6 drabbles for the drabble a day meme
beginning (01/30)
→ minho/onew, g, au, 278 words
→ written for ikui's prompt "Onho; Peanut Butter Cookies". this is admittedly kind of shitty (there is a reason i'm rarely write fluff). originally posted at tumblr.
"it's just-uh, i actually hate peanut butter and all its creations which includes cookies?"
on their first date, minho lied to jinki. jinki stated he baked as a hobby, and that he had made peanut butter cookies that day. in effort to please, minho had told jinki he loved peanut butter cookies-that they were his favourite even. jinki beamed at him, told him that they were his favourite too, and promised to bring him some the next time they met.
now, months later, they're at the corner store to buy peanut butter (jinki used the last bit for breakfast that morning).
"which brand is your favourite?" jinki inquires. he takes two different branded bottles into his hands. "honestly, they're all the same to me."
"i have tell you something," minho says suddenly.
jinki puts the peanut butter back onto the shelves. "you’re not breaking up with me, are you?"
"no! no, of course n-"
"because this would be a really shitty place to do so."
"no, oh my god, i'm not breaking up with you!" minho says too loudly. the store clerk lifts his head away from his cellphone to look at them. minho smiles sheepishly. "it's just-uh, i actually hate peanut butter and all its creations which includes cookies?"
jinki turns to look at minho, and takes in how distressed minho looks. he starts to smile, but then breaks out into laughter.
"are you being serious? does it look like i care what kind of cookies you don't like?"
"you looked so happy when i told you they were my favourite!”"
jinki wipes the single tear that managed to slip from his eye. "idiot, they're just cookies! what is your favourite then?"
accusation (02/30)
→ changmin/yoochun, pg, au, 195 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
he's looking for a fight; yoochun can see it in the way his spine is stick straight, his shoulders are stiff, and his fingers are curled tightly around yoochun's jacket like he's wringing it dry.
when yoochun gets out of the shower, he doesn't expect a furious changmin sitting on his bed with his jacket in hand. yoochun is puzzled. he starts to walk towards changmin, but stops when changmin speaks.
"why is there perfume on your jacket?" changmin asks quietly, voice thinly veiled from anger. he's looking for a fight; yoochun can see it in the way his spine is stick straight, his shoulders are stiff, and his fingers are curled tightly around yoochun's jacket like he's wringing it dry.
yoochun takes the jacket from changmin to hang it in the closet, and ignores changmin's question. "hi yoochun, how was your day? it kind of sucked actually; boss took us out to eat at that restaurant i hate."
"answer me, yoochun."
"i'd never take you there because i know how much you hate it, yoochun. thanks changmin, i appreciate that. how was your day?"
"are you cheating on me?"
yoochun stops his monologue. "what?"
"you heard me. answer my question."
if he wants it, then i'll give it to him, yoochun thinks. he is not above being cruel. "what if i am?"
look (03/30)
→ sunggyu/sungyeol/woohyun, pg-13, au, 72 words
→ a sequel of some sort to contours. originally posted at tumblr.
sunggyu doesn't get insecure, but it's something close.
sunggyu will never admit it, but sungyeol scares him sometimes. he watches him closely, wonders how much meaning there is behind the weight of his touches on woohyun. in bed, sungyeol likes to mar their skin. he scratches and pinches and claws at them both, and when they’re still, he leaves the softest of kisses as an apology. sunggyu wonders if this is his way of asking not to forget him.
outside (04/30)
→ changmin/jaejoong, pg-13, au, 264 words
→ i haven't decided if this is part of the sequel to a set up for heartbreak yet. originally posted at tumblr.
while waiting at a traffic light, changmin sees jaejoong for the first time since their breakup.
changmin tried counting how long a red traffic light ran, arms hanging still by his side but fingers tapping each second against his leg. he stared at the light until he purposely made his eyes blur. losing count, he turned his gaze to the car on his right. the window had been rolled down with the driver's arm casually hanging out of it. between his thumb and forefinger was a cigarette, the filter curving inwards to the shape of his fingers.
the driver had his head turned away from talking to his passenger, but when he turned his head forward, changmin's fingers stilled.
jaejoong.
he stared only because other options don't occur to him. later he reasoned it was because jaejoong hadn't noticed him yet. it had only been a month since they last saw each other, but changmin noticed how much sharper jaejoong's face became. the small pocketful of fat on jaejoong's cheeks were hollowed out, the rings around his eyes darkened almost comically, and changmin thought the words devilishly handsome weren't good enough to describe him. no devil looked that good on their off days.
the light turned green, and jaejoong looked out the window to toss out the cigarette he barely smoked. he spotted changmin too late, only able to watch him from behind. he refused to believe it was changmin though, thought life wasn't kind of enough to give him such coincidences.
he took a long, last drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the street, then stepped on the accelerator before the cars behind started honking at him.
promise (06/30)
→ minho/onew, pg, au, 146 words
→ fields of despair verse. originally posted at tumblr.
i am not yours to keep.
when i said you were the only one for me, i lied because i knew that's what you wanted to hear. you are my one in a million, i said, but you should've listened carefully. you should've listened for you are my one in seven billion. there are 6999 others out there for me, waiting for me like maybe the way i'm waiting for them too.
i am not yours to keep. you say you understand, but do you? i know you're hoping for it anyway. i feel it underneath your fingers when you press them against my waist. i feel it through the intensity of your gaze as you watch me make coffee. i feel it in the number of bites and bruises you leave when i let you.
minho, i am not yours to keep. promise me you know this.
letters (07/30)
→ minho/onew, g, au, 42 words
→ does this even count as a drabble? fields of despair verse. originally posted at tumblr.
you always told me you are not mine to keep.
i will wait for you, but i will keep living. and if i change while i am living and one day decide not to wait for you any longer, i won't because you always told me you are not mine to keep.
→ minho/onew, g, au, 278 words
→ written for ikui's prompt "Onho; Peanut Butter Cookies". this is admittedly kind of shitty (there is a reason i'm rarely write fluff). originally posted at tumblr.
"it's just-uh, i actually hate peanut butter and all its creations which includes cookies?"
on their first date, minho lied to jinki. jinki stated he baked as a hobby, and that he had made peanut butter cookies that day. in effort to please, minho had told jinki he loved peanut butter cookies-that they were his favourite even. jinki beamed at him, told him that they were his favourite too, and promised to bring him some the next time they met.
now, months later, they're at the corner store to buy peanut butter (jinki used the last bit for breakfast that morning).
"which brand is your favourite?" jinki inquires. he takes two different branded bottles into his hands. "honestly, they're all the same to me."
"i have tell you something," minho says suddenly.
jinki puts the peanut butter back onto the shelves. "you’re not breaking up with me, are you?"
"no! no, of course n-"
"because this would be a really shitty place to do so."
"no, oh my god, i'm not breaking up with you!" minho says too loudly. the store clerk lifts his head away from his cellphone to look at them. minho smiles sheepishly. "it's just-uh, i actually hate peanut butter and all its creations which includes cookies?"
jinki turns to look at minho, and takes in how distressed minho looks. he starts to smile, but then breaks out into laughter.
"are you being serious? does it look like i care what kind of cookies you don't like?"
"you looked so happy when i told you they were my favourite!”"
jinki wipes the single tear that managed to slip from his eye. "idiot, they're just cookies! what is your favourite then?"
accusation (02/30)
→ changmin/yoochun, pg, au, 195 words
→ originally posted at tumblr.
he's looking for a fight; yoochun can see it in the way his spine is stick straight, his shoulders are stiff, and his fingers are curled tightly around yoochun's jacket like he's wringing it dry.
when yoochun gets out of the shower, he doesn't expect a furious changmin sitting on his bed with his jacket in hand. yoochun is puzzled. he starts to walk towards changmin, but stops when changmin speaks.
"why is there perfume on your jacket?" changmin asks quietly, voice thinly veiled from anger. he's looking for a fight; yoochun can see it in the way his spine is stick straight, his shoulders are stiff, and his fingers are curled tightly around yoochun's jacket like he's wringing it dry.
yoochun takes the jacket from changmin to hang it in the closet, and ignores changmin's question. "hi yoochun, how was your day? it kind of sucked actually; boss took us out to eat at that restaurant i hate."
"answer me, yoochun."
"i'd never take you there because i know how much you hate it, yoochun. thanks changmin, i appreciate that. how was your day?"
"are you cheating on me?"
yoochun stops his monologue. "what?"
"you heard me. answer my question."
if he wants it, then i'll give it to him, yoochun thinks. he is not above being cruel. "what if i am?"
look (03/30)
→ sunggyu/sungyeol/woohyun, pg-13, au, 72 words
→ a sequel of some sort to contours. originally posted at tumblr.
sunggyu doesn't get insecure, but it's something close.
sunggyu will never admit it, but sungyeol scares him sometimes. he watches him closely, wonders how much meaning there is behind the weight of his touches on woohyun. in bed, sungyeol likes to mar their skin. he scratches and pinches and claws at them both, and when they’re still, he leaves the softest of kisses as an apology. sunggyu wonders if this is his way of asking not to forget him.
outside (04/30)
→ changmin/jaejoong, pg-13, au, 264 words
→ i haven't decided if this is part of the sequel to a set up for heartbreak yet. originally posted at tumblr.
while waiting at a traffic light, changmin sees jaejoong for the first time since their breakup.
changmin tried counting how long a red traffic light ran, arms hanging still by his side but fingers tapping each second against his leg. he stared at the light until he purposely made his eyes blur. losing count, he turned his gaze to the car on his right. the window had been rolled down with the driver's arm casually hanging out of it. between his thumb and forefinger was a cigarette, the filter curving inwards to the shape of his fingers.
the driver had his head turned away from talking to his passenger, but when he turned his head forward, changmin's fingers stilled.
jaejoong.
he stared only because other options don't occur to him. later he reasoned it was because jaejoong hadn't noticed him yet. it had only been a month since they last saw each other, but changmin noticed how much sharper jaejoong's face became. the small pocketful of fat on jaejoong's cheeks were hollowed out, the rings around his eyes darkened almost comically, and changmin thought the words devilishly handsome weren't good enough to describe him. no devil looked that good on their off days.
the light turned green, and jaejoong looked out the window to toss out the cigarette he barely smoked. he spotted changmin too late, only able to watch him from behind. he refused to believe it was changmin though, thought life wasn't kind of enough to give him such coincidences.
he took a long, last drag of his cigarette before flicking it onto the street, then stepped on the accelerator before the cars behind started honking at him.
promise (06/30)
→ minho/onew, pg, au, 146 words
→ fields of despair verse. originally posted at tumblr.
i am not yours to keep.
when i said you were the only one for me, i lied because i knew that's what you wanted to hear. you are my one in a million, i said, but you should've listened carefully. you should've listened for you are my one in seven billion. there are 6999 others out there for me, waiting for me like maybe the way i'm waiting for them too.
i am not yours to keep. you say you understand, but do you? i know you're hoping for it anyway. i feel it underneath your fingers when you press them against my waist. i feel it through the intensity of your gaze as you watch me make coffee. i feel it in the number of bites and bruises you leave when i let you.
minho, i am not yours to keep. promise me you know this.
letters (07/30)
→ minho/onew, g, au, 42 words
→ does this even count as a drabble? fields of despair verse. originally posted at tumblr.
you always told me you are not mine to keep.
i will wait for you, but i will keep living. and if i change while i am living and one day decide not to wait for you any longer, i won't because you always told me you are not mine to keep.