[ drabble ] descendant of the devil
Title: What time is it?
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Lu Han/Jongin
Word count: 656
Summary: In which Jongin is convinced Lu Han plans on taking over the human race and Sehun is a traitor.
Jongin is convinced that Lu Han is a descendant of the devil, masked with the face of an angel to deceive the human race. He is sure the elder uses their ignorance towards cute looking creatures with doe eyes and pink, bow shaped lips so he can take reign over the world.
Jongin exclusively confides in Sehun while they are snugly hidden within the comforts of their sturdy pillow and blanket fort and shares his concerns. Sehun, being the good friend he is, swears he won’t tell anyone.
It's only natural that everyone in the dorm--including the SHINee hyungs, informs Taemin by text, knows about Jongin's conspiracy theories before the break of dawn.
"Am I a descendant of the devil too!?" It should be illegal to be this loud in the morning, Jongin thinks as he shuffles into the kitchen and pointedly ignores Chanyeol and his shit eating grin.
"C'mon man," the elder continues, obnoxiously batting his eyelashes, "aren't I pretty damn adorable as well?"
"No," grumbles Jongin, begrudgingly biting down on a piece of toast, "the only reason you're here is because they couldn't stand you anymore on your home planet."
Chanyeol guffaws indignantly, complied with long, flaily limbs that nearly smack his breakfast off the table. Jongin feels a vague sense of accomplishment when Baekhyun painfully jabs Chanyeol in the side with his spoon, complaining about the lukewarm milk spilled onto his pajama pants. Jongin's reverie doesn’t last long however, because a little less than twenty seconds later Sehun (traitor) decides to walk in, Lu Han (demon prince) trailing after him with a sleepy smile.
They both greet everyone in the cramped kitchen good morning and Jongin ignores both Sehun’s smug grin and Lu Han’s large eyes glued to his appearance. In an attempt to distract himself Jongin ungracefully shuffles the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth.
To his dismay, Jongin still notes that Lu Han looks especially cute this morning ( and not because he's paying attention or anything, but because Lu Han forcefully stuffs his flowerboy adorable down everyone’s throat with his over-sized sweaters that reveal a little too much collarbone and sleep soft drowsy eyes). Jongin quickly gets up and flees to the confines of his room where he hopes to escape the magic fairy dust that Lu Han emits to lure everyone in his trap.
To no avail, because not long after he has cocooned himself within the safe comforts of his blankets the door opens and closes, followed by socked footsteps and small hands prying Jongin’s warm shelter away from his body.
"Descendant of the devil, hm?" Lu Han sounds amused as he slips behind Jongin on the small bed, lean arms curling around his torso and a small chest pressing into his warm. Even in the morning, Lu Han smells good.
Jongin fights against the urge to relax in Lu Han’s arms or to bask in the elder's pleasant fragrant. He screws his eyes shut and ignores the way Lu Han's breath tickles the skin in his neck.
"I know you are plotting my demise," Jongin croaks.
Lu Han lets out a breathy laughter and nuzzles his face against the nape of Jongin’s neck, sending shudders over the younger boy’s spine, “either that, or I want just you to like me.”
"Same thing," Jongin mutters sounding utterly defeated, his hand now firmly clasping Lu Han’s. He’s getting weak.
"Well, is it working?" Jongin can feel the curve of Lu Han’s smile against his skin, it causes his stomach to twirl in ways that are not completely unpleasant--he supposes.
"The world is doomed," he declares stoically, refusing to face the elder as their fingers lace together.
It’s enough of an answer for Lu Han, who heaves a satisfied sigh before pressing his cheek gingerly against Jongin’s back.
"Too bad, you were this world’s only hope."
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Pairing: Lu Han/Jongin
Word count: 656
Summary: In which Jongin is convinced Lu Han plans on taking over the human race and Sehun is a traitor.
Jongin is convinced that Lu Han is a descendant of the devil, masked with the face of an angel to deceive the human race. He is sure the elder uses their ignorance towards cute looking creatures with doe eyes and pink, bow shaped lips so he can take reign over the world.
Jongin exclusively confides in Sehun while they are snugly hidden within the comforts of their sturdy pillow and blanket fort and shares his concerns. Sehun, being the good friend he is, swears he won’t tell anyone.
It's only natural that everyone in the dorm--including the SHINee hyungs, informs Taemin by text, knows about Jongin's conspiracy theories before the break of dawn.
"Am I a descendant of the devil too!?" It should be illegal to be this loud in the morning, Jongin thinks as he shuffles into the kitchen and pointedly ignores Chanyeol and his shit eating grin.
"C'mon man," the elder continues, obnoxiously batting his eyelashes, "aren't I pretty damn adorable as well?"
"No," grumbles Jongin, begrudgingly biting down on a piece of toast, "the only reason you're here is because they couldn't stand you anymore on your home planet."
Chanyeol guffaws indignantly, complied with long, flaily limbs that nearly smack his breakfast off the table. Jongin feels a vague sense of accomplishment when Baekhyun painfully jabs Chanyeol in the side with his spoon, complaining about the lukewarm milk spilled onto his pajama pants. Jongin's reverie doesn’t last long however, because a little less than twenty seconds later Sehun (traitor) decides to walk in, Lu Han (demon prince) trailing after him with a sleepy smile.
They both greet everyone in the cramped kitchen good morning and Jongin ignores both Sehun’s smug grin and Lu Han’s large eyes glued to his appearance. In an attempt to distract himself Jongin ungracefully shuffles the remainder of his breakfast into his mouth.
To his dismay, Jongin still notes that Lu Han looks especially cute this morning ( and not because he's paying attention or anything, but because Lu Han forcefully stuffs his flowerboy adorable down everyone’s throat with his over-sized sweaters that reveal a little too much collarbone and sleep soft drowsy eyes). Jongin quickly gets up and flees to the confines of his room where he hopes to escape the magic fairy dust that Lu Han emits to lure everyone in his trap.
To no avail, because not long after he has cocooned himself within the safe comforts of his blankets the door opens and closes, followed by socked footsteps and small hands prying Jongin’s warm shelter away from his body.
"Descendant of the devil, hm?" Lu Han sounds amused as he slips behind Jongin on the small bed, lean arms curling around his torso and a small chest pressing into his warm. Even in the morning, Lu Han smells good.
Jongin fights against the urge to relax in Lu Han’s arms or to bask in the elder's pleasant fragrant. He screws his eyes shut and ignores the way Lu Han's breath tickles the skin in his neck.
"I know you are plotting my demise," Jongin croaks.
Lu Han lets out a breathy laughter and nuzzles his face against the nape of Jongin’s neck, sending shudders over the younger boy’s spine, “either that, or I want just you to like me.”
"Same thing," Jongin mutters sounding utterly defeated, his hand now firmly clasping Lu Han’s. He’s getting weak.
"Well, is it working?" Jongin can feel the curve of Lu Han’s smile against his skin, it causes his stomach to twirl in ways that are not completely unpleasant--he supposes.
"The world is doomed," he declares stoically, refusing to face the elder as their fingers lace together.
It’s enough of an answer for Lu Han, who heaves a satisfied sigh before pressing his cheek gingerly against Jongin’s back.
"Too bad, you were this world’s only hope."