[hodge podge: exo r2, shinee]
i haven't written anything recently but i was going thru my old documents and i found some cute things i wrote like two years ago sO here u go
xiuhan;
g;
100w;
soccer au
minseok is draped on luhan's back, arms hanging around his chest, and luhan is careful not to jostle minseok's ankle as he readjusts minseok's weight.
minseok turns his head, cheek pressed warm against the polyester of luhan's soccer shirt, and murmurs a soft 'thank you' into the fabric. his fingers are absently curling and uncurling in the material in the front, fire red hair tickling luhan's nose, forehead tucked in the curve of luhan's shoulders as they walk to the car.
he falls asleep before the even get there.
luhan slides him gently into the passenger side, pressing a kiss to the bandage around minseok's already swelling ankle before he buckles him in.
xoxo
xiuyeol;
pg;
650w;
canon;
"hyuuuuuung!"
minseok would know that voice anywhere.
"chany-"
the name is cut off by the horrible squawking sound minseok makes when he's very nearly bowled over by the younger slamming into his side, long arms curling around minseok's waist, gripping tight.
chanyeol reminds minseok of the giant labrador retriever he had as a kid who always thought it was a much smaller dog than it actually was, always trying to climb into five year old minseok's lap as though it wasn't twice as big as him and weighed three times as much.
"chanyeol!" he laughs, hands settling into the thick mass of curls on chanyeol's head, rubbing as though chanyeol actually was a dog.
the way chanyeol presses into the touch doesn't dispute that theory.
"be careful," minseok says, still laughing ever as chanyeol makes a face at him and burrows into his shoulder, fingers laced together and settled naturally at the curve of minseok's slim waist. "you're not exactly small."
chanyeol huffs, the hot air skating over minseok's skin, and minseok smacks at chanyeol's arm half heartedly.
"don't be a brat."
the sound minseok makes when he feels chanyeol's tongue flick out and drag along his neck wetly is embarrassing, crawling its way out from deep in his throat, and he smacks at chanyeol again, ignoring the way he can feel chanyeol's spit drying on his throat and the grin chanyeol's pressed into the curve of his shoulder. his teeth dig in through the thin fabric of minseok's shirt, and minseok tightens his hand in chanyeol's hair warningly.
it does the exact opposite of what he wants, and chanyeol bites hard, minseok's nails digging into chanyeol's scalp in response as he groans.
it's less than a second before minseok is spinning, dragging chanyeol's head down by his hair as he kisses him, biting into his mouth like it's a fight he's determined to win.
minseok knows it's uncomfortable, chanyeol doubled over nearly in half to compensate for the height difference, but minseok curls his free hand around the back of chanyeol's neck and presses up onto his toes to get closer, and chanyeol makes a sound like a moan into minseok's mouth.
chanyeol's fingers snake under minseok's shirt, tracing the line of his ribs, and minseok shivers. that's a weak spot for him and chanyeol knows it.
an immeasurable amount of time passes with them just sharing lazy kisses; they slow down after the first couple of moments, relishing in the fact that they actually have time to go slow.
right up until minseok slides his thumb over the hollow behind chanyeol's ear, pressing his hips forward at the same time, and the gasp chanyeol makes into his mouth slips straight down his throat, settling hot and heavy low in the pit of his stomach.
"yeollie," minseok singsongs, and it's low and teasing as he pulls away -- his neck is aching from the awkward angle, but he can't let chanyeol know or he'll never hear the end of it -- and chanyeol follows, hands reaching for the hem of minseok's shirt to drag him forward for another kiss.
"minseok-ah," is the response, rumble deep in chanyeol's throat, and minseok takes great pleasure in dancing away from his reach, grinning wildly.
"ah-ah," he tsks, waggles his pointer finger and grins at chanyeol. his blood is coursing hot under his skin, his clothes sticking to him where he's begun sweating, but chanyeol looks no better, pupils blown wide with lust and pout settling on his face.
amusement bubbling in his chest, minseok takes one step backwards, and another, and very nearly makes it to the door before chanyeol is stepping forward, eyebrows cocked and looking very confused.
"minseok-ah?"
'where are you going? why aren't we still kissing?' the query floats in the air between them, unspoked but heard, and minseok grins so hard his cheeks are hurting.
"you'll have to catch me first," and he bolts out the door.
xoxo
jongtae;
pg13;
250w;
lol remember when i wrote shinee and i loved jongtae what a good time that was
jonghyun sometimes like to push taemin, because tae is so mild and even tempered and just watches with sharp eyes as jong flirts with key and key smirks but plays along, hands running over jong's skin as he laughs too close to jong's ear
when they get back to the dorm, tae is clinging to minho, curling his arms around the older's boys waist and stuck to him like a second skin
jong watches with wide eyes as tae lets minho very nearly pick him up, arms curling around minho's neck as the older boy drags taemin into the kitchen, poking at his sides and complaining that he's lost weight again, has he been eating at all?
they're very nearly slipped behind the revolving door of the kitchen when jong intercepts them, curling his fingers underneath tae's and dragging him off of minho, ignoring taemin's protest
minho watches with amused eyes as jong drags tae through the dorm, past onew and key on the couch watching some romantic drama that has onew choking down tears and key smacking his arm telling him to stop making so much noise, paying them no mind
the smirk tae gives him when they're finally behind a locked door, tae slammed up against it by jong's hands on his shoulders, makes jong want to smack him
instead, he leans and bites at tae's bottom lip, sucking hard enough to feel it swell beneath his teeth, and he feels tae go limp nearly instantaneously underneath him
xoxo
femseok;
pg13;
100w
office au;
"shit shit shit," minseok hisses, hopping around as she slides on her second heel and tries not to trip over the clothes laying everywhere. her alarm hadn't gone off and she's running almost dreadfully late for her first day of work, which is honestly just her luck.
she's working for one of the biggest attorneys in the country, a job she'd happened upon by pure luck more than anything else, and she mutters curses under her breath when she realizes she can't find her keys.
a hand through her frazzled hair and a rough, "fuck it," before minseok is bolting out the door, hardly even noticing that her stomach is growling and one of the buttons on her blouse is undone.
xiuhan;
g;
100w;
soccer au
minseok is draped on luhan's back, arms hanging around his chest, and luhan is careful not to jostle minseok's ankle as he readjusts minseok's weight.
minseok turns his head, cheek pressed warm against the polyester of luhan's soccer shirt, and murmurs a soft 'thank you' into the fabric. his fingers are absently curling and uncurling in the material in the front, fire red hair tickling luhan's nose, forehead tucked in the curve of luhan's shoulders as they walk to the car.
he falls asleep before the even get there.
luhan slides him gently into the passenger side, pressing a kiss to the bandage around minseok's already swelling ankle before he buckles him in.
xoxo
xiuyeol;
pg;
650w;
canon;
"hyuuuuuung!"
minseok would know that voice anywhere.
"chany-"
the name is cut off by the horrible squawking sound minseok makes when he's very nearly bowled over by the younger slamming into his side, long arms curling around minseok's waist, gripping tight.
chanyeol reminds minseok of the giant labrador retriever he had as a kid who always thought it was a much smaller dog than it actually was, always trying to climb into five year old minseok's lap as though it wasn't twice as big as him and weighed three times as much.
"chanyeol!" he laughs, hands settling into the thick mass of curls on chanyeol's head, rubbing as though chanyeol actually was a dog.
the way chanyeol presses into the touch doesn't dispute that theory.
"be careful," minseok says, still laughing ever as chanyeol makes a face at him and burrows into his shoulder, fingers laced together and settled naturally at the curve of minseok's slim waist. "you're not exactly small."
chanyeol huffs, the hot air skating over minseok's skin, and minseok smacks at chanyeol's arm half heartedly.
"don't be a brat."
the sound minseok makes when he feels chanyeol's tongue flick out and drag along his neck wetly is embarrassing, crawling its way out from deep in his throat, and he smacks at chanyeol again, ignoring the way he can feel chanyeol's spit drying on his throat and the grin chanyeol's pressed into the curve of his shoulder. his teeth dig in through the thin fabric of minseok's shirt, and minseok tightens his hand in chanyeol's hair warningly.
it does the exact opposite of what he wants, and chanyeol bites hard, minseok's nails digging into chanyeol's scalp in response as he groans.
it's less than a second before minseok is spinning, dragging chanyeol's head down by his hair as he kisses him, biting into his mouth like it's a fight he's determined to win.
minseok knows it's uncomfortable, chanyeol doubled over nearly in half to compensate for the height difference, but minseok curls his free hand around the back of chanyeol's neck and presses up onto his toes to get closer, and chanyeol makes a sound like a moan into minseok's mouth.
chanyeol's fingers snake under minseok's shirt, tracing the line of his ribs, and minseok shivers. that's a weak spot for him and chanyeol knows it.
an immeasurable amount of time passes with them just sharing lazy kisses; they slow down after the first couple of moments, relishing in the fact that they actually have time to go slow.
right up until minseok slides his thumb over the hollow behind chanyeol's ear, pressing his hips forward at the same time, and the gasp chanyeol makes into his mouth slips straight down his throat, settling hot and heavy low in the pit of his stomach.
"yeollie," minseok singsongs, and it's low and teasing as he pulls away -- his neck is aching from the awkward angle, but he can't let chanyeol know or he'll never hear the end of it -- and chanyeol follows, hands reaching for the hem of minseok's shirt to drag him forward for another kiss.
"minseok-ah," is the response, rumble deep in chanyeol's throat, and minseok takes great pleasure in dancing away from his reach, grinning wildly.
"ah-ah," he tsks, waggles his pointer finger and grins at chanyeol. his blood is coursing hot under his skin, his clothes sticking to him where he's begun sweating, but chanyeol looks no better, pupils blown wide with lust and pout settling on his face.
amusement bubbling in his chest, minseok takes one step backwards, and another, and very nearly makes it to the door before chanyeol is stepping forward, eyebrows cocked and looking very confused.
"minseok-ah?"
'where are you going? why aren't we still kissing?' the query floats in the air between them, unspoked but heard, and minseok grins so hard his cheeks are hurting.
"you'll have to catch me first," and he bolts out the door.
xoxo
jongtae;
pg13;
250w;
lol remember when i wrote shinee and i loved jongtae what a good time that was
jonghyun sometimes like to push taemin, because tae is so mild and even tempered and just watches with sharp eyes as jong flirts with key and key smirks but plays along, hands running over jong's skin as he laughs too close to jong's ear
when they get back to the dorm, tae is clinging to minho, curling his arms around the older's boys waist and stuck to him like a second skin
jong watches with wide eyes as tae lets minho very nearly pick him up, arms curling around minho's neck as the older boy drags taemin into the kitchen, poking at his sides and complaining that he's lost weight again, has he been eating at all?
they're very nearly slipped behind the revolving door of the kitchen when jong intercepts them, curling his fingers underneath tae's and dragging him off of minho, ignoring taemin's protest
minho watches with amused eyes as jong drags tae through the dorm, past onew and key on the couch watching some romantic drama that has onew choking down tears and key smacking his arm telling him to stop making so much noise, paying them no mind
the smirk tae gives him when they're finally behind a locked door, tae slammed up against it by jong's hands on his shoulders, makes jong want to smack him
instead, he leans and bites at tae's bottom lip, sucking hard enough to feel it swell beneath his teeth, and he feels tae go limp nearly instantaneously underneath him
xoxo
femseok;
pg13;
100w
office au;
"shit shit shit," minseok hisses, hopping around as she slides on her second heel and tries not to trip over the clothes laying everywhere. her alarm hadn't gone off and she's running almost dreadfully late for her first day of work, which is honestly just her luck.
she's working for one of the biggest attorneys in the country, a job she'd happened upon by pure luck more than anything else, and she mutters curses under her breath when she realizes she can't find her keys.
a hand through her frazzled hair and a rough, "fuck it," before minseok is bolting out the door, hardly even noticing that her stomach is growling and one of the buttons on her blouse is undone.