Three Exo Drabbles
Let Me Consume The Entirety of You; Chansoo; PG-13; 309 words
warnings: Hannibal!au, mental illness
It was almost fun watching him deteriorate. Kyungsoo was becoming more and more unstable as each day ticked past. The small man could barely pour himself a glass of water without shaking, blacking out and eventually making a mess.
Pulling the proverbial friend card, Chanyeol put on a smile and ushered Kyungsoo into his home under the pretense of supervision.
The once powerful lounge singer quickly grew even more despondent, only becoming lucid when Chanyeol had any physical contact with him.
Chanyeol pressed his hand against the full round cheek of the smaller, “It’s dinnertime, Kyungsoo,” he said with a grin, “I made ratatouille with marinated kidney.”
“That sounds lovely,” Kyungsoo spoke airily, allowing Chanyeol to lead him by the hand into the dining room.
“We’ll have some wine and enjoy our meal,” Chanyeol said comfortingly as he pushed in Kyungsoo’s chair with the man in it, and gracefully left to retrieve the food from the kitchen.
“You’re the best... Cha-,” Kyungsoo’s voice went small then faded away mid-syllable and Chanyeol’s smile disappeared at the sound. When he returned to the dining room, he found Kyungsoo standing at the glass patio doors. His fingers were aimlessly scrabbling for purchase on the pristine glass in attempt to open the door.
“Kyungsoo.”
He paused before his blunt nails scratched at the clear glass once more.
Chanyeol placed the plates onto the table and walked over to Kyungsoo calmly.
“Come have dinner, my dear friend,” Chanyeol slipped his larger hand into Kyungsoo’s smaller one. The younger inhaled sharply and looked up at Chanyeol with fearful eyes.
“What - what happened now?” His voice was thick with what tainted his wide eyes.
“Nothing. Now,” Chanyeol led him to the table once more, “eat your dinner.”
“Okay, okay,” Kyungsoo sounded assured, although shaken, “What are we having?”
“Something very special,” Chanyeol replied with a smile.
Insanity is the Only Means of Relaxation; Taohun; PG-13; 205 words
warnings: Sherlock!au, high-functioning-sociopath!Zitao
Sehun watches as Zitao paces around the small living room.
“Bored,” Zitao murmurs as he twirls a fire poker in his right hand.
“Can you just-,” Sehun grunts as the poker nearly gouges a large chunk of drywall out of the wall already littered with bullet holes and a spray-painted smiley face.
“Just what, Sehun?” Zitao sighs. “Finish your sentences, you lazy boy.”
“Says the man barely one year my senior who’s still only half-fluent in the language of the country we reside in,” Sehun covers his eyes and groans when the iron poker is stabbed deeply into the hardwood floorboards. “Ms. Han is not going to be happy about that, Hyung.”
Zitao just harrumphs and pulls off his silk housecoat, draping it over Sehun’s face as he walks past.
“Will you-,” Sehun rips it away from his head and throws it to the floor with a huff, “Put some pants on! Zitao!”
“Bored!” Zitao shrieks back.
Sehun can only sigh and hope that, for the sake of his and Zitao’s (fragile) sanity, that Joonmyeon calls within the next hour, or someone is going to have been brutally murdered in 221B Baker Street, and Sehun may or may not have had a hand in it.
Turning Through the Times; Xiuhan; PG-13; 455 words
Doctor Who!au
Minseok found himself being roused to the sight of an exceptionally pretty face smiling down at him.
“There you go,” the smiling face somehow was cranked to a higher wattage and Minseok just groaned. “You’re not concussed or anything which is extremely fortunate for you.”
“What happened?” Minseok was brought to an upright sitting position and he could only hold his head as flashes of pain sparked through his entire nervous system.
“Explosion,” said the smiling stranger simply, “A fantastic one at that. There were sparkles of every colour imaginable.”
“Are you- are you insane?” Minseok could only choke on that resplendent expression on the man’s face. No, not man, he looked way too young to be out of high school.
“I prefer the term ‘unconventional genius’, thank you,” the boy flashed another happy smile and helped Minseok to his feet.
There were sounds of heavy footsteps, and when Minseok looked over his shoulder, he could only gape.
“Run!” cried the boy as he gripped Minseok’s hand and pulled him along, picking up speed away from the shark-like creatures now chasing after them.
“What the hell are those?” Minseok wheezed when the boy pulled him into a building. The boy said nothing as he pulled out some small pen-like thing and when he pressed a button, it let out a shrill whirring noise.
“Selachian,” the boy said as he tucked away the weird tool, “contrary to the shark-like helmets, they look more salmon-y. Fishy little things.”
Minseok could only balk at the happy little grin he was given at the comment.
“Who,” Minseok swallowed, “who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor.”
Minseok snorted, “And I’m the Tooth Fairy.”
“No, you’re too cute to be the Tooth Fairy. He’s more muscley bikerman than anything, really,”
“I-,”
Minseok could barely process the weird coming from the boy - ‘Doctor’, Minseok mentally scoffed.
“Hey, now. I’m not making fun of you for nearly dying in an explosion and then getting gutted by salmon-sharks, so don’t laugh at me and my name.”
“I’m sorry, but you don’t look old enough to even be in your first year of university, let alone be a fully qualified doctor,” Minseok chuckled at the forming pout.
“I’ll have you know that I’m 923 years old, thank you,” the Doctor spoke, sniffing slightly as Minseok jabbed his pride.
“What?”
“Come on, let’s go get you to safety so I can go stop the Selachian from taking over your planet for the second time,” the Doctor ushered Minseok down the hallway.
“A second time?” Minseok squeaked, and when he opened a door, his squeak died in his throat.
The Doctor blinked, said, “oh my,” and slammed the door shut in the face of seven Selachian warriors.
“Run!”
warnings: Hannibal!au, mental illness
It was almost fun watching him deteriorate. Kyungsoo was becoming more and more unstable as each day ticked past. The small man could barely pour himself a glass of water without shaking, blacking out and eventually making a mess.
Pulling the proverbial friend card, Chanyeol put on a smile and ushered Kyungsoo into his home under the pretense of supervision.
The once powerful lounge singer quickly grew even more despondent, only becoming lucid when Chanyeol had any physical contact with him.
Chanyeol pressed his hand against the full round cheek of the smaller, “It’s dinnertime, Kyungsoo,” he said with a grin, “I made ratatouille with marinated kidney.”
“That sounds lovely,” Kyungsoo spoke airily, allowing Chanyeol to lead him by the hand into the dining room.
“We’ll have some wine and enjoy our meal,” Chanyeol said comfortingly as he pushed in Kyungsoo’s chair with the man in it, and gracefully left to retrieve the food from the kitchen.
“You’re the best... Cha-,” Kyungsoo’s voice went small then faded away mid-syllable and Chanyeol’s smile disappeared at the sound. When he returned to the dining room, he found Kyungsoo standing at the glass patio doors. His fingers were aimlessly scrabbling for purchase on the pristine glass in attempt to open the door.
“Kyungsoo.”
He paused before his blunt nails scratched at the clear glass once more.
Chanyeol placed the plates onto the table and walked over to Kyungsoo calmly.
“Come have dinner, my dear friend,” Chanyeol slipped his larger hand into Kyungsoo’s smaller one. The younger inhaled sharply and looked up at Chanyeol with fearful eyes.
“What - what happened now?” His voice was thick with what tainted his wide eyes.
“Nothing. Now,” Chanyeol led him to the table once more, “eat your dinner.”
“Okay, okay,” Kyungsoo sounded assured, although shaken, “What are we having?”
“Something very special,” Chanyeol replied with a smile.
Insanity is the Only Means of Relaxation; Taohun; PG-13; 205 words
warnings: Sherlock!au, high-functioning-sociopath!Zitao
Sehun watches as Zitao paces around the small living room.
“Bored,” Zitao murmurs as he twirls a fire poker in his right hand.
“Can you just-,” Sehun grunts as the poker nearly gouges a large chunk of drywall out of the wall already littered with bullet holes and a spray-painted smiley face.
“Just what, Sehun?” Zitao sighs. “Finish your sentences, you lazy boy.”
“Says the man barely one year my senior who’s still only half-fluent in the language of the country we reside in,” Sehun covers his eyes and groans when the iron poker is stabbed deeply into the hardwood floorboards. “Ms. Han is not going to be happy about that, Hyung.”
Zitao just harrumphs and pulls off his silk housecoat, draping it over Sehun’s face as he walks past.
“Will you-,” Sehun rips it away from his head and throws it to the floor with a huff, “Put some pants on! Zitao!”
“Bored!” Zitao shrieks back.
Sehun can only sigh and hope that, for the sake of his and Zitao’s (fragile) sanity, that Joonmyeon calls within the next hour, or someone is going to have been brutally murdered in 221B Baker Street, and Sehun may or may not have had a hand in it.
Turning Through the Times; Xiuhan; PG-13; 455 words
Doctor Who!au
Minseok found himself being roused to the sight of an exceptionally pretty face smiling down at him.
“There you go,” the smiling face somehow was cranked to a higher wattage and Minseok just groaned. “You’re not concussed or anything which is extremely fortunate for you.”
“What happened?” Minseok was brought to an upright sitting position and he could only hold his head as flashes of pain sparked through his entire nervous system.
“Explosion,” said the smiling stranger simply, “A fantastic one at that. There were sparkles of every colour imaginable.”
“Are you- are you insane?” Minseok could only choke on that resplendent expression on the man’s face. No, not man, he looked way too young to be out of high school.
“I prefer the term ‘unconventional genius’, thank you,” the boy flashed another happy smile and helped Minseok to his feet.
There were sounds of heavy footsteps, and when Minseok looked over his shoulder, he could only gape.
“Run!” cried the boy as he gripped Minseok’s hand and pulled him along, picking up speed away from the shark-like creatures now chasing after them.
“What the hell are those?” Minseok wheezed when the boy pulled him into a building. The boy said nothing as he pulled out some small pen-like thing and when he pressed a button, it let out a shrill whirring noise.
“Selachian,” the boy said as he tucked away the weird tool, “contrary to the shark-like helmets, they look more salmon-y. Fishy little things.”
Minseok could only balk at the happy little grin he was given at the comment.
“Who,” Minseok swallowed, “who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor.”
Minseok snorted, “And I’m the Tooth Fairy.”
“No, you’re too cute to be the Tooth Fairy. He’s more muscley bikerman than anything, really,”
“I-,”
Minseok could barely process the weird coming from the boy - ‘Doctor’, Minseok mentally scoffed.
“Hey, now. I’m not making fun of you for nearly dying in an explosion and then getting gutted by salmon-sharks, so don’t laugh at me and my name.”
“I’m sorry, but you don’t look old enough to even be in your first year of university, let alone be a fully qualified doctor,” Minseok chuckled at the forming pout.
“I’ll have you know that I’m 923 years old, thank you,” the Doctor spoke, sniffing slightly as Minseok jabbed his pride.
“What?”
“Come on, let’s go get you to safety so I can go stop the Selachian from taking over your planet for the second time,” the Doctor ushered Minseok down the hallway.
“A second time?” Minseok squeaked, and when he opened a door, his squeak died in his throat.
The Doctor blinked, said, “oh my,” and slammed the door shut in the face of seven Selachian warriors.
“Run!”