom’s “have you eaten dinner yet, birthday boy?” but kyungsoo hasn’t answered a single one (except his mother’s text because mom texts are always important), pretending that he isn’t waiting for one specific person’s text. he’s even gotten a birthday text from fucking kakaotalk.
kyungsoo entertains the idea of calling said person, but resists because he like to think of this as a test, a test to see if he actually even cares anymore. he used to be the one who’d bound up to him, a month before and whisper “i got you the most amazing present ever” and he delivered, always, on january 12th. he used to be the one who’d text kyungsoo “happy birthday ♥♥♥♥♥♥” at midnight sharp and kyungsoo would be typing back a text that wasn’t full of emojis when his doorbell would ring and he’d be there with a birthday cake and the best birthday present kyungsoo could ever ask for-chanyeol.
but now he’s the one who hasn’t texted kyungsoo for weeks, the last kakao conversation sent from kyungsoo, weeks ago, a “is there kimchi in the fridge?” and a “no. can u pick some up on the way home”.
he can’t call chanyeol again to remind him, to beg, to seem pitiful, because kyungsoo’s at the end of his line and he needs chanyeol to reciprocate because he can’t do this anymore.
kyungsoo hasn’t even unlocked his phone but the battery’s at 50% from the constant turning on and off to check for a message from chanyeol. it’s ridiculous.
it’s almost 10pm, kyungsoo’s at his desk, typing away at his laptop, trying to drown himself in work that he’s been too distracted for all day to actually do at work. really, he’s just trying to distract himself from breaking down into tears.
kakaotalk!
kyungsoo’s eyes zoom in onto his lit up screen, heart in his throat
--and it’s a message from minseok. another happy birthday text. the 100th one of the day.
he’s too choked on emotions to even answer minseok.
it’s 2am and kyungsoo curling his nails into his palm to move his mind off the angry sting of tears, the tightness of his throat. he’s turned off his phone and stuck it in the charger, deciding that enough’s enough.
his pillow’s damp when kyungsoo finally falls asleep.
“hello?” chanyeol answers, warm, deep voice that used to make kyungsoo melt. people always said that kyungsoo’s voice sound melodious, always easy on the ear, but chanyeol’s voice is so deep that it just resonates in kyungsoo’s chest and warms up his heart (and cheeks).
“are you at home right now?” kyungsoo asks, fingers white around the steering wheel.
kyungsoo can hear a little rustling as chanyeol shifts. “are you in the car right now? it sounds like i’m on speakerphone.”
“yeah, i am. are you home?” he repeats.
“oh yeah, yeah i am. what’s up? you want to come over?” chanyeol invites.
“mmm, yeah. is that ok?” he’s made up his mind and it’s not something that was in the moment decision or one made from whirling emotions. he’s thought about it long and hard and it’s the best choice if kyungsoo wants to learn how to love himself again, to stop the constant self-hatred, to stop all the nights of silent hurt stinging from being ignored.
chanyeol’s voice is bright and months ago it would have made kyungsoo’s heart soar. “yeah! how long until you think you’ll be here?”
“i just got off work, so i’ll be there in 10 or 15.”
“mkay. you know the passcode~” he singsongs.
“see you in a bit, yeol.”
“mmm.”
the phone call ends and kyungsoo takes a deep breath, not sure if he’s trying to calm down or console himself that this is the right thing. it is the right thing. for kyungsoo. for chanyeol. for them. for their relationship. for everything they used to be.
chanyeol uses his height advantage to plant a kiss on the top of kyungsoo’s head as he comes in, too distracted by taking off his shoes than to avoid chanyeol. it had been all those affectionate skinship that had won kyungsoo over in the beginning.
“hey babe, what did i do to deserve this surprise visit?” chanyeol hums, taking kyungsoo’s coat from him.
kyungsoo has to swallow around the lump in his throat. he prays that his voice doesn’t shake, “i need to talk to you. i think you should sit down.”
chanyeol’s eyes lose their bright twinkle. kyungsoo’s still too in love with chanyeol for that not to hurt. he’ll heal. time heals all. “ok.” chanyeol’s rarely this quiet.
they trickle into chanyeol’s living room, chanyeol’s spine stick straight as he settles onto his worn couch. kyungsoo takes the seat on the lumpy chair that usually seats the 3rd wheeling friend who wrinkles their nose in false disgust when kyungsoo used to just naturally settle by chanyeol’s side. he takes a breath before he begins the end. “i’m breaking up with you.”
kyungsoo’s blunt and gets straight to the point, a charm that chanyeol fell for but that same charm slaps chanyeol across his face as he gapes. “what?” he gasps out.
“i’m breaking up with you,” kyungsoo repeats. it doesn’t hurt any less the 2nd time but it will eventually stop hurting.
his boyfriend’s hand comes up to his face and chanyeol dips his head, hand brushing across his eyes. kyungsoo lets him have this moment to absorb it. when chanyeol manages to compose himself, the only thing betraying him are his red eyes. “you’re breaking up with me?”
“yes.” short answers are managable.
“why?”
“a lot of reasons.” he restrains himself from listing them off like some damn grocery list. his boyfriend’s head drops into his hands.
chanyeol’s quiet. he’s quiet for a long time, head cradled in his palms. “i know i’ve done a lot of things in the recent past that has disagreed with you and i-i’ll respect your decision.” his voice cracks on ‘disagreed’ and it cracks kyungsoo’s heart.
they’ve been together long enough that chanyeol knows that important decisions are things that kyungsoo makes after eons of forethought so something this momentous probably been festering at kyungsoo for months. he’s fucked up real bad.
“i’ll text you later.” kyungsoo stands. there are no such things as good breakups. there’s a lot of things besides relationships that are breaking in them and this is a dreadful, awful breakup but also an emancipating, liberating.
chanyeol nods and kyungsoo takes his cue, making his way to the front door.
“kyungsoo.”
he stops in his tracks, hand on his coat laid across the kitchen counter.
“i’m so sorry. i really loved you, you know.” chanyeol doesn’t appear at the doorway, voice coming still from the living room.
now his vision wavers, blurring from the tears. it reflects in his voice when he whispers, “i know. me too. just-” he swallows, “just drop off my things at minseok’s place, will you? i’ll be out of town for the next few weeks.”
“ok.” it’s so defeated that kyungsoo pretends to not hear the first sob that breaks through when he swings the door shut.
he knows that chanyeol will change his passcode.
Title: Animal Instinct
Paring: suggested!chansoo
Rating: G
Word Count: 1064
Note: because i have a thing with kyungsoo loving cats and cats hating chanyeol <3
“line your shoes up carefully,” kyungsoo tosses behind him, shucking off his own shoes and on autopilot, he bends down to place his sneakers in their place on his shoes shelf and most importantly, run his hand down his russian blue’s back.
kai weaves her way through his legs, making that lovely sound that always brings that rare smiles to kyungsoo’s face.
“i’m home,” he greets softly to his precious, tickling behind her ear and her purrs intensify, rubbing against his hand.
the vibrations stop abruptly when chanyeol nearly crashes into his door frame.
kai meows loudly in protest when chanyeol apologizes into kyungsoo for kicking his shoe shelf and knocking down a number of shoes and kyungsoo just closes his eyes, brows furrowing. he sighs and the little crease between his brows disappear as chanyeol does that little sheepish duck that always makes him look far too adorable for someone his height.
“all that limb and you still have no fucking idea what to do with yourself,” kyungsoo sighs, and chanyeol just smiles his trademark 500 kilowatt smile.
his smile freezes in place when he hears a hiss being spat at him. “is your cat hissing at me.”
“kai! are you hissing, baby? why are you hissing?” kyungsoo coos to his lovely lady, abandoning chanyeol at the doorway to pick up the green eyed cat, “you don’t like the big bumbling man? it’s ok, i don’t either.” chanyeol’s weak protest is ignored in favor of calming down the russian blue, who’s currently fixating her gaze on the stranger intruding on her home.
“you named your cat scissors?” chanyeol asks, once he’s able to sit in a chair far enough distance, he judges from kai’s very sharp claws.
kyungsoo’s still trying to placate his rigid cat by petting her in his lap, only sparing a glance at his friend. “she’s always had a sharp gaze, even as a kitten. when i picked her out from her litter, she didn’t romp around like her littermates but just sat in a high corner and watched me. so i named her scissors.”
chanyeol eyes kai wearily, her sleek gray body seemed ideal for pouncing on large, skinny men. while chanyeol is usually an animal friend, he’s more of a dog person, attracting the attention of all the retrievers bounding about the park, but this cat, kai, just stared at him with this unnerving unwavering gaze. “uh. fitting.”
kyungsoo rubs two fingers underneath kai’s chin and she takes her gaze off chanyeol for two seconds to enjoy the attention, blinking slowly at her owner. the two meld at each other’s sides and kai’s body language tells chanyeol that’s there’s no room for him. chanyeol almost whimpers.
a trot song plays loudly and kyungsoo blinks down at his phone. “oh. i gotta take this call, give me a second,” he says, tapping on the top of kai’s head lightly and she pads off his lap gently. her owner’s already swiping his screen and greeting into the phone. he quickly takes the call into his bedroom, leaving chanyeol and the cat in some sort of stare off in the living room.
chanyeol tries again, reaching out slowly talking in a low, calm voice, “nice kitty? are you nice ka-holy shit!” he quickly retracts his arm in fear for his fingers when kai pulls back her upper lip and hisses at him, tucking her front paws out from underneath her.
her tail flicks in warning from side to side and chanyeol likes having all ten finger too much to try again. the silence stretches on, while kyungsoo’s call seems to take forever.
sighing, chanyeol shoves his phone back into his pocket after checking the time and glancing at the direction kyungsoo had wandered off to. he sighs, looking at the russian blue and mutters, more to himself than the cat, but he figures that he might was well talk to the cat if he can’t even say it to the owner’s cat, “i like your owner, and i guess i like you. but it looks, just like your owner, you don’t seem to like me very much either.”
kai stares at him with her eerily green eyes and chanyeol swears that she doesn’t even blink at him.
this has got to be the longest phone call over.
chanyeol fidgets in his chair.
kai meows and stands, padding closer to chanyeol, who sits stick straight and breathes shallowly, unsure if kai was approaching to tear him to bits or to do something else.
she finally settles to on the arm of the chair, terrifyingly close his chanyeol’s left hand. he figures that it’s his non dominant hand and that he can afford to lose the function of it for a few weeks then try to fend off the cat with his other hand.
against his fears, the russian blue meows loudly and butts her head softly against his hand. oh.
oh
chanyeol raises his arm slowly, afraid of making any movement that might change the cat’s mind and slowly brings it closer to kai’s head. she’s impatient, glancing at him like he’s the slowest fool to walk the earth and butts her head against the palm of his hand, meowling like she’s telling him to get a move on.
his hand comes to rest with the lightest of touches between her ears and he pets down towards her tail. she settles, tucking her paws underneath her, staring off to kyungsoo’s bedroom.
“i’m sorry that call ran so long, joonmyun hyung wanted to really iron out some details-oh. i see kai’s warmed up to you. she’s rather particular about who’s allowed to pet her,” kyungsoo says, returning from his call. there’s a little smile on the corner of his lips as he watches his best friend almost worshipfully petting his cat.
it’s a cozy scene and kyungsoo just wants to snap a photo but then chanyeol brings his hand too low and accidentally brushes his hand towards her head and kai snaps her head around to glare at him, her upper lip coming up.
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, kai, please don’t eat my face,” chanyeol babbles to the cat and kyungsoo giggles at that bubbling warmth in his chest.
it’ll take some time. maybe, just maybe, kyungsoo wants chanyeol over more often.
for kai to get used to him, obviously.
Title: You're Pitiful
Paring: Broken!chansoo
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 540
Note: inspired loosely by fiestar's you're pitiful and title as well as summary taken from the song
“let go of my hand, you’re embarrassing me,” kyungsoo hisses and chanyeol drops his hand like he’s touched hot coal.
he wants to say so much but he can’t say anything. his face is burning, his fingers are frozen. he’s feeling so much he’s overwhelmed. there are words, there are words that need to be said, words that will make kyungsoo stop from leaving him, to stop him from hurting him. he can’t find them, he’s lost, so lost without kyungsoo.
“you can’t fucking do anything by yourself,” kyungsoo spits and chanyeol recoils like he’s physically been hit.
his fingers curl around empty air, around the hem of his shirt, around the broken pieces of his heart.
kyungsoo doesn’t turn and walk away like chanyeol’s expected, but he rakes a small hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. they’re not the only ones there, but it’s not like there’s many spectators, this corner of the aquarium deceptively calm. “see this, chanyeol. this is why i’m ending it. i liked you, hell, i loved you at one point. i wanted a lover, chanyeol. i don’t need to babysit a 180 cm giant baby. i don’t know maybe i had this delusion that you’d be that spark of youth and excitement i needed in my life to feel alive again but god chanyeol, you just make me feel so burdened, like an anchor around my neck,” kyungsoo rambles on, his words beginning to slur in the frustration.
chanyeol’s clearly taller than his boyfriend but he feels as tall as an ant under kyungsoo’s angry glare, smaller than a ladybug under kyungsoo’s truthful words, under his hurtful words.
“say something, chanyeol!” kyungsoo suddenly barks and chanyeol jolts, “you’re looking at me like i’m beating you over the head, say something, fight back! fight for us.” just like that, kyungsoo’s facade crumbles, his voice cracking on the last word. his hard glare’s softened by the tears that have filled his eyes, by the way his fist shakes by his side. “chanyeol please,” kyungsoo begs.
hold him, take him back, brush away those tears, promise to be better for him, for yourself, for us.
“i-” chanyeol swallows, throat thick.
kyungsoo’s eyes beg to hear what he needs to.
“i-” chanyeol tries again.
kyungsoo’s eyes are searching, tears threatening to fall.
“i’m sorry.”
just like that, chanyeol knows that he’s said the wrong thing by the way kyungsoo’s eyes fall and his cheeks are stained with tear tracks.
kyungsoo takes in a long breath, like bracing himself. he can’t do this anymore. he needs to be selfish. “goodbye chanyeol.”
holdhim,takehim back,brushawaythosetears,promisetobebetter
chanyeol’s left with his unsaid words and frozen fingers.
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