drabble dump; various fandoms
Pairing: gen!Block B, Jinon/Hyosung, Minhyuk/Yukwon (Block B), Baro/Sandeul
Rating: G, PG, PG-13
Summary: four drabbles that were meant to be oneshots but will probably never see the light of a day.
Block B; Gen; PG
"Just wondering something about your bed habits..." Jihoon begins as he sits on the very edge of the foot of his bed. His eyes rake over his newly folded down sheets and tall pillow a few short feet away with digust. Jiho quirks a brow at the suddenly quiet and serious demeanor of the youngest.
"What's up?"
Jihoon makes show of looking for the right words. He licks his lips and swallows a handful of times, he motions with his hands trying to find a start to his phrase, he closes his eyes and then opens them as he searches his head for a good beginning.
"So you know how you and kyung fuck," is what he manages to come up with after the pregnant minute of silence.
The look Jiho gives him all of a sudden is one that Jihoon has hoped would not make way onto either of their faces in the conversation. After the shock dissipates he can tell Jiho is starting to fear the rest of the question. He more than likely thinks Jihoon will ask questions about his ass pirate adventures and how he came to realize that he wanted his ass pounded by another guy or some soul searching questions he didn't want to really answer.
Jiho thinks he has failed the magnae as the closest hyung. He and Kyung had never really outted themselves and had let the others accept their close friendship at their own pace. It is time he begins to look around the room for others before grabbing or letting Kyung grab a handful.
"And you know how you don't tend to sleep much in your own bed right," Jihoon continues. The older boy nods his head, silently dreading being asked if he and Kyung had attempted this kinky gay thing or that one.
B-bomb/U-kwon; G
Yukwon smiles as he sees Minhyuk pass by their make shift closet in the direction of the kitchen. His arms are beginning to tire as he has folded clothing for the last half hour without stop. The others were enjoying their small 'break' of sorts and he had somehow fallen as the maid for the night and decided to do a load or two of laundry. One or two loads had become everyone's dirty clothing.
But he wasn't one to complain. Kyung and Jiho spent countless hours writing their songs and he couldn't ask them to stop for a bit and do their share. Jiho was barely in the dorm as it was, he needed to sleep on a bed more than he needed clean clothes. And Taeil was constantly taking vocal lessons to catch up to the level their hyung wanted him at. Who was he to ask his oldest hyung and the voice of his band to skip sleep or a vocal lesson to fold a handful of his white shirts? Jaehyo and Jihoon would just deny him even if he asked. "Minhyuk ah?"
The mentioned man peeks his head into the makeshift closet, questioning brow in place. Yukwon smils softly and pats the seat next to him, immediately clearing a small space among the pile of shirts and underwear. Minhyuk looks like he can't be bothered, something loads more important is calling for him. But he looks behind him and comes towards Yukwon with a smirk.
Yukwon doesn't take well to it. He is about to question the others motives when Minhyuk sits down next to him and tugs the undershirt Yukwon has in his hand. Moving forward some, Minhyuk easily claims the other's mouth.
"This is you helping me out of the kindness of your heart right?" Yukwon asks into Minhyuk's kiss.
With a sigh Minhyuk nods his head, moving back once he realizes Yukwon isn't going to kiss him back.
Jinon/Hyosung; PG-13
Jinchul has been waiting out in the cold for the past half hour waiting for the familiar head of shocking orange to walk out of the building. It isn't much to wait a few minutes when they have already spent close to two weeks with nothing but phone calls and video chat. Being a healthy man his age he wants to see more of her, but with her being as soft as she is he isn't one to pressure her.
Looking up in the direction of where her dorm windows are he attempts to locate the one with the window curtains he remembers from a picture she has sent him once before. His eyes are well enough but not strong enough to see up more than a handful of flights.
His manager clears his throat and once he has Jinchul's attention, he taps his watch's lens. Its late and you have to get up early tomorrow, it explains with the clinking of a nail against glass. Jinchul sighs, thoughts of perhaps more than a three hour nap that night beginning to cloud his mind over his wanting to see Hyosung. She is sleeping less than he is these days so he could spare one night's sleep. His company sure does not deserve it more than she does.
Blowing hot breaths onto his cupped hands, he finally sees a van dropping off the four girls a block away from where he is standing. Jinchul hears his manager cough and he already knows that he has left for the open mart on the opposite block to get something to drink.
Once the girls see him they all break out into tired smiles. He greets them each individually with a bow and sees three of them off into the building. Hyosung smiles at him gently, none of her gums showing. While she is happy to see him, she is not too happy that she looks the way she does when he has come to see her.
"I thought you were kidding when you said you would wait for us until after practice."
Jinchul takes a few steps closer and zips up the rest of her jacket for her. He tries to grab her hand after but she takes a step back and notions with the most minuscule of smiles towards the car he and his manager came in. He understands immediately and opens the back for her to climb into.
For once in his life he is thankful that neither his group or Hyosung's are that immenesely popular as to have the fans standing outside their dorms.
Hyosung is in his lap with steady hands smoothing down the lapels of his coat. He can tell that she has missed him just as much as he has her, if not more. They stare at each other in silence, people passing by the van never thinking that they're only a few feet away from a scandal.
Baro/Sandeul; PG-13
Breathing was something that was supposed to come naturally, it was one of those things that Junghwan had never paid much mind to, except when he did obviously.
Sunwoo's body, while not entirely all that heavy, was pressing his thin frame into the couch. It had been fine when he had held himself off a bit over him. But when Sunwoo had lowered his body Junghwan's mind, which had been blank and barely interrupted with the occasional simple thought, betrayed him.
What had been simple and mindless kisses had become an odd dual with his body. Sunwoo exhaled as he lifted his mouth off of Junghwan's own before smiling gently and leaning back down to kiss him again. Junghwan had been too busy forcing down the red on his face to even remember to breathe normally for the two seconds Sunwoo wasn't stealing the breath right from his lips.
When they began kissing again, he could feel plenty more. Apart from the pressure at the junction of his thighs and crotch, he began to feel the press and release of Sunwoo's stomach as the other breathed. He was actually breathing normally?
Junghwan attempted to synchronize his exhales to Sunwoo's inhales, to make it easier on them both. He just knew that the odd press of their stomachs at the same time had to feel odd for Sunwoo as well.
"Don't force yourself if you really don't want to," Sunwoo pulled off of him and held himself up at the elbows. He was slightly short of breath, mouth slightly swollen and mark blooming on the very round of his jaw where Junghwan had paid particular attention to.
"It's not that." Junghwan snapped to correct the other. They had already talked about that. Junghwan didn't want the reclaimed zen of their relationship tried yet again because he was supposedly putting off prudish vibes. He was just waiting for their right moment was all... maybe when people would stop reminding him of the very public relationship the Sunwoo had had with an upperclassman before him.
Rating: G, PG, PG-13
Summary: four drabbles that were meant to be oneshots but will probably never see the light of a day.
Block B; Gen; PG
"Just wondering something about your bed habits..." Jihoon begins as he sits on the very edge of the foot of his bed. His eyes rake over his newly folded down sheets and tall pillow a few short feet away with digust. Jiho quirks a brow at the suddenly quiet and serious demeanor of the youngest.
"What's up?"
Jihoon makes show of looking for the right words. He licks his lips and swallows a handful of times, he motions with his hands trying to find a start to his phrase, he closes his eyes and then opens them as he searches his head for a good beginning.
"So you know how you and kyung fuck," is what he manages to come up with after the pregnant minute of silence.
The look Jiho gives him all of a sudden is one that Jihoon has hoped would not make way onto either of their faces in the conversation. After the shock dissipates he can tell Jiho is starting to fear the rest of the question. He more than likely thinks Jihoon will ask questions about his ass pirate adventures and how he came to realize that he wanted his ass pounded by another guy or some soul searching questions he didn't want to really answer.
Jiho thinks he has failed the magnae as the closest hyung. He and Kyung had never really outted themselves and had let the others accept their close friendship at their own pace. It is time he begins to look around the room for others before grabbing or letting Kyung grab a handful.
"And you know how you don't tend to sleep much in your own bed right," Jihoon continues. The older boy nods his head, silently dreading being asked if he and Kyung had attempted this kinky gay thing or that one.
B-bomb/U-kwon; G
Yukwon smiles as he sees Minhyuk pass by their make shift closet in the direction of the kitchen. His arms are beginning to tire as he has folded clothing for the last half hour without stop. The others were enjoying their small 'break' of sorts and he had somehow fallen as the maid for the night and decided to do a load or two of laundry. One or two loads had become everyone's dirty clothing.
But he wasn't one to complain. Kyung and Jiho spent countless hours writing their songs and he couldn't ask them to stop for a bit and do their share. Jiho was barely in the dorm as it was, he needed to sleep on a bed more than he needed clean clothes. And Taeil was constantly taking vocal lessons to catch up to the level their hyung wanted him at. Who was he to ask his oldest hyung and the voice of his band to skip sleep or a vocal lesson to fold a handful of his white shirts? Jaehyo and Jihoon would just deny him even if he asked. "Minhyuk ah?"
The mentioned man peeks his head into the makeshift closet, questioning brow in place. Yukwon smils softly and pats the seat next to him, immediately clearing a small space among the pile of shirts and underwear. Minhyuk looks like he can't be bothered, something loads more important is calling for him. But he looks behind him and comes towards Yukwon with a smirk.
Yukwon doesn't take well to it. He is about to question the others motives when Minhyuk sits down next to him and tugs the undershirt Yukwon has in his hand. Moving forward some, Minhyuk easily claims the other's mouth.
"This is you helping me out of the kindness of your heart right?" Yukwon asks into Minhyuk's kiss.
With a sigh Minhyuk nods his head, moving back once he realizes Yukwon isn't going to kiss him back.
Jinon/Hyosung; PG-13
Jinchul has been waiting out in the cold for the past half hour waiting for the familiar head of shocking orange to walk out of the building. It isn't much to wait a few minutes when they have already spent close to two weeks with nothing but phone calls and video chat. Being a healthy man his age he wants to see more of her, but with her being as soft as she is he isn't one to pressure her.
Looking up in the direction of where her dorm windows are he attempts to locate the one with the window curtains he remembers from a picture she has sent him once before. His eyes are well enough but not strong enough to see up more than a handful of flights.
His manager clears his throat and once he has Jinchul's attention, he taps his watch's lens. Its late and you have to get up early tomorrow, it explains with the clinking of a nail against glass. Jinchul sighs, thoughts of perhaps more than a three hour nap that night beginning to cloud his mind over his wanting to see Hyosung. She is sleeping less than he is these days so he could spare one night's sleep. His company sure does not deserve it more than she does.
Blowing hot breaths onto his cupped hands, he finally sees a van dropping off the four girls a block away from where he is standing. Jinchul hears his manager cough and he already knows that he has left for the open mart on the opposite block to get something to drink.
Once the girls see him they all break out into tired smiles. He greets them each individually with a bow and sees three of them off into the building. Hyosung smiles at him gently, none of her gums showing. While she is happy to see him, she is not too happy that she looks the way she does when he has come to see her.
"I thought you were kidding when you said you would wait for us until after practice."
Jinchul takes a few steps closer and zips up the rest of her jacket for her. He tries to grab her hand after but she takes a step back and notions with the most minuscule of smiles towards the car he and his manager came in. He understands immediately and opens the back for her to climb into.
For once in his life he is thankful that neither his group or Hyosung's are that immenesely popular as to have the fans standing outside their dorms.
Hyosung is in his lap with steady hands smoothing down the lapels of his coat. He can tell that she has missed him just as much as he has her, if not more. They stare at each other in silence, people passing by the van never thinking that they're only a few feet away from a scandal.
Baro/Sandeul; PG-13
Breathing was something that was supposed to come naturally, it was one of those things that Junghwan had never paid much mind to, except when he did obviously.
Sunwoo's body, while not entirely all that heavy, was pressing his thin frame into the couch. It had been fine when he had held himself off a bit over him. But when Sunwoo had lowered his body Junghwan's mind, which had been blank and barely interrupted with the occasional simple thought, betrayed him.
What had been simple and mindless kisses had become an odd dual with his body. Sunwoo exhaled as he lifted his mouth off of Junghwan's own before smiling gently and leaning back down to kiss him again. Junghwan had been too busy forcing down the red on his face to even remember to breathe normally for the two seconds Sunwoo wasn't stealing the breath right from his lips.
When they began kissing again, he could feel plenty more. Apart from the pressure at the junction of his thighs and crotch, he began to feel the press and release of Sunwoo's stomach as the other breathed. He was actually breathing normally?
Junghwan attempted to synchronize his exhales to Sunwoo's inhales, to make it easier on them both. He just knew that the odd press of their stomachs at the same time had to feel odd for Sunwoo as well.
"Don't force yourself if you really don't want to," Sunwoo pulled off of him and held himself up at the elbows. He was slightly short of breath, mouth slightly swollen and mark blooming on the very round of his jaw where Junghwan had paid particular attention to.
"It's not that." Junghwan snapped to correct the other. They had already talked about that. Junghwan didn't want the reclaimed zen of their relationship tried yet again because he was supposedly putting off prudish vibes. He was just waiting for their right moment was all... maybe when people would stop reminding him of the very public relationship the Sunwoo had had with an upperclassman before him.