Drabbles: Happy, Angsty and Horny
Random drabbles from the past couple of months.
Stranded With Nothing But Our Senses | Humour | Jongyu (Bffery) | PG | W: 591
The pair is sprawled on the beach, staring up at the hot sun that is burning into their pale skin. Jonghyun shields his eyes with a hand dirtied by sand and he groans. This world, it’s just too much to keep going. The singer with blonde bangs turns to his companion who is equally as fatigued as he is.
“Are we going to make it hyung?” asks Jonghyun through parched lips, “I’m so thirsty now.”
Jinki squints in the blinding rays of the sun, arms and legs spread amongst the soft sand and he shakes his head lightly. “I just don’t know Jonghyun, I just don’t know,” Jinki whines after a disgruntled sigh. “We finished all the fresh water over an hour ago.”
Suddenly, Jonghyun’s body springs forward and he leans on his knees, arms flung high in the air. A long mournful cry leaves his throat and the shuffle of animals in the bushes from the jungle behind them is heard. If one listens closely, they can hear a lone bird chirp, warning other animals of the strange pair lying on the beach.
Black eyes go wide, and Jonghyun twitches, turning to Jinki then quickly turning back to look at the waves crashing against the earthy ground.
“I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t!” he shouts to the Gods above, “I need to drink something, anything, something!”
With the feral look still in his eyes, Jonghyun’s gaze becomes fixated on the large salty body of water before them. Jinki’s eyes widen as the reality sets in of what his dongsaeng is thinking, and he quickly props his upper body on his elbows.
“You aren’t serious are you Jonghyun?” asks the leader, his voice incredulous to the whole situation.
“But hyung!” rants Jonghyun, his voice nasal and high-pitched, “There is so much water in front of us.”
“You’ll be even more dehydrated if you drink that!” argues Jinki, now rising to his feet in worry. However, Jonghyun is far ahead of him and dashes towards the water, hands curled and claw-like to capture his prey. The singer hollers in a high falsetto, pounding his chest, all humanity lost.
Just barely, Jinki is able to thrust himself onto Jonghyun’s legs and the two collapse just before the sand meets the water. Jonghyun claws at the ground beneath him, trying to inch forward, and Jinki begins to tear, shaking his head frantically.
“We have to survive this!” cries Jinki in exasperation, “Save our energy! We have to live Jonghyun! Think about the Shawols and Shinee World!”
“You guys are so fucking melodramatic”
The pair turn their heads to the voice of reason, and Kibum shakes his head at them, probably in a state of second hand embarrassment. Minho just behind Kibum grins as he attempts to balance two coconut drinks, shaking to hold back his laughter. Lastly, Taemin runs in on the scene, with bananas in hand.
“Are we going to eat hyung?” asks Taemin questioningly, oblivious to the scene before him. “They have some good food in the beach house.”
Kibum shakes a hand in the air to hush Taemin, but keeps a glare directed to what he thought should be the more mature members of their band, considering they were older.
“Yes, here in reality, where we can get fresh water and food to survive,” reiterates Kibum, annoyance apparent in his voice.
Jinki grins sheepishly and Jonghyun sits up pouting, stating his final argument as he looks out at the endless body of water.
“I never drank saltwater before okay?”
Anniversary to Remember | Dark | Jongyu | PG | W: 429
Jinki lives a quiet life now, away from crowds and away from stardom. He could not be like Taemin, moving on to a world of being a hot solo artist; he could not be like Kibum, a stylist involved in finding foreign fashion trends for Korea; he could not be like Minho, growing into a multi-talented entertainer, model, MC and actor. But most of all, Jinki knew he could never be like Jonghyun, buried beneath cold soil, worms and bacteria eating a decaying body.
The thought squeezes his chest tightly, and Jinki chooses to ignore it, shuffling through the daily mail. Bills, bills and more bills, a hidden fan letter from those people who still try to find him, and of course his weekly package. The large tan coloured envelope shakes in his hands, as he rips it open. Out slips a booklet, cover page reading 2021, the pages beneath covered in grids. It’s not difficult to decipher that Jinki has received another calendar.
Walking into the room past his kitchen, Jinki inhales a shaky breath and looks before him. The square room, the walls, floors, any possible empty space covered with calendars of dogs, celebrities, flowers, anything, all dating back from as far as 2010. The only item other than a calendar present, is a box of tissues, unused and dusty as Jinki has forgotten how to use them; how to cry for so long that his eyes sting painfully, red and bloodshot.
Silently, he tears some of the older calendars from the wall, sending the pages flying to the already cluttered floor. Jinki grabs a red marker from his pocket, opens the newly delivered calendar straight to April and circles a date, imprinting the words Happy Birthday. If one were to explore the room, they would find every calendar exactly the same, unmarred except for one particular spring day.
And Jinki sings, soft and low, the childish tune springing past his lips. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Jong- A buzz is heard, and Jinki pins the calendar to the wall, answering his phone and finishing the song, hyun, happy birthday to you.
“I haven’t heard you sing in years,” states a low voice through the receiver.
“Ah Minho!” A dreadfully dry attempt at a joyous laugh. “How are you?”
A pause on the other line followed by a sigh.
“Hyung, you know the date right?”
Jinki smiles from ear to ear, something his friend cannot see, just like one cannot see the cold numbness behind his beating heart.
“I always know.”
Devout Mood Killer | Romance | Ontae | R (Implied sexual scene) | W: 361
Taemin does not deny the fact that he loves his hyung, his hyung that is over four years older than him. The others know that he would do anything for Jinki, including being a jealous annoying twat: interrupting Jonghyun and the leader while they are discussing music, jumping to sit in Jinki’s lap as he helps Minho with homework, or pushing Kibum aside when the man is insistent on helping Jinki dress. Taemin in some ways could be considered an obsessive dangerous boyfriend, but the dancer did not care, because he could simply chalk it up to his immaturity.
And by being so devout, one would expect Taemin to be head over heels for Jinki, doing anything the tofu dubbed leader asked, respecting him in every way possible, but watching Jinki, dark eyes, lusty stare, boiling hot skin, Taemin could do nothing but snicker. Jinki of course, always put on an affronted expression, not because they were doing this type of thing in a dingy bathroom stall smelling of both soap and piss, but because Taemin could never stop laughing when he was trying to be serious.
“Taemin, I want you now.” A deep soft voice oozing with sexiness.
The reply? A hysterical giggle and inevitably an instant mood killer.
Taemin just cannot help it though, and tries to acknowledge the older man’s distraught expression. The young dancer giggles lasciviously, pressing Jinki into the stall door, enjoying the feeling of quivering limbs beneath his own. He presses his thigh against the growing hardness, sheathed behind denim fabric, and is unable to suppress a laugh as Jinki moans, panting like some lost dog.
“Am I stupid to you or something?” breathes Jinki, air catching in his throat as a hand sneaks past the hemline of his pants. The question is nearly forgotten as his head collides with the metal door behind him, Jinki too far distracted by the thin fingers touching him, wrapping around him, stroking him.
Taemin laughs again, nuzzling his nose into the leader’s collarbone.
“It’s funny to see you not smiling,” explains Taemin between muffled laughter resonating against Jinki’s flushed skin, “But I kind of like it like this.”
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Jongyu is threatening Ontae as my otp. I don't like it. :(
Stranded With Nothing But Our Senses | Humour | Jongyu (Bffery) | PG | W: 591
The pair is sprawled on the beach, staring up at the hot sun that is burning into their pale skin. Jonghyun shields his eyes with a hand dirtied by sand and he groans. This world, it’s just too much to keep going. The singer with blonde bangs turns to his companion who is equally as fatigued as he is.
“Are we going to make it hyung?” asks Jonghyun through parched lips, “I’m so thirsty now.”
Jinki squints in the blinding rays of the sun, arms and legs spread amongst the soft sand and he shakes his head lightly. “I just don’t know Jonghyun, I just don’t know,” Jinki whines after a disgruntled sigh. “We finished all the fresh water over an hour ago.”
Suddenly, Jonghyun’s body springs forward and he leans on his knees, arms flung high in the air. A long mournful cry leaves his throat and the shuffle of animals in the bushes from the jungle behind them is heard. If one listens closely, they can hear a lone bird chirp, warning other animals of the strange pair lying on the beach.
Black eyes go wide, and Jonghyun twitches, turning to Jinki then quickly turning back to look at the waves crashing against the earthy ground.
“I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t!” he shouts to the Gods above, “I need to drink something, anything, something!”
With the feral look still in his eyes, Jonghyun’s gaze becomes fixated on the large salty body of water before them. Jinki’s eyes widen as the reality sets in of what his dongsaeng is thinking, and he quickly props his upper body on his elbows.
“You aren’t serious are you Jonghyun?” asks the leader, his voice incredulous to the whole situation.
“But hyung!” rants Jonghyun, his voice nasal and high-pitched, “There is so much water in front of us.”
“You’ll be even more dehydrated if you drink that!” argues Jinki, now rising to his feet in worry. However, Jonghyun is far ahead of him and dashes towards the water, hands curled and claw-like to capture his prey. The singer hollers in a high falsetto, pounding his chest, all humanity lost.
Just barely, Jinki is able to thrust himself onto Jonghyun’s legs and the two collapse just before the sand meets the water. Jonghyun claws at the ground beneath him, trying to inch forward, and Jinki begins to tear, shaking his head frantically.
“We have to survive this!” cries Jinki in exasperation, “Save our energy! We have to live Jonghyun! Think about the Shawols and Shinee World!”
“You guys are so fucking melodramatic”
The pair turn their heads to the voice of reason, and Kibum shakes his head at them, probably in a state of second hand embarrassment. Minho just behind Kibum grins as he attempts to balance two coconut drinks, shaking to hold back his laughter. Lastly, Taemin runs in on the scene, with bananas in hand.
“Are we going to eat hyung?” asks Taemin questioningly, oblivious to the scene before him. “They have some good food in the beach house.”
Kibum shakes a hand in the air to hush Taemin, but keeps a glare directed to what he thought should be the more mature members of their band, considering they were older.
“Yes, here in reality, where we can get fresh water and food to survive,” reiterates Kibum, annoyance apparent in his voice.
Jinki grins sheepishly and Jonghyun sits up pouting, stating his final argument as he looks out at the endless body of water.
“I never drank saltwater before okay?”
Anniversary to Remember | Dark | Jongyu | PG | W: 429
Jinki lives a quiet life now, away from crowds and away from stardom. He could not be like Taemin, moving on to a world of being a hot solo artist; he could not be like Kibum, a stylist involved in finding foreign fashion trends for Korea; he could not be like Minho, growing into a multi-talented entertainer, model, MC and actor. But most of all, Jinki knew he could never be like Jonghyun, buried beneath cold soil, worms and bacteria eating a decaying body.
The thought squeezes his chest tightly, and Jinki chooses to ignore it, shuffling through the daily mail. Bills, bills and more bills, a hidden fan letter from those people who still try to find him, and of course his weekly package. The large tan coloured envelope shakes in his hands, as he rips it open. Out slips a booklet, cover page reading 2021, the pages beneath covered in grids. It’s not difficult to decipher that Jinki has received another calendar.
Walking into the room past his kitchen, Jinki inhales a shaky breath and looks before him. The square room, the walls, floors, any possible empty space covered with calendars of dogs, celebrities, flowers, anything, all dating back from as far as 2010. The only item other than a calendar present, is a box of tissues, unused and dusty as Jinki has forgotten how to use them; how to cry for so long that his eyes sting painfully, red and bloodshot.
Silently, he tears some of the older calendars from the wall, sending the pages flying to the already cluttered floor. Jinki grabs a red marker from his pocket, opens the newly delivered calendar straight to April and circles a date, imprinting the words Happy Birthday. If one were to explore the room, they would find every calendar exactly the same, unmarred except for one particular spring day.
And Jinki sings, soft and low, the childish tune springing past his lips. Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Jong- A buzz is heard, and Jinki pins the calendar to the wall, answering his phone and finishing the song, hyun, happy birthday to you.
“I haven’t heard you sing in years,” states a low voice through the receiver.
“Ah Minho!” A dreadfully dry attempt at a joyous laugh. “How are you?”
A pause on the other line followed by a sigh.
“Hyung, you know the date right?”
Jinki smiles from ear to ear, something his friend cannot see, just like one cannot see the cold numbness behind his beating heart.
“I always know.”
Devout Mood Killer | Romance | Ontae | R (Implied sexual scene) | W: 361
Taemin does not deny the fact that he loves his hyung, his hyung that is over four years older than him. The others know that he would do anything for Jinki, including being a jealous annoying twat: interrupting Jonghyun and the leader while they are discussing music, jumping to sit in Jinki’s lap as he helps Minho with homework, or pushing Kibum aside when the man is insistent on helping Jinki dress. Taemin in some ways could be considered an obsessive dangerous boyfriend, but the dancer did not care, because he could simply chalk it up to his immaturity.
And by being so devout, one would expect Taemin to be head over heels for Jinki, doing anything the tofu dubbed leader asked, respecting him in every way possible, but watching Jinki, dark eyes, lusty stare, boiling hot skin, Taemin could do nothing but snicker. Jinki of course, always put on an affronted expression, not because they were doing this type of thing in a dingy bathroom stall smelling of both soap and piss, but because Taemin could never stop laughing when he was trying to be serious.
“Taemin, I want you now.” A deep soft voice oozing with sexiness.
The reply? A hysterical giggle and inevitably an instant mood killer.
Taemin just cannot help it though, and tries to acknowledge the older man’s distraught expression. The young dancer giggles lasciviously, pressing Jinki into the stall door, enjoying the feeling of quivering limbs beneath his own. He presses his thigh against the growing hardness, sheathed behind denim fabric, and is unable to suppress a laugh as Jinki moans, panting like some lost dog.
“Am I stupid to you or something?” breathes Jinki, air catching in his throat as a hand sneaks past the hemline of his pants. The question is nearly forgotten as his head collides with the metal door behind him, Jinki too far distracted by the thin fingers touching him, wrapping around him, stroking him.
Taemin laughs again, nuzzling his nose into the leader’s collarbone.
“It’s funny to see you not smiling,” explains Taemin between muffled laughter resonating against Jinki’s flushed skin, “But I kind of like it like this.”
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Jongyu is threatening Ontae as my otp. I don't like it. :(