Drabble dump [#2]
For Giselle ;u;
Title: Kiss (x2)
Pairing: Zitao/Kyungsoo, Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: PG
Length: 379 words
Prompt:Tao wants his master's attention but kyungsoo is too preoccupied with jongin to give his catboy attention and a long-awaited cuddling session.
Zitao looks out the window and to his joy he sees no sleek black car in the pathway.
Happily, he walks - no, skips - to his beloved master’s room. He takes in the familiar black framing the door and the welcoming fluffy black head peaking out of the white sheets.
Zitao approaches the lump excitedly, and leaps on it. He missed Kyungsoo carding his fingers through hair and that feeling when he rubbed at the base of his ear. A shiver went through Zitao remembering it.
“Master, I am here for my cuddling session,” Zitao sing songs, his eyes sparkling bright. He straddles the lump beneath him and pulls back the white sheet. “You missed seven in the past-”
He lets out a yelp when he sees Kyungsoo trapped under Jongin’s body.
“Master!” Zitao shouts indignantly.
Kyungsoo blearily blinks his eyelids open and lets out a yawn. “Zitao?”
Jongin snuggles closer to Kyungsoo’s body, like the dumb sloths Zitao sees on television. He peppers Kyungsoo’s lips.
“Kyungsoo,” he murmurs, daring to sneak a smile at Zitao. “Go back to sleep.”
“No, master will not listen to your stupid words,” Zitao says, miffed.
He paws Kyungsoo’s face, softly, missing the feel of his Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo gives him a smile with his eyes now wide open. Kyungsoo’s arm lengthens to the top of his head to give the base of his ears a rub.
Zitao purrs, bending down and laying his head on Kyungsoo’s chest. He thinks about biting on Jongin’s arm so that he could have Kyungsoo all to himself, as Kyungsoo fingers the tips of his ears.
“I love having both of you here with me,” Kyungsoo smiles. He bends down to give a kiss on the tip of Zitao’s nose then gives a peck on Jongin’s lips.
Zitao frowns.
Zitao, snuggles up on half of Kyungsoo’s body and presses his lips on the larger, pink ones. He nips on Kyungsoo’s bottom lip, his chest vibrating as he gives a deep purr.
He feels a whack on the top of his head, and he casts a dark glare at Jongin.
Zitao looks back and focuses on looking at Kyungsoo’s face, paying no mind to the annoyed sounds as he dusts his tail back and forth over Jongin’s face.
Title: Pieces
Pairing: Zitao/Sehun, Zitao/Everyone (??)
Rating: G
Length: 293 words
Prompt: He claims he knows tao, but he can't save tao.
Note - this is all over the place but I needed to get this out of my system ;; idk idk
"Zitao?" Sehun laughed, making sure to show his teeth as much as possible as he let out another cackle.
Sehun put an airy breath as he laughed off every claim the interviewers were placing on Zitao.
This month, Zitao was the victim of the media's amusement, like a play thing they picked out when everything felt "too boring". This time, the interviewer asked about Zitao's tears. If Sehun could honestly tell them the number of reasons behind each droplet, everything would be in a frenzy. Sehun tried a peak of the truth before, and he had ended up the brunt of backlashes to Exo.
Sehun look over at Zitao, giving a signal with a twist of his lips. Zitao's glazed eyes overlooked him and turned to the interviewer, pasting his soft smile. Sehun did a small upturn of his lips at this.
Sehun continued trailing off the next minute about Zitao's constant sleeping habits. The only story he repeated in all conferences for the last two months. Somehow Sehun hoped that something could awake inside Zitao about how wrong things are when he told this story.
There really wasn't anything else Zitao was doing. No matter how many times he took Zitao out for small shopping trips or took selcas with Zitao, it never felt the same as before. Really, it felt like Zitao was marching through duties to please the onlookers. Zitao was wired now by expectations and Sehun didn't know what to do. Nor did the members.
What were they meant to do when Zitao ignored the fact that he was cut into bits and pieces for them to see? They could only pick those pieces up and mold them into the shape they needed Zitao to look that day, but as soon as they went home, he broke apart.