drabble dump: 5 exo, 2 dbsk
(i'm an idiot and posted warm together twice, so if you're looking for it, it is here.)
future (11/30)
→ changmin/junsu, pg, canon/future, 260 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
changmin has changed, but junsu likes it.
changmin reaches out, runs the tip of his middle finger down junsu’s nose. he grimaces playfully at the makeup that collects at his fingertip, and watches the ends of junsu’s lips curl up into a soft smile in response. junsu has never been touted as the most beautiful, but like this, changmin might have to refute it. junsu’s eye makeup is already smudged at the edges and his hair has fallen apart against the pillow, but changmin doesn’t see anything off or ugly about the man in front of him. right now, he sees warmth, beauty, and gratitude.
junsu cocks his head back to nip changmin’s finger, then bubbles with laughter at changmin’s surprised expression. he kisses the back of changmin’s wrist in apology. still, changmin frowns at him, but junsu can see the mirth sparkling in his eyes so he’s not worried.
"come here, you," changmin says, and junsu follows suit happily, scoots forward into changmin’s arms.
junsu feels changmin press his lips against the top of his head. "i’ve missed this," he whispers quietly into changmin’s shirt, and wiggles his arm under changmin’s side to hug him back.
"i’ve missed you," changmin replies easily.
"you’ve changed."
"i have."
"you’re… happier? less serious, maybe? i don’t know how to describe it, but i like it. i like you."
"you’ve always liked me," and junsu can basically hear the smile on changmin’s face.
"yeah… maybe. maybe not."
junsu starts to wiggle out of changmin’s embrace in preparation for a potential attack, but changmin just squeezes tighter and whispers, “liar."
transformation (12/30)
→ lay/luhan, pg, canon, 464 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
luhan wonders if he should've gotten a stage name.
yixing and luhan are laying quietly in separate beds in a beijing hotel room, minds drifting on different clouds. it’s nice, yixing thinks, that luhan is here with him. not just now, but in general; he knows how lucky he is to have his best friend in the same country, the same industry, the same band as him.
"yixing, do you think i should’ve got a stage name like the rest of m?" luhan asks slowly, as if he’s just forming the question as he voices it. yixing blinks, turns onto his side to look at luhan because sometimes it’s still hard to figure out what luhan isn’t saying.
"do you want one now?"
"could’ve been nice to have a perfect six of six, maybe."
they both go quiet again, yixing still thinking about luhan. he just can’t fathom it, luhan being someone else, having a different name to be, can’t imagine calling out a name other than luhan on stage. luhan, luuuhan, luhaaaan, he says under his breath, testing the name he’s said so many times on his tongue.
"what would be your stage name anyway? xiao lu?" yixing sees luhan’s face scrunch up. "guess not," he laughs. they try brainstorming possible stage names, steadily getting more ridiculous as time goes, and eventually they’re howling with laughter.
"shh, we-" luhan bursts into another bout of laughter. "we have to be quiet; we’re supposed to be sleeping." in response, yixing burries his head into his pillow. luhan pulls the blanket over his head.
when they’ve calmed down, cheeks aching and smiles lingering, yixing tells luhan seriously, “you don’t really need a stage name, luhan. you’re mysterious enough as it is."
luhan sticks his head outside the blanket. "what?"
"i’m your best friend, right? but i don’t know, sometimes i don’t get what you’re trying to say."
"that’s because you’re slower than the rest of us," luhan jokes.
yixing ignores him, and continues. "sometimes you’re right here talking to me and i hear you, i hear the words you’re saying, but i don’t know where you are. you feel far away, somewhere i don’t know where to look or something."
"i’m always right here, xing," luhan tells him, leaves out the with you.
"so, you know, you not having a stage name is good, makes sense. it’d be weird if you weren’t luhan."
"you’d fuck up and call me luhan on stage all the time anyway."
yixing grins, “yeah, that too."
"luhan," he says loudly.
"luhan," yixing echoes. "sounds good to me."
"thanks man," and then luhan throws a pillow at yixing. it hits him in the chest, and yixing takes this as good night.
"good night to you too, xiao lu. thanks for the pillow," he sings.
"yeah yeah, whatever. night, yixing."
denial (13/30)
→ changmin/jaejoong, pg, au, 270 words
→ sequel to a set up for heartbreak. i've honestly had this sequel in mind even before i wrote the first part. a year and a half later, i have finally started it hahahahaaaaa
→ originally posted at tumblr.
it's been over a year since jaejoong's seen changmin, long enough for him to have moved on, but he hasn't.
when changmin walks through the door, jaejoong’s heart lurches, wants to jump out of his chest like it doesn’t belong to jaejoong. it’s been over a year since they’ve last seen each other, but he can see change in changmin. he stands taller, his back is straighter, and he fills into the clothes he has on better than he used to. during the period of then to now, it’s like changmin has gained something, kept buried deep beneath his skin, that fills his entire being with something jaejoong can’t put his finger on. confidence? self-assurance? a quiet, sharp pang of sadness beats in his chest in place of a heartbeat, but then his heart goes back to beating steadily.
in all honestly, jaejoong doesn’t want to talk to changmin and would rather spend the night avoiding him. it’s been long enough since their break up that it’s expected he’s moved on, but he hasn’t. seeing changmin now and the bittersweet feelings that have rushed its ways throughout jaejoong, make it difficult for jaejoong to continue being in denial, but he’s stubborn, thinks he can do anything he puts his mind to. he doesn’t see yunho in the living room, so he decides to go find him and tells himself that he isn’t quite running away.
before jaejoong slips away, he chances another glance towards changmin’s direction. their eyes meet; maybe changmin has been watching him the entire time. he smiles, all soft and cautious and beautiful, and jaejoong barely manages to return a smile back before hurling himself into yunho’s kitchen.
move (14/30)
→ chanyeol/kris, g, au, 186 words
→ i wrote this a couple of months ago at 6 AM on my phone with more in mind (chanyeol eventually confesses, kris rejects it, chanyeol is hurt, krisyeol are awkward), but it isn’t really interesting + i don’t care for it any more, so this is it~ c:
→ originally posted at tumblr.
chanyeol has interpreted yifan's affections so, so wrongly.
chanyeol notices, not for the first time, the way yifan’s eyes shine a little bit differently at him. in retrospect, he figures that yeah, he is someone different for yifan, someone special to him in a way his other friends aren’t, but realizes he interpreted it so, so wrongly.
when yifan indulges chanyeol’s touchiness, whose arms are already wrapped tightly around his waist, by hugging him back, chanyeol wills the ability to pull the source of warmth from deep within yifan and keep it within his own body. he settles for superficially swapping body heat through their yellowed skin, through loose hoodies and tailored dress shirts, chin resting on yifan’s shoulder.
"i still can’t believe you’re taller than me, hyung," chanyeol says softly into the crook of yifan's neck, that awe he had first felt when he met yifan still present in his voice. "i like it."
yifan mumbles, “good," and pulls his head back to chanyeol. he’s smiling when he tells chanyeol he’s cute, and when chanyeol looks up to see yifan looking back, his cheeks burn.
"yifan?"
"hmmm?"
"i-" chanyeol chokes on his confession. "nevermind."
tremble (15/30)
→ kai/luhan, pg-13, au, 200 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
luhan isn't to be trusted, but jongin decides he can worry about that tomorrow.
"i’ll be gentle," luhan promises, “i’ll even go slow." his eyes are shining so brightly that jongin is almost inclined to believe him. one of luhan’s hands is on jongin’s waist, the other on his hip, and he has to repress the shudder that is about rip through his body from contrast of luhan’s hot touches against his cold, clammy skin.
luhan is not to be trusted, jongin repeats to himself. his head feels heavier on his shoulders, his thoughts start to cloud in confusion, and jongin doesn’t know what he wants to do next.
luhan leans in to press his lips against jongin’s neck, swipes his tongue over jongin’s adam’s apple, then nips jongin’s chin. "so how about it, jongin?"
jongin lifts his arms, and threads his trembling fingers through luhan’s hair, half-hoping that keeping them busy will stop them from shaking. he tugs at luhan’s hair until they’re eye to eye, and despite the mantra he’s come up with these last few minutes, it’s like he can’t help himself from pushing his lips onto luhan’s, can’t help from taking what’s being offered. luhan hums, low and pleased, and jongin decides to worry about this tomorrow.
restless (16/30)
→ luhan/sehun, g, au, 81 words
→ some futuristic au where the selling of souls isn't that uncommon.
→ originally posted at tumblr.
sehun wonders how a soulless luhan can be so genuinely happy.
for someone who has sold his soul, sehun thinks luhan is surprisingly happy. when he’s with luhan, there is always a smile or a laugh waiting to break across his face, and as far as he could tell, luhan’s happiness is genuine. the question is always on the tip of sehun’s tongue, sehun infinitely curious how luhan’s eyes gleam so brightly, but he knows you can’t just ask someone about their souls no matter how close you might be.
flame (17/30)
→ kris/luhan, kris/lay/luhan, pg, canon, 277 words
→ sequel or something to borderlines. also, i have no idea why i changed yifan to wu fan, luhan to lu han; sorry if that bugs you.
→ originally posted at tumblr.
it’s weird, what the three of them have now. wu fan feels like a fish out of water because, even through his jealousy, he knows that maybe he will love lu han too, the way yixing does, the way he loves yixing, and the probability of it happening is enough for wu fan to worry.
he won’t admit it, but wu fan gets white flashes of jealousy when yixing is with lu han, hot, strong, and constant like a solar flare, and for a minute he feels like his chest is burning. it’s hard watching lu han slide next to yixing, reaching for yixing’s hand. it’s hard watching yixing thread his fingers into lu han’s unconsciously as if it’s the natural thing to do. wu fan’s chest tightens when lu han and yixing stand face to face with little space between them, creating a place where only they know exists. it’s like a bubble of air forms around them, stealing the breath right from wu fan’s chest, and it hurts, more than he could have ever imagined.
it’s weird, what the three of them have now. wu fan feels like a fish out of water because, even through his jealousy, he knows that maybe he will love lu han too, the way yixing does, the way he loves yixing, and the probability of it happening is enough for wu fan to worry. he’s not ready yet. he doesn’t know if lu han wants it. but he knows lu han wants him, or his body at least, so maybe. maybe.
later, when lu han asks wu fan if he’d like to watch a movie with him and yixing, wu fan quells the flare of jealousy that leaps into his throat and tries to take refuge in luhan’s gentle smile, away from the weirdness and confusion and worry that has his head spinning.
it’s always been hard to say no to lu han, and it’s no different now.
future (11/30)
→ changmin/junsu, pg, canon/future, 260 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
changmin has changed, but junsu likes it.
changmin reaches out, runs the tip of his middle finger down junsu’s nose. he grimaces playfully at the makeup that collects at his fingertip, and watches the ends of junsu’s lips curl up into a soft smile in response. junsu has never been touted as the most beautiful, but like this, changmin might have to refute it. junsu’s eye makeup is already smudged at the edges and his hair has fallen apart against the pillow, but changmin doesn’t see anything off or ugly about the man in front of him. right now, he sees warmth, beauty, and gratitude.
junsu cocks his head back to nip changmin’s finger, then bubbles with laughter at changmin’s surprised expression. he kisses the back of changmin’s wrist in apology. still, changmin frowns at him, but junsu can see the mirth sparkling in his eyes so he’s not worried.
"come here, you," changmin says, and junsu follows suit happily, scoots forward into changmin’s arms.
junsu feels changmin press his lips against the top of his head. "i’ve missed this," he whispers quietly into changmin’s shirt, and wiggles his arm under changmin’s side to hug him back.
"i’ve missed you," changmin replies easily.
"you’ve changed."
"i have."
"you’re… happier? less serious, maybe? i don’t know how to describe it, but i like it. i like you."
"you’ve always liked me," and junsu can basically hear the smile on changmin’s face.
"yeah… maybe. maybe not."
junsu starts to wiggle out of changmin’s embrace in preparation for a potential attack, but changmin just squeezes tighter and whispers, “liar."
transformation (12/30)
→ lay/luhan, pg, canon, 464 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
luhan wonders if he should've gotten a stage name.
yixing and luhan are laying quietly in separate beds in a beijing hotel room, minds drifting on different clouds. it’s nice, yixing thinks, that luhan is here with him. not just now, but in general; he knows how lucky he is to have his best friend in the same country, the same industry, the same band as him.
"yixing, do you think i should’ve got a stage name like the rest of m?" luhan asks slowly, as if he’s just forming the question as he voices it. yixing blinks, turns onto his side to look at luhan because sometimes it’s still hard to figure out what luhan isn’t saying.
"do you want one now?"
"could’ve been nice to have a perfect six of six, maybe."
they both go quiet again, yixing still thinking about luhan. he just can’t fathom it, luhan being someone else, having a different name to be, can’t imagine calling out a name other than luhan on stage. luhan, luuuhan, luhaaaan, he says under his breath, testing the name he’s said so many times on his tongue.
"what would be your stage name anyway? xiao lu?" yixing sees luhan’s face scrunch up. "guess not," he laughs. they try brainstorming possible stage names, steadily getting more ridiculous as time goes, and eventually they’re howling with laughter.
"shh, we-" luhan bursts into another bout of laughter. "we have to be quiet; we’re supposed to be sleeping." in response, yixing burries his head into his pillow. luhan pulls the blanket over his head.
when they’ve calmed down, cheeks aching and smiles lingering, yixing tells luhan seriously, “you don’t really need a stage name, luhan. you’re mysterious enough as it is."
luhan sticks his head outside the blanket. "what?"
"i’m your best friend, right? but i don’t know, sometimes i don’t get what you’re trying to say."
"that’s because you’re slower than the rest of us," luhan jokes.
yixing ignores him, and continues. "sometimes you’re right here talking to me and i hear you, i hear the words you’re saying, but i don’t know where you are. you feel far away, somewhere i don’t know where to look or something."
"i’m always right here, xing," luhan tells him, leaves out the with you.
"so, you know, you not having a stage name is good, makes sense. it’d be weird if you weren’t luhan."
"you’d fuck up and call me luhan on stage all the time anyway."
yixing grins, “yeah, that too."
"luhan," he says loudly.
"luhan," yixing echoes. "sounds good to me."
"thanks man," and then luhan throws a pillow at yixing. it hits him in the chest, and yixing takes this as good night.
"good night to you too, xiao lu. thanks for the pillow," he sings.
"yeah yeah, whatever. night, yixing."
denial (13/30)
→ changmin/jaejoong, pg, au, 270 words
→ sequel to a set up for heartbreak. i've honestly had this sequel in mind even before i wrote the first part. a year and a half later, i have finally started it hahahahaaaaa
→ originally posted at tumblr.
it's been over a year since jaejoong's seen changmin, long enough for him to have moved on, but he hasn't.
when changmin walks through the door, jaejoong’s heart lurches, wants to jump out of his chest like it doesn’t belong to jaejoong. it’s been over a year since they’ve last seen each other, but he can see change in changmin. he stands taller, his back is straighter, and he fills into the clothes he has on better than he used to. during the period of then to now, it’s like changmin has gained something, kept buried deep beneath his skin, that fills his entire being with something jaejoong can’t put his finger on. confidence? self-assurance? a quiet, sharp pang of sadness beats in his chest in place of a heartbeat, but then his heart goes back to beating steadily.
in all honestly, jaejoong doesn’t want to talk to changmin and would rather spend the night avoiding him. it’s been long enough since their break up that it’s expected he’s moved on, but he hasn’t. seeing changmin now and the bittersweet feelings that have rushed its ways throughout jaejoong, make it difficult for jaejoong to continue being in denial, but he’s stubborn, thinks he can do anything he puts his mind to. he doesn’t see yunho in the living room, so he decides to go find him and tells himself that he isn’t quite running away.
before jaejoong slips away, he chances another glance towards changmin’s direction. their eyes meet; maybe changmin has been watching him the entire time. he smiles, all soft and cautious and beautiful, and jaejoong barely manages to return a smile back before hurling himself into yunho’s kitchen.
move (14/30)
→ chanyeol/kris, g, au, 186 words
→ i wrote this a couple of months ago at 6 AM on my phone with more in mind (chanyeol eventually confesses, kris rejects it, chanyeol is hurt, krisyeol are awkward), but it isn’t really interesting + i don’t care for it any more, so this is it~ c:
→ originally posted at tumblr.
chanyeol has interpreted yifan's affections so, so wrongly.
chanyeol notices, not for the first time, the way yifan’s eyes shine a little bit differently at him. in retrospect, he figures that yeah, he is someone different for yifan, someone special to him in a way his other friends aren’t, but realizes he interpreted it so, so wrongly.
when yifan indulges chanyeol’s touchiness, whose arms are already wrapped tightly around his waist, by hugging him back, chanyeol wills the ability to pull the source of warmth from deep within yifan and keep it within his own body. he settles for superficially swapping body heat through their yellowed skin, through loose hoodies and tailored dress shirts, chin resting on yifan’s shoulder.
"i still can’t believe you’re taller than me, hyung," chanyeol says softly into the crook of yifan's neck, that awe he had first felt when he met yifan still present in his voice. "i like it."
yifan mumbles, “good," and pulls his head back to chanyeol. he’s smiling when he tells chanyeol he’s cute, and when chanyeol looks up to see yifan looking back, his cheeks burn.
"yifan?"
"hmmm?"
"i-" chanyeol chokes on his confession. "nevermind."
tremble (15/30)
→ kai/luhan, pg-13, au, 200 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
luhan isn't to be trusted, but jongin decides he can worry about that tomorrow.
"i’ll be gentle," luhan promises, “i’ll even go slow." his eyes are shining so brightly that jongin is almost inclined to believe him. one of luhan’s hands is on jongin’s waist, the other on his hip, and he has to repress the shudder that is about rip through his body from contrast of luhan’s hot touches against his cold, clammy skin.
luhan is not to be trusted, jongin repeats to himself. his head feels heavier on his shoulders, his thoughts start to cloud in confusion, and jongin doesn’t know what he wants to do next.
luhan leans in to press his lips against jongin’s neck, swipes his tongue over jongin’s adam’s apple, then nips jongin’s chin. "so how about it, jongin?"
jongin lifts his arms, and threads his trembling fingers through luhan’s hair, half-hoping that keeping them busy will stop them from shaking. he tugs at luhan’s hair until they’re eye to eye, and despite the mantra he’s come up with these last few minutes, it’s like he can’t help himself from pushing his lips onto luhan’s, can’t help from taking what’s being offered. luhan hums, low and pleased, and jongin decides to worry about this tomorrow.
restless (16/30)
→ luhan/sehun, g, au, 81 words
→ some futuristic au where the selling of souls isn't that uncommon.
→ originally posted at tumblr.
sehun wonders how a soulless luhan can be so genuinely happy.
for someone who has sold his soul, sehun thinks luhan is surprisingly happy. when he’s with luhan, there is always a smile or a laugh waiting to break across his face, and as far as he could tell, luhan’s happiness is genuine. the question is always on the tip of sehun’s tongue, sehun infinitely curious how luhan’s eyes gleam so brightly, but he knows you can’t just ask someone about their souls no matter how close you might be.
flame (17/30)
→ kris/luhan, kris/lay/luhan, pg, canon, 277 words
→ sequel or something to borderlines. also, i have no idea why i changed yifan to wu fan, luhan to lu han; sorry if that bugs you.
→ originally posted at tumblr.
it’s weird, what the three of them have now. wu fan feels like a fish out of water because, even through his jealousy, he knows that maybe he will love lu han too, the way yixing does, the way he loves yixing, and the probability of it happening is enough for wu fan to worry.
he won’t admit it, but wu fan gets white flashes of jealousy when yixing is with lu han, hot, strong, and constant like a solar flare, and for a minute he feels like his chest is burning. it’s hard watching lu han slide next to yixing, reaching for yixing’s hand. it’s hard watching yixing thread his fingers into lu han’s unconsciously as if it’s the natural thing to do. wu fan’s chest tightens when lu han and yixing stand face to face with little space between them, creating a place where only they know exists. it’s like a bubble of air forms around them, stealing the breath right from wu fan’s chest, and it hurts, more than he could have ever imagined.
it’s weird, what the three of them have now. wu fan feels like a fish out of water because, even through his jealousy, he knows that maybe he will love lu han too, the way yixing does, the way he loves yixing, and the probability of it happening is enough for wu fan to worry. he’s not ready yet. he doesn’t know if lu han wants it. but he knows lu han wants him, or his body at least, so maybe. maybe.
later, when lu han asks wu fan if he’d like to watch a movie with him and yixing, wu fan quells the flare of jealousy that leaps into his throat and tries to take refuge in luhan’s gentle smile, away from the weirdness and confusion and worry that has his head spinning.
it’s always been hard to say no to lu han, and it’s no different now.