10 Characters Drabble Meme~
Title: Drabbles Meme
Rating: G to PG-13
Fandoms: SS501, Super Junior, TVXQ, BEAST
A/N: Yeah, I'm so working on my homework that's gonna kill me for the last two weeks of school xD;;; Apologizing in advance for BEAST fans, because this is my first time writing them and it probably sucks T_T;; Stolen from renichifreak <3
Step 1: Write down the names of 10 characters.
Step 2: Write a fic of [at least] twenty five words for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. DO NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1- JungMin
2- RyeoWook
3- HyunSeung
4- YooChun
5- YoungSaeng
6- KyuJong
7- YeSung
8- YoSeob
9- DongWoon
10- HyunJoong
1: First time 4&6 (YooChun/KyuJong)
“In here, quickly!”
YooChun helped KyuJong off the ground and into the bus shelter just as a flying garbage can blew right through the spot the other man had occupied a second before. Face pale, KyuJong panted and shivered as they stared at the mayhem on the other side of the glass panes.
“Where are the others?” He asked finally, looking up at the other man through soaked bangs.
YooChun shook his head slowly. “I have no clue.” Checking his phone, he swore softly. “Service is down.”
“My group should be still at the hotel,” KyuJong said slowly, trying to think. “YoungSaeng said he was going to go visit Jae hyung though -“
There was a loud bang as a flying piece of something hit the glass pane on YooChun’s side, the young man shouting in alarm and nearly knocking KyuJong over again.
“I’ve never seen anything like it before,” KyuJong whispered once they were both somewhat composed. “Not in all the times we’ve come to Japan.”
“Me neither,” YooChun admitted.
It was one thing to hear about a strong tsunami, and a whole other to be stuck in the middle of it.
2:Angst 7 (YeSung)
Did they think he was stupid? Did they think he didn’t see the way they laughed at him behind his back?
Fixing his hair for what was surely the hundredth time that morning, JongWoon looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. Then frowned when he saw the smile wasn’t good enough. It didn’t, couldn’t, reach his eyes.
It doesn’t matter what they say, he told himself firmly. I belong here. No matter how much I mess up, or how much they make fun of me, I belong here.
The smile still wouldn’t reach his eyes.
It wasn’t JongWoon they wanted with them. They had no patience for his inner thoughts and emotions while in the middle of a photo shoot, or concert, or interview. They wanted YeSung, the dorky, forever-optimistic YeSung. And yet it was also YeSung they made fun of so readily.
It wasn’t really him…so JongWoon didn’t know why it hurt so badly. It wasn’t really him they were making fun of…it was someone he pretended to be.
It still hurt.
Once his hair was fixed to his satisfaction, YeSung gave the mirror another smile, made perfect through practice, and turned to leave the room.
3: AU 1&8 (JungMin/YoSeob)
In another universe, JungMin and YoSeob would have gotten along perfectly. Both were bright, optimistic, and so hyperactive it took a will of iron not to shove them in a closet and leave them there. Petty issues may faze them but in the situations that really mattered, the ones where all other strength left and those around them slowly broke down, they stood strong like pillars to lean on. Such strong similarities and trains of thought would have made them instant friends, twins perhaps.
Musing over this, HyunJoong blinked as he saw said two members squabbling over something in the corner before splitting off to opposite ends of the room, sending each other dirty glares and stomping their feet. The group leader exchanged an amused glance with DooJoon.
They needed to work through the ‘petty issues’ problem first.
4: Threesome 3,6&9 (HyunSeung/KyuJong/DongWoon)
KyuJong was thoroughly confused when he wound up in BEAST’s living room one night.
“Why am I here?” he asked, blinking at the four members staring at him solemnly.
“We asked around for who’s the best at resolving conflicts, and your name came up so many times we decided why not,” KiKwang explained. If anything, KyuJong became even more confused. “Conflicts?”
“HyunSeung and DongWoon are avoiding each other,” YoSeob announced. “And it’s getting a little frustrating when they can’t even sit next to each other on shows.”
Appearing thoughtful, KyuJong nodded slowly. “Alright…have you asked them about it?”
“DongWoon always says there’s nothing wrong,” KiKwang continued. “And HyunSeung…”
“His answers are too cryptic to figure out,” DooJoon said firmly.
“…Alright…” KyuJong sighed. “I don’t know what you expect me to be able to do, but I’ll give it a try.”
And so for the next few weeks, KyuJong spent all his free time at the BEAST dorms or wherever the younger band happened to be, helping out with their schedules and keeping a close eye on the two members in question. It was true that HyunSeung and DongWoon hardly seemed to talk, and even avoided talking with each other, but as soon as KyuJong saw the pattern it was easy enough to figure out why.
Deciding to confront them about it, he managed to get them both into the same room together.
“Why don’t you both just tell them you’re dating?” He asked, and watched as HyunSeung’s eyes widened and DongWoon jerked.
“How did you…?” HyunSeung started, frowning.
“You always left the dorms around the same time, and returned around the same time, though not together,” KyuJong explained. “You’d look at each other like trying to convey a message. And you’d also slip each other notes when the others weren’t looking.”
“I thought you said you could be subtle with that,” DongWoon asked HyunSeung, who blushed faintly.
“It’s good that you found out though,” he continued, smiling at KyuJong. “We were starting to worry about why you were watching us like that…”
“Hm?” KyuJong blinked.
“We were starting to wonder if you maybe liked us, hyung,” DongWoon said teasingly.
KyuJong flushed a bright red. “W-what makes you think that?”
“The staring. The questions.”
HyunSeung smiled faintly. “Not to mention the looks of jealousy.” The looks both BEAST members shot him made KyuJong squirm.
“I-I think I’m going to go.” KyuJong ran out of the room. Sure he was one of the more perceptive celebrities, but he’d failed to notice that BEAST had two such people of their own.
5: Hurt/Comfort 5&10 (YoungSaeng/HyunJoong)
Stumbling down the dorm hallway to his room and trying not to wake up the others, HyunJoong paused as he heard quiet sniffling from one of the rooms. Exhaustion pulled at him but curiosity won out and he opened the door a crack, peering in.
The second his head poked around the edge of the door the sniffling stopped, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was. HyungJoon was fast asleep in the corner and lightly snoring, and the only other member in the room was YoungSaeng, who was too quiet at that moment. Like he was holding his breath.
Padding into the room, he sat down on the edge of the otter’s bed and pulled the comforter down slightly from the other man’s face, revealing tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. YoungSaeng blinked up at him, another tear following even as the leader watched.
Giving a faint sigh, HyunJoong scooted onto the bed beside YoungSaeng, knees drawn up to his chest. Wordlessly YoungSaeng did the same, leaning lightly against HyunJoong’s shoulder. There was a long silence, punctured only by Baby’s snores.
“I dreamt the tumor came back,” YoungSaeng whispered finally, one hand going to his throat. “I…I couldn’t speak. And everyone kicked me out of the group. Replaced me.”
HyunJoong ran one hand lightly through the younger man’s soft black hair, the hand slipping down to his back and rubbing gently. YoungSaeng held back another sob, biting at his lower lip.
“If we can’t have you as a lead singer,” HyunJoong said finally, carefully. “Then we won’t have a lead singer at all.”
YoungSaeng blinked up at him, a few more tears falling. After what seemed like ages a smile appeared on his face and he rested his head back on HyunJoong’s shoulder.
He would never be replaced.
6: Crack 1 (JungMin)
Hushed whispers and giggles filled the early morning silence. There was the quiet whisper of movement and silhouettes against the rising sun. Not that the young man fast asleep on the bed could hear or see any of this; his trademark panda blindfold and ear inserts keeping his world black and silent.
Stirring slightly when he felt something tickling his open palm, JungMin turned his head to one side and ignored it. Then the tickling sensation came back, this time on his cheek. The sensation went down his chin and throat, then back up, staying on the tip of his nose.
Twitching, JungMin turned his head again in annoyance, but the tickling was persistent. And very annoying. Finally he lifted his hand and swatted at it to get whatever it was to leave him alone.
A yelp escaped the young man when something cold, wet and foamy landed on his face from his hand. Coughing, he yanked off his blindfold and stared at the white cream on his hand before trying to wipe the sticky stuff off his face.
Looking up, he was just in time to see HyungJoon, YoungSaeng and KyuJong run out of the room as fast as their legs could carry them. “Yah!”
As soon as he got the whipping cream off his face, someone was taking an unexpected, cold shower.
7: Horror 10 (HyunJoong)
Something wasn’t right. The dorm…it was quiet. Too quiet.
“YoungSaeng?” He called as he walked in, keys in one hand and bag in the other. “KyuJong? JungMin?” There was no sign of anyone. Closing the door, he listened. “HyungJoon?”
Maybe they were all out. He didn’t remember any of them having a schedule today though…
They must have gone out, the leader reasoned as he walked down the hallway. It had been a while since they’d had any free time.
Padding into the kitchen for a glass of water, HyunJoong stopped when he saw glass on the floor. Looking up, his gaze landed on the broken window, the frame torn right out of the hole and glass everywhere. It was large enough for someone to get inside if they were determined.
Suddenly wary of the silence, HyunJoong left the kitchen and looked around. Robbers? He didn’t hear anything, which meant they must have left already. It was good no one else was home…
Looking around for anything that might have been stolen, he walked into one of the bedrooms. A strangled shout burst from his lips as he fell backwards, landing hard on the wooden floor. He couldn’t look away, wide eyes staring at the destruction of the room, chairs broken and comforters torn open, feathers white against the red staining the floor. So much red...
Torn skin, unmoving limbs, staring eyes.
They had been home after all.
8: Baby Fic 5&9 (YoungSaeng/DongWoon)
Walking down the street, YoungSaeng paused when he saw a half-familiar person turn the corner up ahead, pushing a stroller around. Squinting, he blinked when he recognized the BEAST member, walking over. “DongWoon ah!”
The younger man looked up. “YoungSaeng hyung,” he greeted with a smile.
There was a small wail from the inside of the stroller and YoungSaeng jumped. “Um, DongWoon ah…why are you pushing around a baby?” He’d thought at first it was for a show, but there were no cameras and the sound coming from the carriage was far too real.
DongWoon laughed and pulled the top open, revealing a baby girl dressed head to toe in pink. “She’s mine for the day…her mother’s busy,” he explained.
“She did a good job of choosing you then,” YoungSaeng said. “The rest of your band seems a little…”
“Wired?” DongWoon grinned. “I could say the same for yours. I guess she thought the magnae would be good with the baby?”
“You don’t act like a magnae,” YoungSaeng told him.
“You don’t look like the second oldest,” DongWoon pointed out in return.
“I feel like the second oldest,” YoungSaeng sighed, then paused. “Scratch that, oldest. HyunJoong’s as much of a kid as the rest of them.”
DongWoon laughed at that. “Hey, I was just heading back to the dorms…why don’t you come back with me? She seems to like you.” The baby girl was blinking up at YoungSaeng curiously, holding one tiny hand out. YoungSaeng slowly held his hand out as well, and watched as her tiny fingers curled around his little finger.
A bright smile lit his face. “I’d like that.”
9: Dark 2&8 (RyeoWook/YoSeob)
It had been 3 days since strange, masked men had stormed the SM building and taken all those present as hostages.
Shivering in the darkness of one of the sound rooms, RyeoWook drew his legs up to his chest and tried to think of something else. They had separated everyone, locking them up in different soundproof rooms. The last thing RyeoWook could remember before being manhandled into his makeshift prison was HeeChul swearing and ChangMin shouting. Then the door had closed, and he had heard nothing for three days.
Food was occasionally shoved into the room before the door was shut again so he wasn’t starving to death, but he was still overrun with worry. What was going to happen now? What did they want? Wasn’t the police trying to do something about this?
Jerking when he heard scratching from the door and the doorknob rattling, RyeoWook pressed himself farther into the corner. The men scared him quite frankly. He’d tried to ambush them and escape and had been shot in the leg for his troubles. Pain shot up the limb at the reminder. It was probably infected; he hadn’t been able to bind it properly.
The door opened a minute later and a blonde head peeked around the corner. “Psst! Who’s in here?” It wasn’t one of their captors. Eyes widening, RyeoWook slowly got to his feet using the wall as support. “Who are you?” It was then he noticed the hallway on the other side of the door was black too.
The man walked inside, and squinting through the darkness RyeoWook was able to put a face to the voice. “Y…Yang YoSeob?”
The blonde flashed a grin. “The police were doing nothing, so we cut the power and snuck in.” Behind him RyeoWook could see figures running through the hallways and whispered voices. He could put names to those voices now.
KiKwang. Joon. HyungShik. MinHyuk.
“New bands save old,” YoSeob laughed, and went to help RyeoWook when the other man stumbled. “Now let’s get you out of here.”
10: Romance 4&7 (YooChun/YeSung)
YeSung coughed into his sleeve, sniffling. “Being sick sucks,” he muttered, then sneezed.
“Which is why you need to get better,” YooChun insisted, holding out a spoon of the soup.
YeSung eyed him from over his sleeve, eyes feverish. “Why are you here again?”
“I heard you were sick and came to visit,” the other man explained patiently for the tenth time. “Especially since there’s no one else here capable of taking care of you.”
“I can take care of myself,” YeSung mumbled, and sneezed again.
“Sure you can.” The spoon tapped against his lower lip. Grumbling, YeSung opened his mouth and accepted the offering.
He got a few more spoonfuls in before he couldn’t take any more. Putting the bowl aside, YooChun made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. “Want me to sing to you?”
“Sure,” YeSung murmured, closing his eyes. The other man started to sing, and his thoughts drifted as he slipped into sleep.
“You know, your romantic notions are wasted on him,” SungMin commented from the doorway. “He’s thicker than cement.”
YooChun smiled fondly, watching YeSung sleep his fever off. “I know. Maybe one day he’ll figure it out.”
11: Death Fic 2&3 (RyeoWook/HyunSeung)
A car accident.
Swallowing thickly, RyeoWook got out of his car and ran towards the scene, praying everyone was all right. Visions of KyuHyun in the hospital flashed through his mind. Who was it this time? Why did things like this happen?
Pushing his way through the crowd, RyeoWook gasped and stopped when he saw the black van, it’s side dented in by the force of the collision and on its side. Running up to the van, he managed to hoist himself up enough to reach the door, pulling it open.
A soft groan met his ears and he pushed himself up further so he could dangle over the open door and look inside. The sight made him feel ill. There were six people inside, some held by seatbelts and some not. Some obviously weren’t going to be getting up again. Glass and blood was strewn across the inside of the vehicle.
There was another soft moan and RyeoWook’s gaze landed on the only man moving. “Hey, can you stand?” He asked, voice shaking. The other man opened his eyes and blinked up at him, then blanched when he saw the bodies around him. “Oh god…” he started to shake.
“Stay with me,” RyeoWook whispered, reaching down until his fingertips brushed the man’s shoulder. “You’ll be alright, okay?” The other man nodded, lips pressed firmly together.
RyeoWook stayed there, half dangling inside the van, until the ambulance arrived. He watched as they pulled the sole survivor out. The man was crying for the loss of his friends, dirt and blood staining his face and body as he was loaded onto a stetcher.
“Don’t go,” the man murmured, eyes closing as he shivered violently.
“Wouldn’t think of it,” RyeoWook said reassuringly. He climbed into the ambulance beside him and listened to the screech of the sirens as they headed to the hospital.
12: AU 8&9 (YoSeob/DongWoon)
It was just another mission. Just like all the others that he’d been sent on since he was old enough to point a gun and not shoot his own foot off. It shouldn’t mean so much.
But it did, and solely because the one DongWoon was aiming the gun at this time was one of his best friends.
“What are you waiting for?” YoSeob asked him, expression blank. “You came here to kill me, didn’t you?”
His position in BEAST was only an elaborate ruse, decided to get him closer to this one individual. He’d played the part well.
A bit too well.
“I did,” DongWoon said firmly, but his eyes were tormented.
He never found out why they wanted Yang YoSeob dead. He suspected it was more for something the man’s family did, not him. He was just the target of a fit of revenge.
“Then why don’t you?” YoSeob shifted forward, challenging him, his shirt brushing against the cold metal of the barrel. “Come on DongWoon ah…kill me.”
His hands shook.
“Kill me!”
“I can’t!” DongWoon burst out, the gun dropping from his fingers. “I can’t,” he whispered through numb lips and YoSeob pulled him into a warm embrace, holding the child assassin close and running a hand through his hair as he cried.
13: Dark 4&3(YooChun/HyunSeung)
Blinking through the inky blackness backstage, HyunSeung wandered blindly from room to room. Of course they’d be just coming off stage and the power would go out. The others had gone he had no idea where and he’d been left behind. “Hello?” he called. Where had everyone gone?
His foot snagged on something and he fell with a gasp, landing on a body. “Oof,” grunted the person, and pushed him up slightly. HyunSeung scrambled off and watched as whomever it was took out his cell phone and flicked it open, the small amount of light revealing him to be Park YooChun.
“…oh.” HyunSeung blinked, wondering what YooChun was doing backstage here anyways. “Um…sorry…did you happen to see where my band members went?”
YooChun shook his head. “No, or they probably would have tripped over me like you did.”
“Why are you…” HyunSeung trailed off, unsure.
Picking up on the question, YooChun smiled sheepishly. “Living with four other guys for five years, I figured out the best way to find any of them when it’s dark like this is to sit down and wait for them to trip over you. You’d be surprised how often it happens.”
HyunSeung blinked at that. “…okay…” He didn’t understand the reasoning, but slowly shifted so that his own legs were sprawled across the corridor as YooChun closed his phone, all light disappearing.
If he had doubted YooChun’s logic, he took it back when ten seconds later YoSeob went sprawling, shortly followed by KiKwang and JunHyung at the same time. DooJoon stared, DongWoon coughed into his hand, YooChun laughed and HyunSeung flailed from the bottom of the pile before breaking out into laughter as well.
14: Threesome 5,7,&1 (YoungSaeng/YeSung/JungMin)
“I should be his boyfriend!”
“No, I should be his boyfriend!”
YoungSaeng gave an exasperated sigh, lying down on his bed and closing his eyes. “Wake me up when it’s over.”
“Saengie, this is serious!” JungMin whined. “He’s trying to push his way between us!”
“Who’s trying to push between who?” YeSung retorted. “I knew him before you did! He roomed with me!”
“Who’s rooming with him now then?”
“The connecting room doesn’t count!”
“I bet I could be a better boyfriend for him than you ever could,” JungMin replied firmly, eyes narrowed.
“Prove it then!” YeSung snapped back.
“I will!”
YoungSaeng yelped as he was suddenly pulled upright, eyes snapping open. “Hey! Don't drag me into your insane ideas!” Any further protest was cut off by JungMin’s lips pressed against his. Squirming, he felt YeSung’s hands slip under his shirt.
He was never letting YeSung and JungMin stay in the same room together ever again.
15: Amnesia 2&10 (RyeoWook/HyunJoong)
Nox!verse
They were still kids the first time RyeoWook crawled into HyunJoong’s bed late at night, sniffling and shaking after yet another nightmare. It always took forever for HyunJoong to wake up, but once he was awake he wasted no time in assuring his little brother that he was safe.
“I’m sorry,” RyeoWook whispered finally, voice still barely existent as it had been since he ran into his real father. “I should stop.”
“Hey, I told you already it’s alright,” the older boy murmured, messing up RyeoWook’s hair. “We’re brothers, we look after each other.”
“We’re…not really brothers…”
HyunJoong flicked the tip of the other boy’s nose. “Do you have amnesia? You’ve been with us for years, much longer than you were with that creep of a vampire. You’re part of our family, and you’re my brother. Blood means nothing. Alright?”
RyeoWook sniffled and nodded, smiling shakily. “Thank you, hyung…”
He was finally able to sleep soundly after that. Years later, RyeoWook waved goodbye to his hyung as he boarded the bus back to Busan, taking a seat near the back. Curling up in the seat, he considered everything he’d just been told about what his hyung was now and smiled faintly.
Getting out his cell phone, he typed out a small text to HyunJoong.
[text] Did you catch amnesia, hyung? Blood means nothing. We’ll always be brothers.
16: Hurt/Comfort 8&5 (YoSeob/YoungSaeng)
It was rare he ran into BEAST everywhere he went, so YoungSaeng found it strange when he was suddenly bumping into them several times a day. He wasn’t the only one either, from how KyuJong ran back into the dorms one night and hid out in his room until dawn.
Even so, there was one member of the group he’d yet to run into: YoSeob.
It was only a matter of time though.
Rubbing his eyes as he wandered around Music Bank’s backstage waiting for their turn on, he paused when he saw a figure curled up in the corner of one of the prop rooms. Upon closer inspection, he found it was the missing BEAST member.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on stage in a few minutes?” He questioned quietly, walking into the room. There was no reaction from the other man. Had he fallen asleep?
Padding over to wake the other man up, he paused when YoSeob looked up at him, eyes clearly glistening in the half-darkness. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.
YoungSaeng’s gaze softened immediately, the curled up fetal position and teary gaze bringing back memories of their own debut. The fear of being overrun by groups with more fame than them, the fear of being pushed aside before they really had the chance to prove themselves.
Crouching down, he caught the other man’s gaze and held it. “You can do this,” he said firmly.
“I can’t.” YoSeob shook his head. “There’s just too many new bands coming out now, how are we supposed to stand out? People were comparing us to MBLAQ our whole debut, and now…now we’re just another face in the crowd.”
YoungSaeng sighed and blew his bangs out of his face. Pausing, he listened and smiled. “Then what’s that I hear?”
They both fell silent, and through the noise of backstage, managers and directors shouting for order…there was chanting.
Chanting for a very specific band.
YoungSaeng smiled at the look on YoSeob’s face. “It doesn’t sound like they’re calling any other band to me.” He nodded slowly.
“You’ll find your own niche here,” YoungSaeng continued, standing and dusting off his jeans. “I think BEAST already has, actually. They won’t toss you out before you have a chance to start…as long as you don’t give up before you have a chance to start.”
He offered a hand and YoSeob took it, the older man pulling him to his feet. “Thanks,” YoSeob said, smiling again.
“YOSEOB!”
Five voices echoed down the hallways as the others searched for their missing band member. YoungSaeng looked at the blonde in amusement. “Go,” he ushered, and YoSeob ran out of the room to get ready. YoungSaeng followed him out slowly, but headed in the other direction.
“What did you tell him?”
Glancing beside him at HyunJoong, YoungSaeng smiled and shrugged lightly. “The same thing you told me.” He didn’t miss the grin that flashed across the older man’s face as they went to find the rest of their own band, the sound of chanting echoing through the hallway and vibrating the floor under their feet.
17: Crack 9&4 (DongWoon/YooChun)
The first thing DongWoon saw when he walked into a little-known and empty noodle soup late one Thursday was Park YooChun sitting by himself in the corner of the room, staring at the wall with a morose expression.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” he spoke up, sliding into the seat across from him. YooChun blinked, glancing at him, then smiled faintly. “Just going over a few things…”
It was easy to tell the older man hadn’t been getting much sleep, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. The controversy and law suits were taking their toll.
DongWoon ordered fried black bean noodles when the waitress came by, YooChun getting buckwheat noodles in a cold broth. Absently playing with the black noodles when they arrived, DongWoon tried to think of some way he could get the sad expression off the older singer’s face.
It only took thinking about his crazy bandmates and the incident earlier that morning to figure out how.
Completely not paying attention, YooChun yelped when black bean noodles hit him in the face. Blinking at them as they dropped to the table and running one hand over his face, feeling the black bean sauce sticky on his skin, he stared at the younger singer who was innocently eating his noodles.
The second YooChun looked away though, another noodle whacked the side of his face and got stuck in his hair.
Watching the younger man, he frowned. DongWoon glanced up, met his gaze, smiled and kept eating.
It wasn’t long until a piece of kimchi sent down his shirt with surprising accuracy made the younger singer yelp and nearly fall off his seat.
A full-blown food fight broke out then, and DongWoon was faintly aware of the waitress filming them but he didn’t care. YooChun laughed, voice husky as he tried to avoid DongWoon’s attempts to get noodles down his shirt in retaliation. The fight only came to an end when YooChun upended his entire bowl of broth on the younger man’s head.
Gasping for breath and staring at each other, YooChun glanced around them at the food all over the place, then at his soggy dongsaeng.
“ChangMin would have killed us for wasting all this food,” he said, and both of them burst into long and uncontrollable laughter.
18: Genderswap 1&6 (JungMin/KyuJong)
They should have expected it by now. It seemed to be a tradition for anti-fans to send unsuspecting celebrities weird concoctions that would drastically alter their appearances.
Still, they didn’t think JungMin would be stupid enough to actually drink it.
Folding her arms across her chest (suddenly doubled in size), she gave her best death glare to the two members rolling on the floor in hysterics. “Feel free to shut the hell up and turn me back any time now,” she hissed.
“We can’t turn you back,” YoungSaeng explained, the corners of his lips quirked upwards. To his credit he hadn’t joined their leader and magnae on the floor, probably because a similar situation had happened to him last year. “You’ll have to wait for it to wear off.”
“It takes too long!” JungMin snapped. “I could be like this for months!”
“Look at it this way,” the lead singer continued reassuringly. “You look much better as a girl than we thought you’d be.”
“He has the bitchy personality to go with it,” HyunJoong finally joined in when he could breathe again. JungMin kicked him in the stomach.
KyuJong wordlessly got up and walked away. The four fell silent (JungMin ceasing her attempt to prevent HyunJoong from ever having children) and watched as the young man’s bedroom door closed behind him. They exchanged glances; HyungJoon, HyunJoong and YoungSaeng’s knowing, and JungMin’s confused.
“What’s up with him?” JungMin huffed, giving HyunJoong a final kick before sitting back and pouting at the opposite wall.
“Maybe he thinks you make for an ugly girl.” HyungJoon snickered.
As expected, she puffed up like a blowfish. “YAH! I am not ugly! I can be in SNSD if I wanted to! That asshole, I’ll show him!” With that JungMin got up and stomped off after KyuJong. Opening the door and slamming it behind her, she glared at the surprised Center. “You think I’m ugly?”
“…What?”
“You think I can’t be a girl!” JungMin marched up to him and jabbed her finger against his chest. “Well I have news for you, YoungSaeng isn’t the only one here who can cross-dress and act pretty, I can make a damn sexy girl if I wanted to and that includes in mini-skirts and bikinis and nu-mph!“
KyuJong pressed one hand over her mouth to shut her up. “No biting,” he said firmly when she glared. “I never said you make a bad girl. Actually, I think you make a much better girl than any of us anticipated.” Red spread across his cheeks. “I…like seeing you like this, alright?”
When she didn’t bite or kick him, he cautiously removed his hand. JungMin stared up at him through messy red bangs.
“…oh. Well, then I guess that’s alright… YAH! Does that mean you like me more as a girl than a guy?!?”
“I don’t know why I bother reasoning with you,” KyuJong told her seriously before crushing their lips together.
19: First Time 2&7 (RyeoWook/YeSung)
HeeChul snickered, eyes dancing. “You’re serious? You’re still a virgin?”
YeSung sputtered at him, face going red. “Wh-where did you hear that?”
“A little birdie told me,” the other man said innocently. YeSung whirled around and glared at SungMin, who ‘eeped’ and hid in the kitchen.
“So what’s up with that?” HeeChul gave a grin scarily similar to the Chesire cat. “Can’t get laid?”
“I’m waiting for the right person,” YeSung announced.
“YeSung can’t get laid~” HeeChul shouted in a sing-songy voice.
“Hey, stop!” The other man flailed around even more. “I so can,” he huffed.
“No you can’t,” HeeChul smirked.
“Can to!”
“Prove it.”
“Hyungdeul, what are you shouting about?” RyeoWook came out of the kitchen, blinking. “And why is SungMin hiding?” He shrank back when YeSung turned and fixed him with a piercing look. “What?”
YeSung jumped to his feet. “I’ll prove it,” he told HeeChul firmly and walked up to RyeoWook, grabbing the shorter man’s wrist and towed him along the hallway despite the younger’s protests. “What? Hyung, dinner’s cooking, what are you-“
The door closing behind them shut out HeeChul’s howling laughter.
20: Angst 3&8 (HyunSeung/YoSeob)
“What do you think you’re doing?!?”
The shocked cry made HyunSeung flinch away, backing up. The other man marched forward and took the sharp razor out of his hands, his fingers bleeding.
They weren’t the only things bleeding though, and that was what scared YoSeob the most.
Grabbing his band mate’s hand, YoSeob dragged him out of the bathroom and to the closet where the first aid kit was, practically knocking everything else off the shelves in his haste to reach it. No one else was in the dorms, all of them out on schedules.
HyunSeung had thought YoSeob was out as well, but apparently he was wrong.
Yanking out rolls of gauze and antiseptic, YoSeob sat HyunSeung down and began to clean the cuts on his arms with a sort of panicked efficiency. Once that was done he started to bandage them up, tightly so the bleeding would stop, ranting all the while about why HyunSeung would do something like this in the first place.
HyunSeung didn’t realize he was crying until drops of wetness landed on his jeans, soaking into the fabric. Blinking, he shut his eyes to stop the tears from showing. YoSeob’s hands left his arms, and for a long moment he couldn’t feel anything.
Then warm arms wrapped around him and HyunSeung felt a strong body pull him into a hug. “We’ll get through this, alright?” YoSeob murmured, the words slightly awkward but heartfelt and HyunSeung couldn’t help but smile in hope.
21: Babyfic 1 (JungMin)
Continuation of gender-switch fic
“You’re WHAT?!?!”
All four members stared at a beaming JungMin in shock. When the girl finally turned back into a guy a week ago they’d thought their problems were over.
“You can’t be serious,” Baby said dizzily before spinning around and collapsing face-first into the couch.
HyunJoong cast KyuJong a curious look, the Center looking as shell-shocked as the rest of them. “You had no idea about this?” KyuJong shook his head hard.
“How can you not know?” HyungJoon whined into the couch. “You’re the one screwi-” He yelped when HyunJoong kicked him off the couch.
“We need medical advice.” Once again, YoungSaeng was the one taking the situation calmly. “It would be one thing if you were still a girl, but you’re not anymore so it could be dangerous…”
“Will be dangerous,” HyunJoong corrected.
“And we get to go shopping for new clothes!” JungMin told KyuJong happily. The other man stared at him in horror.
“If the managers thought him turning into a girl was bad, wait until they hear about this,” YoungSaeng mused.
“I am going to go to sleep and wake up and this will all be a bad dream,” KyuJong announced firmly, walking out of the kitchen and retreating to his room.
Baby picked himself up from the floor. HyunJoong and YoungSaeng looked at JungMin in amusement. “I didn’t think he’d actually fall for it,” their leader said.
“I did,” YoungSaeng announced, sticking one hand out. “Pay up.”
JungMin snickered as HyunJoong fished out his wallet. Having an extremely gullible boyfriend was just too much fun.
Rating: G to PG-13
Fandoms: SS501, Super Junior, TVXQ, BEAST
A/N: Yeah, I'm so working on my homework that's gonna kill me for the last two weeks of school xD;;; Apologizing in advance for BEAST fans, because this is my first time writing them and it probably sucks T_T;; Stolen from renichifreak <3
Step 1: Write down the names of 10 characters.
Step 2: Write a fic of [at least] twenty five words for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. DO NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1- JungMin
2- RyeoWook
3- HyunSeung
4- YooChun
5- YoungSaeng
6- KyuJong
7- YeSung
8- YoSeob
9- DongWoon
10- HyunJoong
1: First time 4&6 (YooChun/KyuJong)
“In here, quickly!”
YooChun helped KyuJong off the ground and into the bus shelter just as a flying garbage can blew right through the spot the other man had occupied a second before. Face pale, KyuJong panted and shivered as they stared at the mayhem on the other side of the glass panes.
“Where are the others?” He asked finally, looking up at the other man through soaked bangs.
YooChun shook his head slowly. “I have no clue.” Checking his phone, he swore softly. “Service is down.”
“My group should be still at the hotel,” KyuJong said slowly, trying to think. “YoungSaeng said he was going to go visit Jae hyung though -“
There was a loud bang as a flying piece of something hit the glass pane on YooChun’s side, the young man shouting in alarm and nearly knocking KyuJong over again.
“I’ve never seen anything like it before,” KyuJong whispered once they were both somewhat composed. “Not in all the times we’ve come to Japan.”
“Me neither,” YooChun admitted.
It was one thing to hear about a strong tsunami, and a whole other to be stuck in the middle of it.
2:Angst 7 (YeSung)
Did they think he was stupid? Did they think he didn’t see the way they laughed at him behind his back?
Fixing his hair for what was surely the hundredth time that morning, JongWoon looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. Then frowned when he saw the smile wasn’t good enough. It didn’t, couldn’t, reach his eyes.
It doesn’t matter what they say, he told himself firmly. I belong here. No matter how much I mess up, or how much they make fun of me, I belong here.
The smile still wouldn’t reach his eyes.
It wasn’t JongWoon they wanted with them. They had no patience for his inner thoughts and emotions while in the middle of a photo shoot, or concert, or interview. They wanted YeSung, the dorky, forever-optimistic YeSung. And yet it was also YeSung they made fun of so readily.
It wasn’t really him…so JongWoon didn’t know why it hurt so badly. It wasn’t really him they were making fun of…it was someone he pretended to be.
It still hurt.
Once his hair was fixed to his satisfaction, YeSung gave the mirror another smile, made perfect through practice, and turned to leave the room.
3: AU 1&8 (JungMin/YoSeob)
In another universe, JungMin and YoSeob would have gotten along perfectly. Both were bright, optimistic, and so hyperactive it took a will of iron not to shove them in a closet and leave them there. Petty issues may faze them but in the situations that really mattered, the ones where all other strength left and those around them slowly broke down, they stood strong like pillars to lean on. Such strong similarities and trains of thought would have made them instant friends, twins perhaps.
Musing over this, HyunJoong blinked as he saw said two members squabbling over something in the corner before splitting off to opposite ends of the room, sending each other dirty glares and stomping their feet. The group leader exchanged an amused glance with DooJoon.
They needed to work through the ‘petty issues’ problem first.
4: Threesome 3,6&9 (HyunSeung/KyuJong/DongWoon)
KyuJong was thoroughly confused when he wound up in BEAST’s living room one night.
“Why am I here?” he asked, blinking at the four members staring at him solemnly.
“We asked around for who’s the best at resolving conflicts, and your name came up so many times we decided why not,” KiKwang explained. If anything, KyuJong became even more confused. “Conflicts?”
“HyunSeung and DongWoon are avoiding each other,” YoSeob announced. “And it’s getting a little frustrating when they can’t even sit next to each other on shows.”
Appearing thoughtful, KyuJong nodded slowly. “Alright…have you asked them about it?”
“DongWoon always says there’s nothing wrong,” KiKwang continued. “And HyunSeung…”
“His answers are too cryptic to figure out,” DooJoon said firmly.
“…Alright…” KyuJong sighed. “I don’t know what you expect me to be able to do, but I’ll give it a try.”
And so for the next few weeks, KyuJong spent all his free time at the BEAST dorms or wherever the younger band happened to be, helping out with their schedules and keeping a close eye on the two members in question. It was true that HyunSeung and DongWoon hardly seemed to talk, and even avoided talking with each other, but as soon as KyuJong saw the pattern it was easy enough to figure out why.
Deciding to confront them about it, he managed to get them both into the same room together.
“Why don’t you both just tell them you’re dating?” He asked, and watched as HyunSeung’s eyes widened and DongWoon jerked.
“How did you…?” HyunSeung started, frowning.
“You always left the dorms around the same time, and returned around the same time, though not together,” KyuJong explained. “You’d look at each other like trying to convey a message. And you’d also slip each other notes when the others weren’t looking.”
“I thought you said you could be subtle with that,” DongWoon asked HyunSeung, who blushed faintly.
“It’s good that you found out though,” he continued, smiling at KyuJong. “We were starting to worry about why you were watching us like that…”
“Hm?” KyuJong blinked.
“We were starting to wonder if you maybe liked us, hyung,” DongWoon said teasingly.
KyuJong flushed a bright red. “W-what makes you think that?”
“The staring. The questions.”
HyunSeung smiled faintly. “Not to mention the looks of jealousy.” The looks both BEAST members shot him made KyuJong squirm.
“I-I think I’m going to go.” KyuJong ran out of the room. Sure he was one of the more perceptive celebrities, but he’d failed to notice that BEAST had two such people of their own.
5: Hurt/Comfort 5&10 (YoungSaeng/HyunJoong)
Stumbling down the dorm hallway to his room and trying not to wake up the others, HyunJoong paused as he heard quiet sniffling from one of the rooms. Exhaustion pulled at him but curiosity won out and he opened the door a crack, peering in.
The second his head poked around the edge of the door the sniffling stopped, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out who it was. HyungJoon was fast asleep in the corner and lightly snoring, and the only other member in the room was YoungSaeng, who was too quiet at that moment. Like he was holding his breath.
Padding into the room, he sat down on the edge of the otter’s bed and pulled the comforter down slightly from the other man’s face, revealing tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. YoungSaeng blinked up at him, another tear following even as the leader watched.
Giving a faint sigh, HyunJoong scooted onto the bed beside YoungSaeng, knees drawn up to his chest. Wordlessly YoungSaeng did the same, leaning lightly against HyunJoong’s shoulder. There was a long silence, punctured only by Baby’s snores.
“I dreamt the tumor came back,” YoungSaeng whispered finally, one hand going to his throat. “I…I couldn’t speak. And everyone kicked me out of the group. Replaced me.”
HyunJoong ran one hand lightly through the younger man’s soft black hair, the hand slipping down to his back and rubbing gently. YoungSaeng held back another sob, biting at his lower lip.
“If we can’t have you as a lead singer,” HyunJoong said finally, carefully. “Then we won’t have a lead singer at all.”
YoungSaeng blinked up at him, a few more tears falling. After what seemed like ages a smile appeared on his face and he rested his head back on HyunJoong’s shoulder.
He would never be replaced.
6: Crack 1 (JungMin)
Hushed whispers and giggles filled the early morning silence. There was the quiet whisper of movement and silhouettes against the rising sun. Not that the young man fast asleep on the bed could hear or see any of this; his trademark panda blindfold and ear inserts keeping his world black and silent.
Stirring slightly when he felt something tickling his open palm, JungMin turned his head to one side and ignored it. Then the tickling sensation came back, this time on his cheek. The sensation went down his chin and throat, then back up, staying on the tip of his nose.
Twitching, JungMin turned his head again in annoyance, but the tickling was persistent. And very annoying. Finally he lifted his hand and swatted at it to get whatever it was to leave him alone.
A yelp escaped the young man when something cold, wet and foamy landed on his face from his hand. Coughing, he yanked off his blindfold and stared at the white cream on his hand before trying to wipe the sticky stuff off his face.
Looking up, he was just in time to see HyungJoon, YoungSaeng and KyuJong run out of the room as fast as their legs could carry them. “Yah!”
As soon as he got the whipping cream off his face, someone was taking an unexpected, cold shower.
7: Horror 10 (HyunJoong)
Something wasn’t right. The dorm…it was quiet. Too quiet.
“YoungSaeng?” He called as he walked in, keys in one hand and bag in the other. “KyuJong? JungMin?” There was no sign of anyone. Closing the door, he listened. “HyungJoon?”
Maybe they were all out. He didn’t remember any of them having a schedule today though…
They must have gone out, the leader reasoned as he walked down the hallway. It had been a while since they’d had any free time.
Padding into the kitchen for a glass of water, HyunJoong stopped when he saw glass on the floor. Looking up, his gaze landed on the broken window, the frame torn right out of the hole and glass everywhere. It was large enough for someone to get inside if they were determined.
Suddenly wary of the silence, HyunJoong left the kitchen and looked around. Robbers? He didn’t hear anything, which meant they must have left already. It was good no one else was home…
Looking around for anything that might have been stolen, he walked into one of the bedrooms. A strangled shout burst from his lips as he fell backwards, landing hard on the wooden floor. He couldn’t look away, wide eyes staring at the destruction of the room, chairs broken and comforters torn open, feathers white against the red staining the floor. So much red...
Torn skin, unmoving limbs, staring eyes.
They had been home after all.
8: Baby Fic 5&9 (YoungSaeng/DongWoon)
Walking down the street, YoungSaeng paused when he saw a half-familiar person turn the corner up ahead, pushing a stroller around. Squinting, he blinked when he recognized the BEAST member, walking over. “DongWoon ah!”
The younger man looked up. “YoungSaeng hyung,” he greeted with a smile.
There was a small wail from the inside of the stroller and YoungSaeng jumped. “Um, DongWoon ah…why are you pushing around a baby?” He’d thought at first it was for a show, but there were no cameras and the sound coming from the carriage was far too real.
DongWoon laughed and pulled the top open, revealing a baby girl dressed head to toe in pink. “She’s mine for the day…her mother’s busy,” he explained.
“She did a good job of choosing you then,” YoungSaeng said. “The rest of your band seems a little…”
“Wired?” DongWoon grinned. “I could say the same for yours. I guess she thought the magnae would be good with the baby?”
“You don’t act like a magnae,” YoungSaeng told him.
“You don’t look like the second oldest,” DongWoon pointed out in return.
“I feel like the second oldest,” YoungSaeng sighed, then paused. “Scratch that, oldest. HyunJoong’s as much of a kid as the rest of them.”
DongWoon laughed at that. “Hey, I was just heading back to the dorms…why don’t you come back with me? She seems to like you.” The baby girl was blinking up at YoungSaeng curiously, holding one tiny hand out. YoungSaeng slowly held his hand out as well, and watched as her tiny fingers curled around his little finger.
A bright smile lit his face. “I’d like that.”
9: Dark 2&8 (RyeoWook/YoSeob)
It had been 3 days since strange, masked men had stormed the SM building and taken all those present as hostages.
Shivering in the darkness of one of the sound rooms, RyeoWook drew his legs up to his chest and tried to think of something else. They had separated everyone, locking them up in different soundproof rooms. The last thing RyeoWook could remember before being manhandled into his makeshift prison was HeeChul swearing and ChangMin shouting. Then the door had closed, and he had heard nothing for three days.
Food was occasionally shoved into the room before the door was shut again so he wasn’t starving to death, but he was still overrun with worry. What was going to happen now? What did they want? Wasn’t the police trying to do something about this?
Jerking when he heard scratching from the door and the doorknob rattling, RyeoWook pressed himself farther into the corner. The men scared him quite frankly. He’d tried to ambush them and escape and had been shot in the leg for his troubles. Pain shot up the limb at the reminder. It was probably infected; he hadn’t been able to bind it properly.
The door opened a minute later and a blonde head peeked around the corner. “Psst! Who’s in here?” It wasn’t one of their captors. Eyes widening, RyeoWook slowly got to his feet using the wall as support. “Who are you?” It was then he noticed the hallway on the other side of the door was black too.
The man walked inside, and squinting through the darkness RyeoWook was able to put a face to the voice. “Y…Yang YoSeob?”
The blonde flashed a grin. “The police were doing nothing, so we cut the power and snuck in.” Behind him RyeoWook could see figures running through the hallways and whispered voices. He could put names to those voices now.
KiKwang. Joon. HyungShik. MinHyuk.
“New bands save old,” YoSeob laughed, and went to help RyeoWook when the other man stumbled. “Now let’s get you out of here.”
10: Romance 4&7 (YooChun/YeSung)
YeSung coughed into his sleeve, sniffling. “Being sick sucks,” he muttered, then sneezed.
“Which is why you need to get better,” YooChun insisted, holding out a spoon of the soup.
YeSung eyed him from over his sleeve, eyes feverish. “Why are you here again?”
“I heard you were sick and came to visit,” the other man explained patiently for the tenth time. “Especially since there’s no one else here capable of taking care of you.”
“I can take care of myself,” YeSung mumbled, and sneezed again.
“Sure you can.” The spoon tapped against his lower lip. Grumbling, YeSung opened his mouth and accepted the offering.
He got a few more spoonfuls in before he couldn’t take any more. Putting the bowl aside, YooChun made himself comfortable on the other side of the bed. “Want me to sing to you?”
“Sure,” YeSung murmured, closing his eyes. The other man started to sing, and his thoughts drifted as he slipped into sleep.
“You know, your romantic notions are wasted on him,” SungMin commented from the doorway. “He’s thicker than cement.”
YooChun smiled fondly, watching YeSung sleep his fever off. “I know. Maybe one day he’ll figure it out.”
11: Death Fic 2&3 (RyeoWook/HyunSeung)
A car accident.
Swallowing thickly, RyeoWook got out of his car and ran towards the scene, praying everyone was all right. Visions of KyuHyun in the hospital flashed through his mind. Who was it this time? Why did things like this happen?
Pushing his way through the crowd, RyeoWook gasped and stopped when he saw the black van, it’s side dented in by the force of the collision and on its side. Running up to the van, he managed to hoist himself up enough to reach the door, pulling it open.
A soft groan met his ears and he pushed himself up further so he could dangle over the open door and look inside. The sight made him feel ill. There were six people inside, some held by seatbelts and some not. Some obviously weren’t going to be getting up again. Glass and blood was strewn across the inside of the vehicle.
There was another soft moan and RyeoWook’s gaze landed on the only man moving. “Hey, can you stand?” He asked, voice shaking. The other man opened his eyes and blinked up at him, then blanched when he saw the bodies around him. “Oh god…” he started to shake.
“Stay with me,” RyeoWook whispered, reaching down until his fingertips brushed the man’s shoulder. “You’ll be alright, okay?” The other man nodded, lips pressed firmly together.
RyeoWook stayed there, half dangling inside the van, until the ambulance arrived. He watched as they pulled the sole survivor out. The man was crying for the loss of his friends, dirt and blood staining his face and body as he was loaded onto a stetcher.
“Don’t go,” the man murmured, eyes closing as he shivered violently.
“Wouldn’t think of it,” RyeoWook said reassuringly. He climbed into the ambulance beside him and listened to the screech of the sirens as they headed to the hospital.
12: AU 8&9 (YoSeob/DongWoon)
It was just another mission. Just like all the others that he’d been sent on since he was old enough to point a gun and not shoot his own foot off. It shouldn’t mean so much.
But it did, and solely because the one DongWoon was aiming the gun at this time was one of his best friends.
“What are you waiting for?” YoSeob asked him, expression blank. “You came here to kill me, didn’t you?”
His position in BEAST was only an elaborate ruse, decided to get him closer to this one individual. He’d played the part well.
A bit too well.
“I did,” DongWoon said firmly, but his eyes were tormented.
He never found out why they wanted Yang YoSeob dead. He suspected it was more for something the man’s family did, not him. He was just the target of a fit of revenge.
“Then why don’t you?” YoSeob shifted forward, challenging him, his shirt brushing against the cold metal of the barrel. “Come on DongWoon ah…kill me.”
His hands shook.
“Kill me!”
“I can’t!” DongWoon burst out, the gun dropping from his fingers. “I can’t,” he whispered through numb lips and YoSeob pulled him into a warm embrace, holding the child assassin close and running a hand through his hair as he cried.
13: Dark 4&3(YooChun/HyunSeung)
Blinking through the inky blackness backstage, HyunSeung wandered blindly from room to room. Of course they’d be just coming off stage and the power would go out. The others had gone he had no idea where and he’d been left behind. “Hello?” he called. Where had everyone gone?
His foot snagged on something and he fell with a gasp, landing on a body. “Oof,” grunted the person, and pushed him up slightly. HyunSeung scrambled off and watched as whomever it was took out his cell phone and flicked it open, the small amount of light revealing him to be Park YooChun.
“…oh.” HyunSeung blinked, wondering what YooChun was doing backstage here anyways. “Um…sorry…did you happen to see where my band members went?”
YooChun shook his head. “No, or they probably would have tripped over me like you did.”
“Why are you…” HyunSeung trailed off, unsure.
Picking up on the question, YooChun smiled sheepishly. “Living with four other guys for five years, I figured out the best way to find any of them when it’s dark like this is to sit down and wait for them to trip over you. You’d be surprised how often it happens.”
HyunSeung blinked at that. “…okay…” He didn’t understand the reasoning, but slowly shifted so that his own legs were sprawled across the corridor as YooChun closed his phone, all light disappearing.
If he had doubted YooChun’s logic, he took it back when ten seconds later YoSeob went sprawling, shortly followed by KiKwang and JunHyung at the same time. DooJoon stared, DongWoon coughed into his hand, YooChun laughed and HyunSeung flailed from the bottom of the pile before breaking out into laughter as well.
14: Threesome 5,7,&1 (YoungSaeng/YeSung/JungMin)
“I should be his boyfriend!”
“No, I should be his boyfriend!”
YoungSaeng gave an exasperated sigh, lying down on his bed and closing his eyes. “Wake me up when it’s over.”
“Saengie, this is serious!” JungMin whined. “He’s trying to push his way between us!”
“Who’s trying to push between who?” YeSung retorted. “I knew him before you did! He roomed with me!”
“Who’s rooming with him now then?”
“The connecting room doesn’t count!”
“I bet I could be a better boyfriend for him than you ever could,” JungMin replied firmly, eyes narrowed.
“Prove it then!” YeSung snapped back.
“I will!”
YoungSaeng yelped as he was suddenly pulled upright, eyes snapping open. “Hey! Don't drag me into your insane ideas!” Any further protest was cut off by JungMin’s lips pressed against his. Squirming, he felt YeSung’s hands slip under his shirt.
He was never letting YeSung and JungMin stay in the same room together ever again.
15: Amnesia 2&10 (RyeoWook/HyunJoong)
Nox!verse
They were still kids the first time RyeoWook crawled into HyunJoong’s bed late at night, sniffling and shaking after yet another nightmare. It always took forever for HyunJoong to wake up, but once he was awake he wasted no time in assuring his little brother that he was safe.
“I’m sorry,” RyeoWook whispered finally, voice still barely existent as it had been since he ran into his real father. “I should stop.”
“Hey, I told you already it’s alright,” the older boy murmured, messing up RyeoWook’s hair. “We’re brothers, we look after each other.”
“We’re…not really brothers…”
HyunJoong flicked the tip of the other boy’s nose. “Do you have amnesia? You’ve been with us for years, much longer than you were with that creep of a vampire. You’re part of our family, and you’re my brother. Blood means nothing. Alright?”
RyeoWook sniffled and nodded, smiling shakily. “Thank you, hyung…”
He was finally able to sleep soundly after that. Years later, RyeoWook waved goodbye to his hyung as he boarded the bus back to Busan, taking a seat near the back. Curling up in the seat, he considered everything he’d just been told about what his hyung was now and smiled faintly.
Getting out his cell phone, he typed out a small text to HyunJoong.
[text] Did you catch amnesia, hyung? Blood means nothing. We’ll always be brothers.
16: Hurt/Comfort 8&5 (YoSeob/YoungSaeng)
It was rare he ran into BEAST everywhere he went, so YoungSaeng found it strange when he was suddenly bumping into them several times a day. He wasn’t the only one either, from how KyuJong ran back into the dorms one night and hid out in his room until dawn.
Even so, there was one member of the group he’d yet to run into: YoSeob.
It was only a matter of time though.
Rubbing his eyes as he wandered around Music Bank’s backstage waiting for their turn on, he paused when he saw a figure curled up in the corner of one of the prop rooms. Upon closer inspection, he found it was the missing BEAST member.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on stage in a few minutes?” He questioned quietly, walking into the room. There was no reaction from the other man. Had he fallen asleep?
Padding over to wake the other man up, he paused when YoSeob looked up at him, eyes clearly glistening in the half-darkness. “I can’t do this,” he whispered.
YoungSaeng’s gaze softened immediately, the curled up fetal position and teary gaze bringing back memories of their own debut. The fear of being overrun by groups with more fame than them, the fear of being pushed aside before they really had the chance to prove themselves.
Crouching down, he caught the other man’s gaze and held it. “You can do this,” he said firmly.
“I can’t.” YoSeob shook his head. “There’s just too many new bands coming out now, how are we supposed to stand out? People were comparing us to MBLAQ our whole debut, and now…now we’re just another face in the crowd.”
YoungSaeng sighed and blew his bangs out of his face. Pausing, he listened and smiled. “Then what’s that I hear?”
They both fell silent, and through the noise of backstage, managers and directors shouting for order…there was chanting.
Chanting for a very specific band.
YoungSaeng smiled at the look on YoSeob’s face. “It doesn’t sound like they’re calling any other band to me.” He nodded slowly.
“You’ll find your own niche here,” YoungSaeng continued, standing and dusting off his jeans. “I think BEAST already has, actually. They won’t toss you out before you have a chance to start…as long as you don’t give up before you have a chance to start.”
He offered a hand and YoSeob took it, the older man pulling him to his feet. “Thanks,” YoSeob said, smiling again.
“YOSEOB!”
Five voices echoed down the hallways as the others searched for their missing band member. YoungSaeng looked at the blonde in amusement. “Go,” he ushered, and YoSeob ran out of the room to get ready. YoungSaeng followed him out slowly, but headed in the other direction.
“What did you tell him?”
Glancing beside him at HyunJoong, YoungSaeng smiled and shrugged lightly. “The same thing you told me.” He didn’t miss the grin that flashed across the older man’s face as they went to find the rest of their own band, the sound of chanting echoing through the hallway and vibrating the floor under their feet.
17: Crack 9&4 (DongWoon/YooChun)
The first thing DongWoon saw when he walked into a little-known and empty noodle soup late one Thursday was Park YooChun sitting by himself in the corner of the room, staring at the wall with a morose expression.
“You look like you have something on your mind,” he spoke up, sliding into the seat across from him. YooChun blinked, glancing at him, then smiled faintly. “Just going over a few things…”
It was easy to tell the older man hadn’t been getting much sleep, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out why. The controversy and law suits were taking their toll.
DongWoon ordered fried black bean noodles when the waitress came by, YooChun getting buckwheat noodles in a cold broth. Absently playing with the black noodles when they arrived, DongWoon tried to think of some way he could get the sad expression off the older singer’s face.
It only took thinking about his crazy bandmates and the incident earlier that morning to figure out how.
Completely not paying attention, YooChun yelped when black bean noodles hit him in the face. Blinking at them as they dropped to the table and running one hand over his face, feeling the black bean sauce sticky on his skin, he stared at the younger singer who was innocently eating his noodles.
The second YooChun looked away though, another noodle whacked the side of his face and got stuck in his hair.
Watching the younger man, he frowned. DongWoon glanced up, met his gaze, smiled and kept eating.
It wasn’t long until a piece of kimchi sent down his shirt with surprising accuracy made the younger singer yelp and nearly fall off his seat.
A full-blown food fight broke out then, and DongWoon was faintly aware of the waitress filming them but he didn’t care. YooChun laughed, voice husky as he tried to avoid DongWoon’s attempts to get noodles down his shirt in retaliation. The fight only came to an end when YooChun upended his entire bowl of broth on the younger man’s head.
Gasping for breath and staring at each other, YooChun glanced around them at the food all over the place, then at his soggy dongsaeng.
“ChangMin would have killed us for wasting all this food,” he said, and both of them burst into long and uncontrollable laughter.
18: Genderswap 1&6 (JungMin/KyuJong)
They should have expected it by now. It seemed to be a tradition for anti-fans to send unsuspecting celebrities weird concoctions that would drastically alter their appearances.
Still, they didn’t think JungMin would be stupid enough to actually drink it.
Folding her arms across her chest (suddenly doubled in size), she gave her best death glare to the two members rolling on the floor in hysterics. “Feel free to shut the hell up and turn me back any time now,” she hissed.
“We can’t turn you back,” YoungSaeng explained, the corners of his lips quirked upwards. To his credit he hadn’t joined their leader and magnae on the floor, probably because a similar situation had happened to him last year. “You’ll have to wait for it to wear off.”
“It takes too long!” JungMin snapped. “I could be like this for months!”
“Look at it this way,” the lead singer continued reassuringly. “You look much better as a girl than we thought you’d be.”
“He has the bitchy personality to go with it,” HyunJoong finally joined in when he could breathe again. JungMin kicked him in the stomach.
KyuJong wordlessly got up and walked away. The four fell silent (JungMin ceasing her attempt to prevent HyunJoong from ever having children) and watched as the young man’s bedroom door closed behind him. They exchanged glances; HyungJoon, HyunJoong and YoungSaeng’s knowing, and JungMin’s confused.
“What’s up with him?” JungMin huffed, giving HyunJoong a final kick before sitting back and pouting at the opposite wall.
“Maybe he thinks you make for an ugly girl.” HyungJoon snickered.
As expected, she puffed up like a blowfish. “YAH! I am not ugly! I can be in SNSD if I wanted to! That asshole, I’ll show him!” With that JungMin got up and stomped off after KyuJong. Opening the door and slamming it behind her, she glared at the surprised Center. “You think I’m ugly?”
“…What?”
“You think I can’t be a girl!” JungMin marched up to him and jabbed her finger against his chest. “Well I have news for you, YoungSaeng isn’t the only one here who can cross-dress and act pretty, I can make a damn sexy girl if I wanted to and that includes in mini-skirts and bikinis and nu-mph!“
KyuJong pressed one hand over her mouth to shut her up. “No biting,” he said firmly when she glared. “I never said you make a bad girl. Actually, I think you make a much better girl than any of us anticipated.” Red spread across his cheeks. “I…like seeing you like this, alright?”
When she didn’t bite or kick him, he cautiously removed his hand. JungMin stared up at him through messy red bangs.
“…oh. Well, then I guess that’s alright… YAH! Does that mean you like me more as a girl than a guy?!?”
“I don’t know why I bother reasoning with you,” KyuJong told her seriously before crushing their lips together.
19: First Time 2&7 (RyeoWook/YeSung)
HeeChul snickered, eyes dancing. “You’re serious? You’re still a virgin?”
YeSung sputtered at him, face going red. “Wh-where did you hear that?”
“A little birdie told me,” the other man said innocently. YeSung whirled around and glared at SungMin, who ‘eeped’ and hid in the kitchen.
“So what’s up with that?” HeeChul gave a grin scarily similar to the Chesire cat. “Can’t get laid?”
“I’m waiting for the right person,” YeSung announced.
“YeSung can’t get laid~” HeeChul shouted in a sing-songy voice.
“Hey, stop!” The other man flailed around even more. “I so can,” he huffed.
“No you can’t,” HeeChul smirked.
“Can to!”
“Prove it.”
“Hyungdeul, what are you shouting about?” RyeoWook came out of the kitchen, blinking. “And why is SungMin hiding?” He shrank back when YeSung turned and fixed him with a piercing look. “What?”
YeSung jumped to his feet. “I’ll prove it,” he told HeeChul firmly and walked up to RyeoWook, grabbing the shorter man’s wrist and towed him along the hallway despite the younger’s protests. “What? Hyung, dinner’s cooking, what are you-“
The door closing behind them shut out HeeChul’s howling laughter.
20: Angst 3&8 (HyunSeung/YoSeob)
“What do you think you’re doing?!?”
The shocked cry made HyunSeung flinch away, backing up. The other man marched forward and took the sharp razor out of his hands, his fingers bleeding.
They weren’t the only things bleeding though, and that was what scared YoSeob the most.
Grabbing his band mate’s hand, YoSeob dragged him out of the bathroom and to the closet where the first aid kit was, practically knocking everything else off the shelves in his haste to reach it. No one else was in the dorms, all of them out on schedules.
HyunSeung had thought YoSeob was out as well, but apparently he was wrong.
Yanking out rolls of gauze and antiseptic, YoSeob sat HyunSeung down and began to clean the cuts on his arms with a sort of panicked efficiency. Once that was done he started to bandage them up, tightly so the bleeding would stop, ranting all the while about why HyunSeung would do something like this in the first place.
HyunSeung didn’t realize he was crying until drops of wetness landed on his jeans, soaking into the fabric. Blinking, he shut his eyes to stop the tears from showing. YoSeob’s hands left his arms, and for a long moment he couldn’t feel anything.
Then warm arms wrapped around him and HyunSeung felt a strong body pull him into a hug. “We’ll get through this, alright?” YoSeob murmured, the words slightly awkward but heartfelt and HyunSeung couldn’t help but smile in hope.
21: Babyfic 1 (JungMin)
Continuation of gender-switch fic
“You’re WHAT?!?!”
All four members stared at a beaming JungMin in shock. When the girl finally turned back into a guy a week ago they’d thought their problems were over.
“You can’t be serious,” Baby said dizzily before spinning around and collapsing face-first into the couch.
HyunJoong cast KyuJong a curious look, the Center looking as shell-shocked as the rest of them. “You had no idea about this?” KyuJong shook his head hard.
“How can you not know?” HyungJoon whined into the couch. “You’re the one screwi-” He yelped when HyunJoong kicked him off the couch.
“We need medical advice.” Once again, YoungSaeng was the one taking the situation calmly. “It would be one thing if you were still a girl, but you’re not anymore so it could be dangerous…”
“Will be dangerous,” HyunJoong corrected.
“And we get to go shopping for new clothes!” JungMin told KyuJong happily. The other man stared at him in horror.
“If the managers thought him turning into a girl was bad, wait until they hear about this,” YoungSaeng mused.
“I am going to go to sleep and wake up and this will all be a bad dream,” KyuJong announced firmly, walking out of the kitchen and retreating to his room.
Baby picked himself up from the floor. HyunJoong and YoungSaeng looked at JungMin in amusement. “I didn’t think he’d actually fall for it,” their leader said.
“I did,” YoungSaeng announced, sticking one hand out. “Pay up.”
JungMin snickered as HyunJoong fished out his wallet. Having an extremely gullible boyfriend was just too much fun.