drabble dump
01 will you dance with me as the world ends - suho/kai
jongin is always the last person to leave the dance studio. even after everyone’s long gone and the long hand on the clock has already made a full circle or two, jongin keeps dancing.
dance is another way for jongin to express emotion. with each breath, each pause, each body movement, jongin can feel the blood coursing through his veins. it’s the only few things that lets him know that not only is he alive, he’s living.
despite the never ending schedules, the pressures of the industry, dance is something that has never changed for jongin.
“are you still in here?”
jongin falters half way through a step, and turns around to find joonmyun standing in the doorway. “no,” jongin retorts, not entirely bothered with the fact that joonmyun probably can’t hear him over the music. “i actually left a while ago.”
“who; you or kai?”
jongin pauses. that’s not what he meant at all, but it’s not a bad question. jongin and kai are the band’s long running joke. jongin naturally changes into a more energetic, more charismatic version of himself doing what he loves to do best, which is performing on stage. the difference between offstage jongin and onstage jongin is huge, though, so he shrugs and lets people point out his split personality. other people’s words have never had much of an effect on jongin. “you say like you already know.”
joonmyun gives jongin that blinding smile and steps into the expanse of the dance studio. “you’re not doing any choreo though, so why are you down here?”
jongin shrugs. he hates answering these questions. “i like dancing,” he mumbles, eyes downcast. the song in the background changes to a slow tempo ballad. “makes me happy.”
he expects joonmyun to make some sarcastic comment and drag him back to their dorms, because it’s almost 1AM and they have a radio show to attend in the morning, but instead he just sighs and looks at jongin like he’s something to be admired. jongin wants to say he hates that too. “i wish i could dance like you,” joonmyun states, eyes shining.
“it’s not hard,” jongin lies. it’s extremely hard, it’s all of jongin’s life in three minutes, each time, every time. “you just, i dunno, move.” he takes a step forward and twirls, sliding to the other side of joonmyun.
joonmyun stands there, flustered, and unable to move. after watching jongin dance in a circle around him, he laughs awkwardly. “dancing is… not my forte.”
jongin laughs too and grabs joonmyun’s wrists, pulling him with him into some horrible rendition of a chasse, then lets go when joonmyun stumbles forward and almost falls into the ground. “we could just stick to choreo,” jongin suggests, and joonmyun’s ears turn red again.
there are other ways to feel alive, and the feeling of joonmyun’s body next to his own is one of them, jongin decides.
02 i decided you look well on me - kris/chanyeol
chanyeol has very pretty lips. they’re a rosy pink color that contrasts with his skin color and makes his face look very nice when pulled into a smile.
kris likes that.
kris likes the way chanyeol’s lips feel under his fingers, as he runs the pad of his thumb across chanyeol’s lower lip. he likes the way chanyeol momentarily sways, and a full body shudder runs through him.
chanyeol is so open, always so expressive; kris thinks he looks best this way, mouth open, eyes glazed over. his tongue swipes across his lips, and kris wants to hear chanyeol scream his name, wants to taste chanyeol on his tongue.
when kris pulls away from chanyeol, his lips are swollen into a dark red, and they look perfect, shiny with spit. kris’ heart drops in his chest. he wants more of chanyeol, all of chanyeol.
he presses his lips to chanyeol’s again, hands pulling at the hair at the back of chanyeol’s neck, and thinks that maybe chanyeol wants all of kris, too.
03 oh sehun more like no sehun - lu han/sehun
(because natsudive thought it was a good idea to draw parallels between sehun and grumpy cat)
"i named him shixun," lu han says proudly, "because he looks like sehun. doesn't he?"
there's a quiet pause, then a small snicker from sehun's left. he doesn't have to turn to know who the culprit is and punches them in the stomach. baekhyun lets out a loud groan and grabs the counter top to regain balance. "that was so close to my balls, dude."
"good," sehun says.
"brat," baekhyun snaps before hobbling over to chanyeol. "it looks exactly like you and you know it."
it doesn't.
minseok found a stray cat outside of their dorm, and sehun's pretty sure it would've stayed a stray if lu han hadn't tried to chase it across the road. unfortunately, the cat has a small under bite, making it look rather unimpressed with everyone.
so maybe a little like sehun. but not enough.
"it's so cute," chanyeol says, beaming, and bends down to the same level with the cat. "here kitty, here- ow!" this time, sehun's lips quirk up in amusement when chanyeol holds up a bleeding finger and pouts at anyone who's bothering to look at him.
"cats don't like dogs," kris replies and tugs chanyeol away.
"it really doesn't look like me, though," sehun tells lu han, who looks up at him with an amused expression.
"of course not," lu han says and fluffs up sehun's hair. "only one of sehun. but there is some resemblance."
"no, there really isn't," he mumbles.
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manager says no to pets, so when their manager isn't looking, lu han sneaks it into sehun and joonmyun's room, because they'd be the last people to keep a cat.
"here shixun!" lu han laughs from suho's bed, and tosses a marble. "go get it!"
shixun runs towards it excitedly, but decides he has better plans at last minute and turns around. he looks at lu han expectantly, but when lu han is out of joonmyun's belongings, he jumps onto sehun's bed and curls up into a ball.
"why is it still here," sehun says from the door. "also are those joonmyun hyung's clothes."
"maybe," lu han replies and flops onto sehun's bed. "but look! he's so cute. aren't you, shixun?" sehun climbs onto the bed next to lu han and the cat and watches as lu han rolls it onto it's back and scratches it's belly. "who's the cutest kitty in the world? that's right - you are."
"please stop," sehun groans. "and move your cat so i can take a nap."
lu han grins and picks up shixun, only to fall back and place shixun on his chest. "there. now you have room."
"you're the worst," sehun sighs, but doesn't argue, because lu han is lu han and manages to get his way every time. he flops down next to lu han on his stomach and buries his head into his pillow.
-
he gets about five minutes of sleep tops, before there's a large weight placed on his back and sehun lets out a shout, and he feels claws dig into his back before he hears the threads on his shirt break and lu han is chanting sorry into his ear.
"you scared him," lu han replies, breathless. he laughs and pats shixun, who is now settled in lu han's lap and continues to give sehun that same look like he might as well not even be there.
"he scared me," sehun snaps. "what was he even trying to do?"
lu han grins. "he likes you, sehun-ah."
"i don't like him. i don't like you either."
lu han pouts and looks down at shixun. "he doesn't like us, shixun. that's okay, because we like him." he looks up at sehun and grins. sehun doesn't like what's coming next.
lu han flops down next to sehun, with shixun in between them. "that's okay; we didn't plan on leaving anyway. shixun and i like you too much."
sehun grimaces when shixun settles in between them, and looks up when he feels lu han's fingers pressing into his cheeks.
"sehun-ah is secretly pleased, i know it."
"go to sleep," sehun mumbles, closing his eyes.
he can feel lu han still grinning at him and resists the urge to turn over just so he doesn't have to deal with accidently opening his eyes and possibly smiling back at lu han.
04 the world is not yours - lu han/sehun
the world is not yours.
the space in between our lips are not yours, not mine, but a fleeting thought that connects somewhere in the middle.
the touch of our hands do not belong to you, the same way the glint in your eye and smile on your lips are not mine.
the lies on the tip of my tongue are not yours, are certainly not mine, but that doesn’t really matter because they never leave the cage they’re locked in, anyway.
it’s only fair that you have the key.