[fic] to keep you coming back.
to keep you coming back. (7 random dbsk drabbles)
ratings varied - yoomin, jaemin, homin, jaesu, yoosu, jaeblo
a/n: some random dbsk drabbles i had laying around. and no, don't ask about the jaeblo, it was after seeing them together on the radio, leave me alone. ;___; EDIT// so i'm an IDIOT. the jaesu was missing like, the first half. D: fixed now though ksdjkasl.
untitled; yoomin; g; au; 100w
every song that park yoochun has ever written, shim changmin has unfailingly taken over. yoochun sees changmin's pictures on flyers and cds, the young man holding a guitar and looking so beautiful in the part of the talented new singer/songwriter that yoochun can't hold grudges. instead, he sits in the quiet of his apartment and writes song after song and doesn't care that it's changmin's name typed after the title of "songwriter" because when changmin comes to get the new songs, yoochun is always rewarded with a lingering kiss and a smile that's always slightly short of genuinely happy.
shiver; jaesu; pg13; 328w
"aren't you cold?" junsu blinks blearily, eyes bloodshot and redrimmed.
he finds jaejoong standing outside on the balcony in nothing but jeans that hang so far off his hips it's a miracle they haven't completely fallen off.
the older man is leaning a hip against the railing and looking up at the night stars, a hand holding a cigarette up to his lips. he turns to look at junsu and junsu feels a clench in his stomach that has nothing to do with him coming off his high, but everything to do with the way jaejoong’s lips are pale red, and the way he glances at junsu out of the corners of eyes completely black in the dim light.
"no. are you? go back in, you get sick like yoochun." he scolds junsu gently, his voice like a mother's while he looks like a porn star with sin at his fingertips.
junsu ignores the gentle command and presses himself to jaejoong's side, fits against him like they were meant to. (they were.) "do you love me?" he asks quietly, a little bit of a joke and a little very serious.
jaejoong blows cigarette smoke into his face with a tiny scowl and junsu bats it away. "sometimes you're so stupid, 'su-ah. no wonder everyone thinks you're an idiot, you ask stupid questions."
junsu just watches him, blinks.
jaejoong sighs. "yes, of course i love you, you idiot." he brushes his free hand over junsu's cheek, and junsu takes it and presses a kiss to the inside of his palm.
jaejoong makes a quiet noise and turns and pushes junsu into the railing, pressing into him with a thigh between his legs. "do i have to show you?" he asks.
junsu bites his bottom lip and nods, eyes wide, laughter in the corners of his mouth.
jaejoong takes a deep inhale of his cigarette and leans forward. he covers junsu's mouth with his and lets the smoke waft through their mouths and junsu can't help but shiver and moan.
love you most; homin, jaemin; pg13; 105w
you know it's all going to shit before you start.
his easy smiles and quick remarks draw you in without ever giving you a chance to breathe in, breathe out.
i love you most, hyung.
he wraps himself around you without trying, you fall into him without the ability to hold back. every sigh he makes at the end of a movie is something you replay at three in the morning.
you let your heart get away from you, a headstart into burning lights.
hyung, this is jaejoong. a soft smile you've never seen before. i wanted you to meet him first, hyung, since i love you the most.
umbrellas with holes; jaemin; r; 313w
jaejoong's eyes hold mysteries and songs and melodies.
changmin reaches out for him in the darkness of the room, and even though his hands wrap around jaejoong's arms, they don't ever really touch.
jaejoong is always inches away.
changmin wonders how it would be to really touch jaejoong. he wonder how much of the passion and life he'd feel if only he could make sense of the way jaejoong holds parts of himself in.
the things jaejoong hides are the things changmin wants to see most.
"why do you always think so much?"
jaejoong's voice is a whisper in the dark, a wisp of breath against changmin's ear as changmin holds jaejoong close to him (as close as he can get is never close enough).
"because i can't figure you out."
changmin slides his fingers through jaejoong's hair and tugs. he's so frustrated inside that he feels he might burst open. he's used to being able to solve through anything. jaejoong is a puzzle and a mystery that he can't solve and it's building up inside of him, the wish that won't come true.
he tugs jaejoong's hair again and jaejoong's mouth falls open and his glass eyes fall closed as his body pushes into changmin's.
"i'm not a puzzle."
changmin can't look up to see jaejoong's face. he's so tired of seeing china doll skin that never breaks, that never shatters. he wants something human again.
"there's nothing for you to figure out about me. it's you. it's always been you."
jaejoong opens his eyes and grabs changmin’s face and pulls him up to look at him.
“it’s always been you.”
he surges up and changmin feels everything breaking inside of him and jaejoong never takes his eyes away and everything around changmin seems to fall to pieces and he realizes that he knows jaejoong better then he knows himself and that it’s jaejoong who doesn’t understand him, it’s jaejoong who’s touches away.
“it’s always been you.”
yet and yet again; homin; r; 286w
"hyung, i need you."
changmin pushes his hips into yunho's, and yunho's breath catches.
the dorm is empty, yoochun at his parents, junsu with hyukjae, jaejoong filming, and the kitchen is just slightly cold and changmin's skin is warm in all the right places.
"hyung, now."
changmin's eyes are bright and dazed and his hands clench and unclench on yunho's hips.
yunho tries very hard not to give in, just as he does every time. he's uncomfortable with the way he falls so easily for changmin's husky voice and his pleading words, every time. he tells himself that he can resist but changmin always wins with his mouth against yunho's skin and his legs around yunho's waist.
he knows it's useless to resist, but he can't help but try every time.
"hyung, fuck me."
changmin breathes into yunho's ear and pushes him against the counter and yunho lets himself fall into him again.
changmin is impatient, his hair curls just slightly around his face as he unbuttons yunho's jeans with steady fingers. yunho memorizes (again and yet again) the flush high on changmin's face as they push into each other.
changmin is never quiet, gasping and moaning and letting out little breaths of yunho's name as they come together (again and yet again), his body straining and his eyes falling closed. in the end, it's yunho who's slumped against changmin's shoulder, breathing harshly, listening to changmin catch his breath quicker than he had any right to.
"hyung, this is the last time, right?"
changmin whispers back yunho's words, the half-hearted words yunho always says to him afterwards. he's smiling, something soft and innocent and deceiving.
yunho nods without looking up from the floor, where changmin's pants are wrapped around his own.
changmin only laughs and disappears into his room.
like summer skies; yoosu; g; 215w
"c'mere, baby," yoochun coos at him, and junsu laughs as he twirls around the room, dancing to music he only hears in his head. he laughs and spins and laughs and spins right into yoochun's arms, his lips finding yoochun's without effort.
"love you," yoochun whispers against his lips. he pulls away and leans into him and their foreheads touch and it's just like every romance movie yoochun's ever seen, ever romance movie yoochun's ever wanted to live.
"you're such a sap, yoochunah," junsu whispers to him, like telling secrets under vast wide skies that will hang onto their every word and try to carry them far far away.
yoochun ducks his head, his curls fall to hide his face and junsu won't ever tell him that he's never looked so beautiful, because it'll make yoochun cry. and no matter what the reason is, junsu's never going to make yoochun cry. "i know," he answers junsu's teasing, looking up and reaching down to curl his fingers with yoochun's. "but i'm your sap?"
junsu laughs. "yeah, my very unoriginal corny sap."
yoochun brightens (like the summer sky after a storm, when you’re driving down a highway road that goes nowhere) and junsu takes him dancing around the room to the tune that only junsu hears, but yoochun feels in his heart.
untitled; jaeblo; pg; 102w
the party after the radio show is loud and full of cussing because it’s held at tablo’s apartment with mithra and tukutz and that means lots of beers and no managers or stylists or fans to see them being ridiculous. tablo watches jaejoong move to the music blasting on the speakers, swaying slowly and dipping his hips and he’s just drunk enough that sliding up to him and wrapping his arms around his tinytinytiny waist sounds like a good idea. when jaejoong grins at him with eyes that are too clear to be drunk and pulls him closer, tablo thinks it’s a great idea.
ratings varied - yoomin, jaemin, homin, jaesu, yoosu, jaeblo
a/n: some random dbsk drabbles i had laying around. and no, don't ask about the jaeblo, it was after seeing them together on the radio, leave me alone. ;___; EDIT// so i'm an IDIOT. the jaesu was missing like, the first half. D: fixed now though ksdjkasl.
untitled; yoomin; g; au; 100w
every song that park yoochun has ever written, shim changmin has unfailingly taken over. yoochun sees changmin's pictures on flyers and cds, the young man holding a guitar and looking so beautiful in the part of the talented new singer/songwriter that yoochun can't hold grudges. instead, he sits in the quiet of his apartment and writes song after song and doesn't care that it's changmin's name typed after the title of "songwriter" because when changmin comes to get the new songs, yoochun is always rewarded with a lingering kiss and a smile that's always slightly short of genuinely happy.
shiver; jaesu; pg13; 328w
"aren't you cold?" junsu blinks blearily, eyes bloodshot and redrimmed.
he finds jaejoong standing outside on the balcony in nothing but jeans that hang so far off his hips it's a miracle they haven't completely fallen off.
the older man is leaning a hip against the railing and looking up at the night stars, a hand holding a cigarette up to his lips. he turns to look at junsu and junsu feels a clench in his stomach that has nothing to do with him coming off his high, but everything to do with the way jaejoong’s lips are pale red, and the way he glances at junsu out of the corners of eyes completely black in the dim light.
"no. are you? go back in, you get sick like yoochun." he scolds junsu gently, his voice like a mother's while he looks like a porn star with sin at his fingertips.
junsu ignores the gentle command and presses himself to jaejoong's side, fits against him like they were meant to. (they were.) "do you love me?" he asks quietly, a little bit of a joke and a little very serious.
jaejoong blows cigarette smoke into his face with a tiny scowl and junsu bats it away. "sometimes you're so stupid, 'su-ah. no wonder everyone thinks you're an idiot, you ask stupid questions."
junsu just watches him, blinks.
jaejoong sighs. "yes, of course i love you, you idiot." he brushes his free hand over junsu's cheek, and junsu takes it and presses a kiss to the inside of his palm.
jaejoong makes a quiet noise and turns and pushes junsu into the railing, pressing into him with a thigh between his legs. "do i have to show you?" he asks.
junsu bites his bottom lip and nods, eyes wide, laughter in the corners of his mouth.
jaejoong takes a deep inhale of his cigarette and leans forward. he covers junsu's mouth with his and lets the smoke waft through their mouths and junsu can't help but shiver and moan.
love you most; homin, jaemin; pg13; 105w
you know it's all going to shit before you start.
his easy smiles and quick remarks draw you in without ever giving you a chance to breathe in, breathe out.
i love you most, hyung.
he wraps himself around you without trying, you fall into him without the ability to hold back. every sigh he makes at the end of a movie is something you replay at three in the morning.
you let your heart get away from you, a headstart into burning lights.
hyung, this is jaejoong. a soft smile you've never seen before. i wanted you to meet him first, hyung, since i love you the most.
umbrellas with holes; jaemin; r; 313w
jaejoong's eyes hold mysteries and songs and melodies.
changmin reaches out for him in the darkness of the room, and even though his hands wrap around jaejoong's arms, they don't ever really touch.
jaejoong is always inches away.
changmin wonders how it would be to really touch jaejoong. he wonder how much of the passion and life he'd feel if only he could make sense of the way jaejoong holds parts of himself in.
the things jaejoong hides are the things changmin wants to see most.
"why do you always think so much?"
jaejoong's voice is a whisper in the dark, a wisp of breath against changmin's ear as changmin holds jaejoong close to him (as close as he can get is never close enough).
"because i can't figure you out."
changmin slides his fingers through jaejoong's hair and tugs. he's so frustrated inside that he feels he might burst open. he's used to being able to solve through anything. jaejoong is a puzzle and a mystery that he can't solve and it's building up inside of him, the wish that won't come true.
he tugs jaejoong's hair again and jaejoong's mouth falls open and his glass eyes fall closed as his body pushes into changmin's.
"i'm not a puzzle."
changmin can't look up to see jaejoong's face. he's so tired of seeing china doll skin that never breaks, that never shatters. he wants something human again.
"there's nothing for you to figure out about me. it's you. it's always been you."
jaejoong opens his eyes and grabs changmin’s face and pulls him up to look at him.
“it’s always been you.”
he surges up and changmin feels everything breaking inside of him and jaejoong never takes his eyes away and everything around changmin seems to fall to pieces and he realizes that he knows jaejoong better then he knows himself and that it’s jaejoong who doesn’t understand him, it’s jaejoong who’s touches away.
“it’s always been you.”
yet and yet again; homin; r; 286w
"hyung, i need you."
changmin pushes his hips into yunho's, and yunho's breath catches.
the dorm is empty, yoochun at his parents, junsu with hyukjae, jaejoong filming, and the kitchen is just slightly cold and changmin's skin is warm in all the right places.
"hyung, now."
changmin's eyes are bright and dazed and his hands clench and unclench on yunho's hips.
yunho tries very hard not to give in, just as he does every time. he's uncomfortable with the way he falls so easily for changmin's husky voice and his pleading words, every time. he tells himself that he can resist but changmin always wins with his mouth against yunho's skin and his legs around yunho's waist.
he knows it's useless to resist, but he can't help but try every time.
"hyung, fuck me."
changmin breathes into yunho's ear and pushes him against the counter and yunho lets himself fall into him again.
changmin is impatient, his hair curls just slightly around his face as he unbuttons yunho's jeans with steady fingers. yunho memorizes (again and yet again) the flush high on changmin's face as they push into each other.
changmin is never quiet, gasping and moaning and letting out little breaths of yunho's name as they come together (again and yet again), his body straining and his eyes falling closed. in the end, it's yunho who's slumped against changmin's shoulder, breathing harshly, listening to changmin catch his breath quicker than he had any right to.
"hyung, this is the last time, right?"
changmin whispers back yunho's words, the half-hearted words yunho always says to him afterwards. he's smiling, something soft and innocent and deceiving.
yunho nods without looking up from the floor, where changmin's pants are wrapped around his own.
changmin only laughs and disappears into his room.
like summer skies; yoosu; g; 215w
"c'mere, baby," yoochun coos at him, and junsu laughs as he twirls around the room, dancing to music he only hears in his head. he laughs and spins and laughs and spins right into yoochun's arms, his lips finding yoochun's without effort.
"love you," yoochun whispers against his lips. he pulls away and leans into him and their foreheads touch and it's just like every romance movie yoochun's ever seen, ever romance movie yoochun's ever wanted to live.
"you're such a sap, yoochunah," junsu whispers to him, like telling secrets under vast wide skies that will hang onto their every word and try to carry them far far away.
yoochun ducks his head, his curls fall to hide his face and junsu won't ever tell him that he's never looked so beautiful, because it'll make yoochun cry. and no matter what the reason is, junsu's never going to make yoochun cry. "i know," he answers junsu's teasing, looking up and reaching down to curl his fingers with yoochun's. "but i'm your sap?"
junsu laughs. "yeah, my very unoriginal corny sap."
yoochun brightens (like the summer sky after a storm, when you’re driving down a highway road that goes nowhere) and junsu takes him dancing around the room to the tune that only junsu hears, but yoochun feels in his heart.
untitled; jaeblo; pg; 102w
the party after the radio show is loud and full of cussing because it’s held at tablo’s apartment with mithra and tukutz and that means lots of beers and no managers or stylists or fans to see them being ridiculous. tablo watches jaejoong move to the music blasting on the speakers, swaying slowly and dipping his hips and he’s just drunk enough that sliding up to him and wrapping his arms around his tinytinytiny waist sounds like a good idea. when jaejoong grins at him with eyes that are too clear to be drunk and pulls him closer, tablo thinks it’s a great idea.