drabble dump | random shit i wrote at three in the morning.
爱
jongin would buy lu han all the blood pops in honeydukes if it just meant that lu han would spare him a glance.
jongin/lu han | pg | prompt: harry potter/candy store
368w
“You’re stalking him,” says Sehun. “For the love of Merlin and Morgana, get a hold of yourself.”
“I am not stalking,” insists Jongin for the thirty-seventh time today. Just because he stares after Lu Han in an occasionally creepy way and follows him around from ten feet behind when they have trips to Hogsmeade doesn’t mean he’s stalking him.
Wait a minute. Oh.
“But still!” Jongin throws his hands up in frustration. Sehun doesn’t even spare him a glance; he’s too busy sucking on his Blood Pop. “He’s so unapproachable. All he does is hang out with that group of Chinese transfers all the time. And I don’t know anyone from his House.”
“You don’t need to know any Ravenclaw. Besides, Jongdae and Minseok aren’t Chinese,” points out Sehun, unhelpfully, because how does that make any difference? “You could ask them to introduce you.” Hold on a second. Oh.
“You’re a genius,” says Jongin, and he nearly hugs Sehun, but Sehun hates public bodily contact, and is a whiz at Potions, and Jongin wouldn’t put it past him to poison him at dinner even though they’re best friends. Sehun likes antagonizing Gryffindors like that. “Now, help me.”
“Hopeless,” mutters Sehun, but he’s gliding over to where Jongdae is admiring a case of Glacial Snow Flakes in Honeydukes’ front display, and Jongin prays to Godric that this will work out.
Surprisingly, it does, for a price (Jongdae isn’t a Slytherin, but he’s surprisingly sneaky for a Ravenclaw, and Jongin ends up having to help Jongdae score with the Hufflepuff Head Boy, Joonmyun), and Jongin finds himself on a date with Lu Han the very next Hogsmeade trip.
It’s horribly awkward in the beginning, but Lu Han is nice and amenable to the idea of walking in the cold, and Jongin attempts to be suave but ends up falling over himself to the amusement of the older student, and they chat over several Butterbeers, and Lu Han laughs when he finds out that Jongin’s been semi-stalking him for the past year or so.
“You’re cute,” he says, and Jongin blushes immensely, but when they confirm a second date, Jongin thinks, hey, maybe this is going to work out after all.
爱
joonmyun knows plane rides are never easy for lu han. a little cup of coffee usually does the trick.
joonmyun/lu han | pg | prompt: plane ride/coffee
521w
He shuts his eyes.
They haven’t left the ground yet, but Lu Han’s stomach is already rolling. He’s never liked heights. He’s never liked flying. But it’s a necessity, and it’s something he has to bear.
The others know he’s got a strong fear of heights, and he’s spent years trying to get over it, but every once in a while it comes back in full force, especially when they take to the air for a schedule.
Beside him, a weight settles into the seat, and a calm voice comes, “Again?”
Lu Han nods shakily, and opens his eyes just a crack to see Joonmyun holding out a cup of coffee, and he takes it gratefully. “Thanks.”
Joonmyun does this often, bringing him coffee when they’re on a flight. It soothes his nerves, and it’s not just the caffeine that does it. It’s the sound of Joonmyun’s voice, rushing over him like waves, and he figures the company did something right with assigning his superpower as aquakinesis. It suits him.
Lu Han does most of the listening in this case, but they’re both alright with it. It’s the only time Joonmyun can really say things he’s wanted to say for a while, being the leader and having to take care of everyone. He doesn’t really have much downtime to himself. And so, Lu Han lets him rant, his voice a constant as they soar over clouds and cities and oceans, a good distraction to keep him from glancing towards the window.
He never takes the window seat. It’s Joonmyun’s favourite seat, though, and in that, they match too.
Today, though, they’re on their latest trip to Taipei, and when the pilot announces in a crackly voice over the intercom that turbulence will be heavy, Lu Han feels his stomach sink, and he’s sure that Joonmyun has noticed the paling look on his face, by the way he sets his coffee down and leans forward.
“Lu Han,” he says, fingers prying at Lu Han’s grip on the armrest and slipping his own hand into Lu Han’s palm. “It’ll be over soon. Just hold on.”
“Okay,” whispers Lu Han, and he squeezes Joonmyun’s hand tight. “Yeah, okay.”
The plane rocks several times, and Lu Han thinks he’s probably going to have a heart attack, with the way the drum in his chest is beating four times faster than usual against his ribcage, but Joonmyun doesn’t let go, doesn’t stop talking with that same soothing tone, doesn’t leave him, and he forces himself to remember that instead of the weightlessness of the plane and the thousands of miles between the soles of his feet and the ground below.
He’s extremely grateful when the plane skids to a stop on the runway, and he’s a little embarassed that he’s still holding Joonmyun’s hand even as everyone’s getting ready to disembark from the plane, but Joonmyun understands, and continues holding his hand anyway.
It’s comforting, knowing that he’s there, and as long as Joonmyun is there, it’ll be over soon, like he always says. And Joonmyun is always right, when it comes to things like these.
爱
he knows lu han isn’t ready to come back to him. not yet. but yixing will keep waiting. and lu han’s already promised him a last dance. he wouldn’t break that promise. yixing knows.
lu han/yixing. | pg | prompt: time travel/dance
491w
The wind blows; cold, gentle. It reminds Yixing of fingers trailing down skin; soft, wandering.
He waits on the sidewalk, the very same place from years before, and waits, and waits.
Yixing has been waiting for a very long time.
And now, he waits no longer. “Yixing,” calls the voice, and it’s the same as it was twelve years ago, but it’s not truly the same, and he turns to see him, hair swept aside, eyes wide and mouth red from the cold, a flyaway scarf wrapped around his neck, and his hands stuffed in his coat pockets. “Oh, Yixing.”
“I’ve been waiting,” whispers Yixing, “for so long, Lu Han. Have you come back for good, this time?”
Immediately, Lu Han’s expression turns into one of guilt, and it’s the same expression he had twelve years ago, when he first disappeared into the world. “Yixing,” is all he says, and there’s so many emotions behind the single word, but Yixing doesn’t know which one to pick out and clasp to his heart. Maybe none of them.
“I thought you’d say that.” Yixing smiles, a crooked little smile. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay,” says Lu Han, and he steps forward, one step, two steps. He’s never felt further away, though. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Yixing steps forward to meet him, and they’re a bare foot away from each other now. “I’ll wait.”
“Don’t,” says Lu Han, reaching up to cup Yixing’s cheeks in his palms, “don’t wait for me anymore, Yixing. Please, don’t. You’re going to break yourself.”
“I can’t break what’s already broken, Lu Han,” says Yixing gently, and he tugs Lu Han’s hands away from his face. “Come. Dance with me.”
“But there’s no music.” Lu Han lets Yixing lead him toward the empty road. “And someone might pass by.”
“Are you afraid to be seen with me?” Yixing just smiles at him, and brings Lu Han’s hand up to rest on his chest, over his heart. “The music is in here, silly. And you promised.”
He did, twelve years ago, when they were in high school, and Lu Han had gone with the vow of a last dance on his lips. They’d never gotten the chance to dance at their senior prom. Yixing had made him swear to come back one day, and fulfill it. And now, here they are.
They sway, side to side, in the middle of the street, like the branches of a tree, swaying in the cold, gentle wind, and they don’t speak. There aren’t words for things like these, and Yixing knows that. This is all he needs.
And when they part, and Lu Han grips his hand tight, and whispers, “I have to go now,” Yixing allows him, without words. Without anymore promises.
“Don’t wait,” says Lu Han. “Be happy.”
Yixing smiles, but he knows he will still wait.
And when Lu Han returns to him, he won’t have to wait anymore.
爱
they meet in the history section of the library.
chanyeol/jongin | pg-13 | prompt: library/kissing
523w
Lunch is the best time to sneak away.
Nobody ever goes to the library during school hours. Jongin knows this, and Chanyeol knows this, and they meet in the history section, not minding the dusty tomes and the winding shelves.
“Hey,” murmurs Jongin, and their fingers curl together in greeting. “Missed you.”
Chanyeol is tall, but Jongin’s grown over the year, and so Chanyeol doesn’t have to bend too much to press their lips together in an easy, casual kiss, familiar but never tiring. Chanyeol smiles. “Hey.” He slides his arms around Jongin’s shoulders, and breathes into his ear, “You look sleepy. It’s cute.”
“Had Geography,” replies Jongin, and he mouths against Chanyeol’s neck, nipping his skin lightly. “You know how much I hate it.”
“You’re going to flunk out if you don’t pay attention,” says Chanyeol, but the only thing Jongin is paying attention to right now is the way Chanyeol’s fingers are curling into his hair to tug softly at the dark strands. “Hmm?”
“Forget about that,” says Jongin, and he tilts his face up to meet Chanyeol in another kiss. “We’ve only ten more minutes, according to you.”
“Sorry,” says Chanyeol, smiling apologetically. “The computer club needs help cleaning out the labs, and they roped me into doing it.” He presses their foreheads together, and brushes his nose against Jongin’s. “I’d rather stay here with you, though.”
“If only,” whispers Jongin. He hates that they have to sneak around like this, but they have to hide it from everyone, including their parents, just until college, he supposes. Kyungsoo’s already said that they can share a flat with him and his girlfriend, and then, they won’t have to sneak around anymore. It’s exhilarating, the thought of it, and it makes Jongin kiss Chanyeol more insistently, backing him up against the shelves.
They take their time to draw out the kiss, dizzyingly addictive in its slow pace, and it spreads something warm in Jongin’s chest, filling him with gratification from the tips of his fingers to the points of his ears. Chanyeol is the same, tracing his tongue along the seam of Jongin’s mouth to coax his mouth open, licking into every corner of his mouth steadily, and the space between them seems to be decreasing with every second.
Jongin tugs Chanyeol closer, and hums against his mouth, loving the way Chanyeol bites down gently on his lower lip, loving the way Chanyeol runs his hands down the small of his back, loving the way Chanyeol focuses completely on him.
“Stop thinking so loud,” mumbles Chanyeol, kissing him a few more last times, and Jongin wishes they could just slip away and continue this forever, but they’ve got their own things to set about to, and they share a last, breathless kiss, before straightening themselves out.
“I’ll see you later, yeah?” Chanyeol interlaces their fingers, and squeezes gently, before letting go to slip away and out of the library.
Jongin makes his way to the cafeteria, still with the imprint of Chanyeol’s lips on his fresh in his mind, and he smiles that same sleepy smile for the rest of the day.