k-pop; exo drabbles 3
just a bunch of tumblr drabbles I forgot to post over here. :3
missed chance / kaiyeol / pg / prompt
Chanyeol picks up a carton of eggs, opening them up to check for any cracks. He finds them in good condition and sets it into his cart, half-filled up with piles of food. Everything from unhealthy snacks his mom still tells him to stop eating to the basic necessities like eggs that he's been out of for the past week, choosing instead to eat out than go grocery shopping.
He pushes his cart down a few feet, stopping before the aisle of juices, and reaches out to grab at a jug just at the same time someone else reaches for it, too. Chanyeol pulls his hand back quickly, turning to apologize, when his throat runs dry and his eyes widen, taking in a face he hasn't seen in over a year, a face that he still remembers vividly in his mind almost every night he goes to sleep alone in his bed.
"Jongin?" he says quietly, and Jongin just about drops the jug of juice he'd grabbed, snapping his attention to Chanyeol.
He looks a little like he's just seen a ghost, and Chanyeol's not sure what to make of that, but he's pretty sure he looks the same. He clenches his fingers around the handle of the cart and says, "H-How are you? It's, uh, been a long time, hasn't it?" He laughs a bit, loud to cloud the thick tension in the air between them, if only for a moment.
Jongin blinks at him, and Chanyeol sees the way his eyes are tracing across his face, and down his body like he's assessing him the way Chanyeol is doing the same. Taking in the familiar lines of Jongin's strong chin and sharp cheekbones, the fullness of his lips. His eyes are soft like always, with a depth to it that Chanyeol loved, and he smiles, a little, as he notices he's wearing a certain black and blue beanie that Chanyeol had bought him for his birthday a couple of years ago.
At the same time, it makes his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
"You look good," Chanyeol says, when Jongin stays silent, because Chanyeol needs to fill in the growing silence between them. Besides, it's the truth. He does look good; wearing a pair of ratted old sweatpants like Chanyeol was used to seeing him in when he'd come back late from dance class. His dark hair looks just as soft from where it wisps out under his hat, just like when Jongin would flop his head onto his lap Sunday afternoons as they watched TV and Chanyeol would absentmindedly run his fingers through the strands.
He swallows thickly, and the tiny invisible fingers clenching around his heart squeeze a little tighter.
He doesn't think he can stand this, anymore, knuckles growing white from how hard he's holding onto the bar of his shopping cart. He has things to do, more shopping to finish, and then he really needs to eat dinner and do the laundry and clean the apartment if Baekhyun is supposed to come over for lunch tomorrow and he shouldn't be here, talking to Jongin, talking to the person who he thought he was slowly but surely getting over, thought he could handle seeing his face again if it ever happened, but now, now he just needs to get away.
"I-I'm going to go," Chanyeol says quickly, his voice coming out hopelessly strangled, and it seems to jolt reality into Jongin, whose eyes widen as Chanyeol maneuvers his cart around.
"Chanyeol--" he hears Jongin gasps he passes by, and it's like the hand in his chest has squeezed so hard his heart is bleeding out over his ribs.
Chanyeol could turn back and see what he wants, see if there's maybe even the slightest possibility that they could fix it, whatever had broken between them, but he doesn't think he could stand it. Not right now.
So he just manages a soft goodbye and turns the corner, and he pretends he can't feel the weight of Jongin's gaze on his back as he walks away the same way he's sure Jongin didn't feel his the night that he had left.
dress up / taokai / pg-13 / for nav ♥ who gave the prompt: jongin surprises zitao when he shows up at the halloween party dressed up as a sailor scout u___u (sehun dared him, obvsly)
The skirt is way too short and the makeup is uncomfortable. He can feel people staring at him as he walks through the crowd at the halloween party, and it’s not really like he has the strangest costume, but probably because he looks terrible. He’s going to kill Sehun after this, if he doesn’t die from humiliation before then.
Zitao’s standing in the corner by the bar, a drink in his hand, and he’s dressed up like tuxedo mask, just like Sehun said he would be. Jongin inches his way over, wishing with each step the world would open up and swallow him down before Zitao can see him, but then Zitao does, turning his head in Jongin’s direction and freezing. His eyes widen behind the white mask, and then his expression relaxes back into cool interest, and his gaze drops down Jongin’s body, lingering on the expanse of his smooth legs (Sehun had made him fucking shave and he’s definitely going to kill him after this), before snapping back up to Jongin’s face.
“You look…” Zitao says when Jongin reaches him, the words a little tangle of Korean, and Jongin feels even more flustered under Zitao’s heated gaze.
“Awful?” Jongin supplies helpfully, and Zitao laughs.
“Definitely not,” he says, and he pulls Jongin close by pulling on the giant red bow of his sailor moon outfit. Jongin stumbles a little in his heels, but Zitao catches him, free arm winding around his waist, and Jongin’s face burns at their proximity.
“Um,” Jongin says, heart thumping in his ears as Zitao slowly slides his hand down over Jongin’s hip, down along the pleats of his blue skirt, before his fingers meet the skin of his thighs, dipping up underneath the skirt.
“Is it okay?” Zitao asks, low voice sending a tingle down Jongin’s spine, and Jongin just barely nods before Zitao closes what little space is between them by fitting their lips together.
Jongin fights back the moan that wants to threaten to spill from his throat and tugs Zitao closer by pulling on the ends of his stupid cape. He hears the crash of what is undoubtedly Zitao’s drink hitting the floor, but neither of them pay it any attention, too engrossed in the slickness of their mouths, the heat of their tongues, and the softness of hands against bodies.
Zitao’s the one who pulls away first, licking his lips, his top hat a little crooked, and Jongin just laughs, half-aroused, half-uncertain. He reaches up to take the hat from Zitao and plops it onto his own head, smirking a little, and Zitao stares at him with something like amazement before releasing Jongin’s thigh and taking his hand instead. He drags him out of the party without a word and Jongin pretends not to notice Sehun’s completely smug face as he passes him on the way to the door.
He still wants to kill him, but maybe he’ll buy Sehun lunch tomorrow, first.
untitled / kaisoo / pg / for sammy ♥ who gave the prompt: kaisoo, detectives
“You know we’re supposed to be interrogating a suspect,” Kyungsoo says, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at his partner who is leaning back against Kyungsoo’s chair, feet propped up on his desk.
“Did you forget, I was told not to do that anymore?” Jongin says airily like he couldn’t care less.
“Because you kept eating while we’re supposed to be interrogating, and then you almost punched that last guy in the face.”
“Because he kept trying to ask you out,” Jongin mutters, making a face as he clearly remembers.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “And you deserve what you got,” he says, because it’s true, even if the whole thing sort of amuses him. Despite being in his mid-twenties, Jongin still acts like a kid with most things, and very much so when it comes to Kyungsoo. He pushes Jongin’s feet off his desk and pulls him up from the chair. “Come on, we have work to do. You can stay in the back room and watch.”
“That’s so boring,” Jongin complains, but he lets Kyungsoo grab his wrist and drag him around desks and chairs toward the interrogation room.
“Like I said, you deserve it,” Kyungsoo says, and laughs at Jongin’s pout.
rose bride / krislayhan / pg / for e ♥ who gave the prompt: ohtori academy utena-verse (the anime/manga revolutionary girl utena)
“I’m sorry it’s come to this, Yixing, but I’m going to win, and I’m going to take the Rose Bride from you,” Lu Han says, slowly raising his sword up before him.
“Don’t call me the Rose Bride,” Wu Fan hisses from the side, grumbling as he stares down at the ridiculously large red dress he’s wearing. He’s been Yixing’s goddamn rose bride for a long time now but he’ll never get used to it.
Yixing just smiles at him, which annoyingly makes Wu Fan flush a little, and it doesn’t help when Yixing slides a hand around his waist and tips him over, the glow in his chest warm and powerful and it really fucking hurts when the sword pushes up through his body. Yixing clasps the handle easily, drawing it out and holding it up in the air, before slowly (and dramatically, Wu Fan always thinks) lowering it down so it’s pointing directly at Lu Han.
“I’ll protect Wu Fan no matter what,” Yixing says firmly, and Wu Fan’s glad Yixing’s still got an arm around his waist, because otherwise he thinks he might have tripped over the stupid hem of his dress from the heat and seriousness of Yixing’s voice.
This whole Rose Bride thing kind of sucks but he thinks he could be okay with it, as long as Yixing’s his Engaged.
departures / baekyeol / pg / for ale ♥ who gave the prompt: an alternate reality in a permanent state of war where military drafts are mandatory but random. chanyeol is picked and has to leave.
“What if we just run away right now, go someplace far away where they can’t find us?” Chanyeol says as he sits beside Baekhyun the steps in front of his house. His luggage is packed and resting between his long, outstretched legs, and Baekhyun lets his eyes drink in the sight of them, remembering, memorizing, burning them into his mind. He doesn’t know when he’ll see them again, when he’ll see any part of Chanyeol again.
“They’d find us,” Baekhyun says, and it’s true, they both know it is. People don’t just run away anymore. There’s no way out of this place. There’s no way to avoid being called in to serve. If it happens, you’re required to suck it up and required to attend. If you don’t, they’ll find you, and the result is even worse than spending years in the battlefields.
Baekhyun doesn’t want Chanyeol to go. Not just because of the horrific stories he’s heard about the war, not because Baekhyun doesn’t think Chanyeol could survive in such an environment, but because Baekhyun doesn’t know what it’s like to be without Chanyeol and he never really thought he’d have to find out. He definitely didn’t think it’d be quite like this.
“Come on, Baekhyun, you’re supposed to pretend,” Chanyeol laughs, bumps his shoulder with his, and Baekhyun almost tips over completely because Chanyeol never knows just how much force he puts into these things, always doing before thinking.
“I can’t,” Baekhyun says, and it comes out much more snappy than he intends, sighing when Chanyeol’s eyes widen at him. “I’m sorry, I just-”
He doesn’t get to finish what he wanted to say, because then Chanyeol is dragging him into his arms, squashing his cheek against Baekhyun’s head, and Baekhyun squawks a little, pushing at him, but Chanyeol’s always been good at giving hugs when hugs are unwanted, and his grip around Baekhyun’s waist is tight and unrelenting. It takes a moment but then Baekhyun is surrendering to him, arms winding around and fingers clenching into the soft fabric of his coat on his back, and he swallows thickly because he’s definitely not going to fucking cry.
“I’ll be back before you know it!” Chanyeol says cheerfully. “I’m sure they’ll realize how completely unsuited for war I am and send me home right away.”
Baekhyun snorts at that, and he wishes it was that simple. He knows Chanyeol couldn’t harm anyone even if he tried. He’s the person who brings home abandoned puppies and stray cats, the one who stops by the shelter every week to help out families affected by the gruesomeness of war.
“You make a good point,” Baekhyun says, laughing, and like this it’s almost as though the hand that’s been squeezing his heart loosens a bit and he can breathe again. “You’ll probably trip over your big feet and make a mess and they’ll send you back.”
“Exactly,” Chanyeol says. “So don’t worry! I’ll be home soon.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Baekhyun mutters but Chanyeol just grins at him, clearly disbelieving.
Chanyeol pulls away first, and Baekhyun reluctantly lets him go, standing up with him as Chanyeol grabs his bag and lifts it over his shoulder. “Bye, Baekhyun,” he says, with a soft smile.
“Stay safe,” Baekhyun tells him, instead of all the other things he could, the things he wants to, but instead keeps locked up in his heart.
first time / krischen / pg-13 / for isolated_killer ♥ who gave the prompt: krischen, with kris being an awkward virgin.
“W-Wait,” Wu Fan gasps just as Jongdae reaches a hand down the waistband of his briefs. Jongdae stops, but looks at Wu Fan like he’s insane, like this is the most inconvenient time to be telling him to stop, which, it really is, even Wu Fan knows that, and yet. “I just. Wait. One second. Okay?” he says, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment because this is way too humiliating but Wu Fan doesn’t know what else he can do.
“Are you okay?” Jongdae questions, pulling back a bit to stare down at Wu Fan inquisitively.
Not really, Wu Fan thinks, and he looks everywhere but at Jongdae because he doesn’t want to see the expression on his face. “It’s just. This…I’ve, um, never,” he says awkwardly, unease slinking into the pit of his stomach as he tries to work his way around saying it directly.
Jongdae blinks at him, then he laughs, a little uncertainly before he seems to really put together Wu Fan’s words and Wu Fan’s complete mortification, and then he’s laughing so loud Wu Fan’s not sure his neighbors in the apartment next door can’t hear him. It doesn’t really help make him feel any better either, and he halfheartedly punches Jongdae in the shoulder, which only makes him laugh more, eyes crinkling in the corners and lips tugged up in a big, amused grin.
“No wonder,” Jongdae says eventually, when he seems to regain his composure. “I thought you kept pushing me away because you hated me or something.”
Wu Fan shakes his head. “If I hated you, you wouldn’t have even gotten this far,” he says, and flushes at the admission. “This is just, uh, really new to me.”
“Obviously,” Jongdae says, clearly still amused and Wu Fan has half a mind to just shove him out of his bed and pretend none of this ever happened. But then Jongdae is kissing him and this, this is something Wu Fan knows, this is something he’s comfortable with, and it’s easy to kiss him back and melt into the pleasure. And when Jongdae pulls away, he adds, “You know, that’s actually kind of hot.”
Wu Fan groans, and he really is about to push Jongdae away when Jongdae catches his wrists, pinning them above his head, and leans in to whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
untitled / baekris / pg / for chuke ♥ who gave the prompt: baekris, high school
“We have class,” Wu Fan hisses as Baekhyun slips his hand into his and drags him out the back entrance and across the parking lot. There’s a small neighborhood playground half a block away from the high school, and Wu Fan lets Baekhyun lead him there, all the while wondering what he’s missing in his biology class.
Baekhyun releases Wu Fan’s hand, and Wu Fan tries not to think about how he misses the warmth in his palm, and hops up onto a vacant swing so he’s standing atop of the seat. “Stop thinking so much about class,” Baekhyun chides him, grinning at Wu Fan over his shoulder. “I can hear you thinking up excuses to tell our teacher right now.”
Wu Fan scowls because he definitely was not doing that, nope, and Baekhyun laughs at the expression on his face.
“Come here, give me a push,” he orders Wu Fan, and Wu Fan thinks he could just turn around right now and go back and still make it to class and not get detention because that would look terrible on his reports and-
He hears the crunch of gravel, and then Baekhyun is, quite literally, pulling him out of his thoughts as he grabs the tie of his uniform and yanks, until Wu Fan is staring down into his eyes. “Wu Fan,” Baekhyun says, and that’s all the warning he gets before Baekhyun is kissing him, just the soft press of lips against lips, but it leaves Wu Fan’s mind spinning.
When he pulls back, he lets Wu Fan’s tie slip out of his fingers and smirks at Wu Fan’s shocked face, then turns back to the swing like he didn’t just kiss his friend out of nowhere.
“Now will you stop being lame and have some fun?” Baekhyun asks, looking hopefully back at Wu Fan from where he’s rocking back and forth on the swing.
Wu Fan still feels a little winded, but he takes in Baekhyun’s big grin and the tingling of his lips from their kiss and laughs, walking up to help push Baekhyun higher on the swing, and thinks that maybe this skipping class thing isn’t all that bad.
note: if you read even one i hope you enjoyed! thank you for reading~~ ♥ ;~;
missed chance / kaiyeol / pg / prompt
Chanyeol picks up a carton of eggs, opening them up to check for any cracks. He finds them in good condition and sets it into his cart, half-filled up with piles of food. Everything from unhealthy snacks his mom still tells him to stop eating to the basic necessities like eggs that he's been out of for the past week, choosing instead to eat out than go grocery shopping.
He pushes his cart down a few feet, stopping before the aisle of juices, and reaches out to grab at a jug just at the same time someone else reaches for it, too. Chanyeol pulls his hand back quickly, turning to apologize, when his throat runs dry and his eyes widen, taking in a face he hasn't seen in over a year, a face that he still remembers vividly in his mind almost every night he goes to sleep alone in his bed.
"Jongin?" he says quietly, and Jongin just about drops the jug of juice he'd grabbed, snapping his attention to Chanyeol.
He looks a little like he's just seen a ghost, and Chanyeol's not sure what to make of that, but he's pretty sure he looks the same. He clenches his fingers around the handle of the cart and says, "H-How are you? It's, uh, been a long time, hasn't it?" He laughs a bit, loud to cloud the thick tension in the air between them, if only for a moment.
Jongin blinks at him, and Chanyeol sees the way his eyes are tracing across his face, and down his body like he's assessing him the way Chanyeol is doing the same. Taking in the familiar lines of Jongin's strong chin and sharp cheekbones, the fullness of his lips. His eyes are soft like always, with a depth to it that Chanyeol loved, and he smiles, a little, as he notices he's wearing a certain black and blue beanie that Chanyeol had bought him for his birthday a couple of years ago.
At the same time, it makes his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.
"You look good," Chanyeol says, when Jongin stays silent, because Chanyeol needs to fill in the growing silence between them. Besides, it's the truth. He does look good; wearing a pair of ratted old sweatpants like Chanyeol was used to seeing him in when he'd come back late from dance class. His dark hair looks just as soft from where it wisps out under his hat, just like when Jongin would flop his head onto his lap Sunday afternoons as they watched TV and Chanyeol would absentmindedly run his fingers through the strands.
He swallows thickly, and the tiny invisible fingers clenching around his heart squeeze a little tighter.
He doesn't think he can stand this, anymore, knuckles growing white from how hard he's holding onto the bar of his shopping cart. He has things to do, more shopping to finish, and then he really needs to eat dinner and do the laundry and clean the apartment if Baekhyun is supposed to come over for lunch tomorrow and he shouldn't be here, talking to Jongin, talking to the person who he thought he was slowly but surely getting over, thought he could handle seeing his face again if it ever happened, but now, now he just needs to get away.
"I-I'm going to go," Chanyeol says quickly, his voice coming out hopelessly strangled, and it seems to jolt reality into Jongin, whose eyes widen as Chanyeol maneuvers his cart around.
"Chanyeol--" he hears Jongin gasps he passes by, and it's like the hand in his chest has squeezed so hard his heart is bleeding out over his ribs.
Chanyeol could turn back and see what he wants, see if there's maybe even the slightest possibility that they could fix it, whatever had broken between them, but he doesn't think he could stand it. Not right now.
So he just manages a soft goodbye and turns the corner, and he pretends he can't feel the weight of Jongin's gaze on his back as he walks away the same way he's sure Jongin didn't feel his the night that he had left.
dress up / taokai / pg-13 / for nav ♥ who gave the prompt: jongin surprises zitao when he shows up at the halloween party dressed up as a sailor scout u___u (sehun dared him, obvsly)
The skirt is way too short and the makeup is uncomfortable. He can feel people staring at him as he walks through the crowd at the halloween party, and it’s not really like he has the strangest costume, but probably because he looks terrible. He’s going to kill Sehun after this, if he doesn’t die from humiliation before then.
Zitao’s standing in the corner by the bar, a drink in his hand, and he’s dressed up like tuxedo mask, just like Sehun said he would be. Jongin inches his way over, wishing with each step the world would open up and swallow him down before Zitao can see him, but then Zitao does, turning his head in Jongin’s direction and freezing. His eyes widen behind the white mask, and then his expression relaxes back into cool interest, and his gaze drops down Jongin’s body, lingering on the expanse of his smooth legs (Sehun had made him fucking shave and he’s definitely going to kill him after this), before snapping back up to Jongin’s face.
“You look…” Zitao says when Jongin reaches him, the words a little tangle of Korean, and Jongin feels even more flustered under Zitao’s heated gaze.
“Awful?” Jongin supplies helpfully, and Zitao laughs.
“Definitely not,” he says, and he pulls Jongin close by pulling on the giant red bow of his sailor moon outfit. Jongin stumbles a little in his heels, but Zitao catches him, free arm winding around his waist, and Jongin’s face burns at their proximity.
“Um,” Jongin says, heart thumping in his ears as Zitao slowly slides his hand down over Jongin’s hip, down along the pleats of his blue skirt, before his fingers meet the skin of his thighs, dipping up underneath the skirt.
“Is it okay?” Zitao asks, low voice sending a tingle down Jongin’s spine, and Jongin just barely nods before Zitao closes what little space is between them by fitting their lips together.
Jongin fights back the moan that wants to threaten to spill from his throat and tugs Zitao closer by pulling on the ends of his stupid cape. He hears the crash of what is undoubtedly Zitao’s drink hitting the floor, but neither of them pay it any attention, too engrossed in the slickness of their mouths, the heat of their tongues, and the softness of hands against bodies.
Zitao’s the one who pulls away first, licking his lips, his top hat a little crooked, and Jongin just laughs, half-aroused, half-uncertain. He reaches up to take the hat from Zitao and plops it onto his own head, smirking a little, and Zitao stares at him with something like amazement before releasing Jongin’s thigh and taking his hand instead. He drags him out of the party without a word and Jongin pretends not to notice Sehun’s completely smug face as he passes him on the way to the door.
He still wants to kill him, but maybe he’ll buy Sehun lunch tomorrow, first.
untitled / kaisoo / pg / for sammy ♥ who gave the prompt: kaisoo, detectives
“You know we’re supposed to be interrogating a suspect,” Kyungsoo says, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares at his partner who is leaning back against Kyungsoo’s chair, feet propped up on his desk.
“Did you forget, I was told not to do that anymore?” Jongin says airily like he couldn’t care less.
“Because you kept eating while we’re supposed to be interrogating, and then you almost punched that last guy in the face.”
“Because he kept trying to ask you out,” Jongin mutters, making a face as he clearly remembers.
Kyungsoo rolls his eyes. “And you deserve what you got,” he says, because it’s true, even if the whole thing sort of amuses him. Despite being in his mid-twenties, Jongin still acts like a kid with most things, and very much so when it comes to Kyungsoo. He pushes Jongin’s feet off his desk and pulls him up from the chair. “Come on, we have work to do. You can stay in the back room and watch.”
“That’s so boring,” Jongin complains, but he lets Kyungsoo grab his wrist and drag him around desks and chairs toward the interrogation room.
“Like I said, you deserve it,” Kyungsoo says, and laughs at Jongin’s pout.
rose bride / krislayhan / pg / for e ♥ who gave the prompt: ohtori academy utena-verse (the anime/manga revolutionary girl utena)
“I’m sorry it’s come to this, Yixing, but I’m going to win, and I’m going to take the Rose Bride from you,” Lu Han says, slowly raising his sword up before him.
“Don’t call me the Rose Bride,” Wu Fan hisses from the side, grumbling as he stares down at the ridiculously large red dress he’s wearing. He’s been Yixing’s goddamn rose bride for a long time now but he’ll never get used to it.
Yixing just smiles at him, which annoyingly makes Wu Fan flush a little, and it doesn’t help when Yixing slides a hand around his waist and tips him over, the glow in his chest warm and powerful and it really fucking hurts when the sword pushes up through his body. Yixing clasps the handle easily, drawing it out and holding it up in the air, before slowly (and dramatically, Wu Fan always thinks) lowering it down so it’s pointing directly at Lu Han.
“I’ll protect Wu Fan no matter what,” Yixing says firmly, and Wu Fan’s glad Yixing’s still got an arm around his waist, because otherwise he thinks he might have tripped over the stupid hem of his dress from the heat and seriousness of Yixing’s voice.
This whole Rose Bride thing kind of sucks but he thinks he could be okay with it, as long as Yixing’s his Engaged.
departures / baekyeol / pg / for ale ♥ who gave the prompt: an alternate reality in a permanent state of war where military drafts are mandatory but random. chanyeol is picked and has to leave.
“What if we just run away right now, go someplace far away where they can’t find us?” Chanyeol says as he sits beside Baekhyun the steps in front of his house. His luggage is packed and resting between his long, outstretched legs, and Baekhyun lets his eyes drink in the sight of them, remembering, memorizing, burning them into his mind. He doesn’t know when he’ll see them again, when he’ll see any part of Chanyeol again.
“They’d find us,” Baekhyun says, and it’s true, they both know it is. People don’t just run away anymore. There’s no way out of this place. There’s no way to avoid being called in to serve. If it happens, you’re required to suck it up and required to attend. If you don’t, they’ll find you, and the result is even worse than spending years in the battlefields.
Baekhyun doesn’t want Chanyeol to go. Not just because of the horrific stories he’s heard about the war, not because Baekhyun doesn’t think Chanyeol could survive in such an environment, but because Baekhyun doesn’t know what it’s like to be without Chanyeol and he never really thought he’d have to find out. He definitely didn’t think it’d be quite like this.
“Come on, Baekhyun, you’re supposed to pretend,” Chanyeol laughs, bumps his shoulder with his, and Baekhyun almost tips over completely because Chanyeol never knows just how much force he puts into these things, always doing before thinking.
“I can’t,” Baekhyun says, and it comes out much more snappy than he intends, sighing when Chanyeol’s eyes widen at him. “I’m sorry, I just-”
He doesn’t get to finish what he wanted to say, because then Chanyeol is dragging him into his arms, squashing his cheek against Baekhyun’s head, and Baekhyun squawks a little, pushing at him, but Chanyeol’s always been good at giving hugs when hugs are unwanted, and his grip around Baekhyun’s waist is tight and unrelenting. It takes a moment but then Baekhyun is surrendering to him, arms winding around and fingers clenching into the soft fabric of his coat on his back, and he swallows thickly because he’s definitely not going to fucking cry.
“I’ll be back before you know it!” Chanyeol says cheerfully. “I’m sure they’ll realize how completely unsuited for war I am and send me home right away.”
Baekhyun snorts at that, and he wishes it was that simple. He knows Chanyeol couldn’t harm anyone even if he tried. He’s the person who brings home abandoned puppies and stray cats, the one who stops by the shelter every week to help out families affected by the gruesomeness of war.
“You make a good point,” Baekhyun says, laughing, and like this it’s almost as though the hand that’s been squeezing his heart loosens a bit and he can breathe again. “You’ll probably trip over your big feet and make a mess and they’ll send you back.”
“Exactly,” Chanyeol says. “So don’t worry! I’ll be home soon.”
“I wasn’t worried,” Baekhyun mutters but Chanyeol just grins at him, clearly disbelieving.
Chanyeol pulls away first, and Baekhyun reluctantly lets him go, standing up with him as Chanyeol grabs his bag and lifts it over his shoulder. “Bye, Baekhyun,” he says, with a soft smile.
“Stay safe,” Baekhyun tells him, instead of all the other things he could, the things he wants to, but instead keeps locked up in his heart.
first time / krischen / pg-13 / for isolated_killer ♥ who gave the prompt: krischen, with kris being an awkward virgin.
“W-Wait,” Wu Fan gasps just as Jongdae reaches a hand down the waistband of his briefs. Jongdae stops, but looks at Wu Fan like he’s insane, like this is the most inconvenient time to be telling him to stop, which, it really is, even Wu Fan knows that, and yet. “I just. Wait. One second. Okay?” he says, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment because this is way too humiliating but Wu Fan doesn’t know what else he can do.
“Are you okay?” Jongdae questions, pulling back a bit to stare down at Wu Fan inquisitively.
Not really, Wu Fan thinks, and he looks everywhere but at Jongdae because he doesn’t want to see the expression on his face. “It’s just. This…I’ve, um, never,” he says awkwardly, unease slinking into the pit of his stomach as he tries to work his way around saying it directly.
Jongdae blinks at him, then he laughs, a little uncertainly before he seems to really put together Wu Fan’s words and Wu Fan’s complete mortification, and then he’s laughing so loud Wu Fan’s not sure his neighbors in the apartment next door can’t hear him. It doesn’t really help make him feel any better either, and he halfheartedly punches Jongdae in the shoulder, which only makes him laugh more, eyes crinkling in the corners and lips tugged up in a big, amused grin.
“No wonder,” Jongdae says eventually, when he seems to regain his composure. “I thought you kept pushing me away because you hated me or something.”
Wu Fan shakes his head. “If I hated you, you wouldn’t have even gotten this far,” he says, and flushes at the admission. “This is just, uh, really new to me.”
“Obviously,” Jongdae says, clearly still amused and Wu Fan has half a mind to just shove him out of his bed and pretend none of this ever happened. But then Jongdae is kissing him and this, this is something Wu Fan knows, this is something he’s comfortable with, and it’s easy to kiss him back and melt into the pleasure. And when Jongdae pulls away, he adds, “You know, that’s actually kind of hot.”
Wu Fan groans, and he really is about to push Jongdae away when Jongdae catches his wrists, pinning them above his head, and leans in to whisper, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
untitled / baekris / pg / for chuke ♥ who gave the prompt: baekris, high school
“We have class,” Wu Fan hisses as Baekhyun slips his hand into his and drags him out the back entrance and across the parking lot. There’s a small neighborhood playground half a block away from the high school, and Wu Fan lets Baekhyun lead him there, all the while wondering what he’s missing in his biology class.
Baekhyun releases Wu Fan’s hand, and Wu Fan tries not to think about how he misses the warmth in his palm, and hops up onto a vacant swing so he’s standing atop of the seat. “Stop thinking so much about class,” Baekhyun chides him, grinning at Wu Fan over his shoulder. “I can hear you thinking up excuses to tell our teacher right now.”
Wu Fan scowls because he definitely was not doing that, nope, and Baekhyun laughs at the expression on his face.
“Come here, give me a push,” he orders Wu Fan, and Wu Fan thinks he could just turn around right now and go back and still make it to class and not get detention because that would look terrible on his reports and-
He hears the crunch of gravel, and then Baekhyun is, quite literally, pulling him out of his thoughts as he grabs the tie of his uniform and yanks, until Wu Fan is staring down into his eyes. “Wu Fan,” Baekhyun says, and that’s all the warning he gets before Baekhyun is kissing him, just the soft press of lips against lips, but it leaves Wu Fan’s mind spinning.
When he pulls back, he lets Wu Fan’s tie slip out of his fingers and smirks at Wu Fan’s shocked face, then turns back to the swing like he didn’t just kiss his friend out of nowhere.
“Now will you stop being lame and have some fun?” Baekhyun asks, looking hopefully back at Wu Fan from where he’s rocking back and forth on the swing.
Wu Fan still feels a little winded, but he takes in Baekhyun’s big grin and the tingling of his lips from their kiss and laughs, walking up to help push Baekhyun higher on the swing, and thinks that maybe this skipping class thing isn’t all that bad.
note: if you read even one i hope you enjoyed! thank you for reading~~ ♥ ;~;