[various] drabble dump
the stars would have waited for us; junmyeon/luhan; 720 words; g; stardust!au
requested by attrachen for the au summer fic game. prompt: stardust!au for suho x luhan.
A slight breeze cuts through the night, rustling through the grass and making Junmyeon wrap his coat more tightly around his body. Next to Junmyeon Luhan is asleep, bundled up in his blankets so that only his blond hair is peeking out. Junmyeon should be sleeping too - they still have another long day’s worth of travel ahead of them before they can reach the village closest to Wall - but after what had felt like hours of tossing and turning he had given up, crawling out of his blankets and settling into a sitting position, his head tilted back towards the night sky.
Their banked fire did little to deter the brightness of the stars overhead. They were endless, stretching across the horizon. Sitting here, like this, it was so hard to imagine that the same man who was sleeping beside him had once been one of those stars. The day that Junmyeon had watched a star fall and sworn he would retrieve it to prove his love to lady Sooyoung seemed so far away now. When he had received the Babylon candle from his father and used it to travel to that star, and found a rather confused man instead. It had only been a month at the longest, but somehow it felt more like a lifetime.
Luhan murmurs in his sleep, rolling over, and Junmyeon glances down at him with a smile. At the time he had started this journey, Junmyeon had been so sure of his love for Sooyoung. But now Junmyeon had met a star, traveled across a country, battled witches, and hitched a ride through the sky on a pirate ship. Now, everything about his village life from before seemed so insignificant. He hadn’t loved Sooyoung, not truly. It was all so clear now, a day away from what should have been the end of his quest. A fool’s quest.
“Junmyeon?” Luhan’s voice is scratchy from sleep, punctuated by the rustling of blankets. “Why are you awake? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Luhan,” Junmyeon says softly. “Go back to sleep.”
Luhan, in typical Luhan fashion, ignores Junmyeon and continues to struggle with his blankets until he is sitting upright as well. He wriggles closer, leaning against Junmyeon’s shoulder, his hair tickling Junmyeon’s cheek. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks and Junmyeon nods. “You were worrying too much again, weren’t you?”
Junmyeon opens his mouth to reply but Luhan cuts him off, lifting a hand to point towards the east. “That’s where I used to be,” Luhan says. “The stars in that area are my brothers and sisters. We used to dance together, sometimes.” A hint of sadness creeps into his voice. Resignation, homesickness, nostalgia. Without really thinking, Junmyeon wraps an arm around Luhan’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Junmyeon mumbles into Luhan’s hair.
“Don’t be,” Luhan replies quickly. “I don’t truly mind all that much. After a while it starts to get rather boring anyway. And besides,” he pauses, leaning away from Junmyeon far enough to smile up at him, “if I had never fallen, I would never have had the chance to meet you.”
Suddenly Junmyeon’s throat is too tight and he leans forward, enveloping Luhan in a hug. Luhan lets out an incredulous laugh, but his arms come up around Junmyeon’s sides, fingers digging into his coat. They stay that way for a few moments, then Luhan tightens the hug for a second before pulling away. “Stop thinking too much and go to sleep,” he says, shuffling back into his blankets. “We have a long day waiting tomorrow.” A hint of the earlier sadness has returned to his voice.
“Yeah,” Junmyeon echoes softly. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they will be back within reach of Wall. If everything had gone as planned, that meant that he should be taking Luhan across the border and presenting him to Sooyoung’s father.
But things hadn’t gone as planned, not quite. Luhan sighs quietly and Junmyeon smiles again. Tomorrow he will cross over to Wall and apologize for Sooyoung for all of the trouble he has caused her. Then he will come back and tell Luhan about how his feelings have changed. How he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with Sooyoung, but with Luhan instead.
Junmyeon climbs back into his makeshift bed, staring at the stars shining brightly above him.
Tomorrow.
rock to this; exo-m ot6, minor kris/jongdae; 1128 words; pg-13; rock band!au
written ages ago for exopromptmeme. the prompt was for rock band exo-m, with a request for chenris? idr ~u~ i don't really know how to rock band so i'm sorry in advance orz
Minseok leans back in his seat, twirling a drumstick idly in his fingers as he watches the people around him. Yixing is somewhere to his left, fiddling with the sound system and plugging the all wires that Minseok has never been able to keep straight into the correct sockets. Zitao is messing with his bass, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the stage. Kris and Jongdae are talking quietly by the keyboard as Kris adjusts the stand to the correct height, leaning close to be heard over the soft buzz of the club. Luhan has disappeared somewhere, probably off to the bar.
It’s a little past 10 p.m., and Minseok knows that outside the Hongdae area is just starting to come to life. Downstairs in the club, though, things are still moving slowly. Their show doesn’t start for another hour, and only a few diehard fans have arrived already. Some of them are setting up some serious looking camera equipment and Minseok shudders, glad that people hardly ever bother to take pictures of him. He can hide behind his drums in his jeans and logo t-shirts and snapback hats, getting progressively more sweaty and disheveled without much worry of unattractive pictures of his face being uploaded on the internet.
Zitao, on the other hand, is dressed to the nines as always, all leather and studs and piercings. His newly dyed hair is gelled into a faux hawk and he smiles slightly as he leans over his bass, combat boots bouncing against the side of the stage. He loves the rock image, thrives on it, and manages to make it look damn good. Luhan is similar, although he goes more for the rough and torn image, preferring tank tops and jeans that are more rips than fabric. He’s plastered his guitar with stickers like he’s trying to make a statement, but Minseok knows that it’s mostly just because Luhan thinks it looks cool.
Kris tries to dress for the occasion too, but mostly he just ends up looking like a runway model who got lost and wandered into the club on accident. That’s ok though, because he’s tall and has a nice face, so their primarily female audience is willing to forgive him.
Sometimes Minseok wonders what the founders of the Korean punk and rock movements would think of them. Probably that they’re disgusting sellouts, he figures. They’re not angry enough at society to be punk, too concerned with their image to be grunge. Their music doesn’t have any particular message, and they thrive on the screams and adoration of their fans.
But it’s fun, and Minseok supposes that’s enough. Who cares if Jongdae primarily croons lyrics about sex and heartbreak into the microphone, or if Kris and Zitao spend their free time window-shopping at designer stores. They enjoy it, enjoy the music and the adrenaline and the performance, and that’s all that really matters.
“Minseokie!” someone screams in Minseok’s ear and he jumps, startled out of his thoughts, bumping into the cymbals. The resulting crash draws the eyes of everyone in the vicinity and Minseok curses as he feels himself turning red in embarrassment.
“Everything ok?” Kris asks with a raised eyebrow, and Jongdae snorts.
“Yes,” Minseok grinds out as he feels arms wrap around him from behind.
“Minseokie,” Luhan repeats loudly. He leans forward and his pink hair swims into Minseok’s vision as Luhan grabs Minseok’s cheek and starts to moosh it around. He’s already started drinking - Minseok can smell it on his breath. “Why do you look so serious?”
“Get off, fucker,” Minseok replies, leaning away from Luhan’s grasp and attempting to elbow him in the stomach. “Go bother someone else.”
“But you were brooding.” Minseok can hear the pout in Luhan’s voice, and he rolls his eyes. “Are you having preshow nerves? Do you need someone to hold your hand?”
“Fuck you, no.” Minseok bats Luhan’s hand away as he tries to grab Minseok’s cheek again. “I’m not Kris, I don’t need to be babied before every show.”
“Hey now,” Kris protests indignantly as Jongdae leans forward, grabbing the lapels of Kris’ vest to muffle his laughter against Kris’ chest.
Luhan isn’t nearly as discreet, tipping his head back in his signature laugh that fans call endearing and everyone else calls obnoxious. His grip on Minseok tightens and Minseok winces, wishing Luhan didn’t get progressively more clingy with every drink.
“Don’t you have something else to be doing?” Minseok asks as he halfheartedly tries to shrug Luhan off. “Go tune your guitar or talk to your adoring fans.”
“Yeah, all five of them,” Jongdae cuts in with his signature smug grin.
This finally spurs Luhan into letting go of Minseok, and he straightens up to his full height to glare at Jongdae.
“I have more fans than that, asshole,” he says with as much dignity as he can muster.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s actually six. I forgot to count your mom.”
For a second Minseok thinks Luhan is going to lunge at Jongdae, and tenses in preparation to defend his drums from the crossfire. Instead Luhan just deflates, wrapping his arms around Minseok again and resting his chin on Minseok’s shoulder.
“Minseokie, Jongdae is so mean to me,” he whines.
“Poor baby,” Minseok says agreeably, reaching up to pat Luhan on the head.
“Who needs hand holding now?” Yixing asks from behind the speakers. Luhan ignores him.
“You guys, we should sound check soon,” Zitao pipes up, and suddenly Minseok feels bad. The entire exchange had been in Korean, and although Zitao had gotten better lately he still struggled to follow quick conversations. Judging by his grin though, he had at least caught the gist of it.
“You guys all suck,” Luhan declares, moving towards the edge of the stage. “I’m going to go get another drink before the show starts.”
“Can you grab me a beer?” Minseok calls out as Luhan hops off the stage, grunting in reply.
“Get me one too,” Jongdae says, and Luhan flips him off.
“You shouldn’t drink before singing,” Kris fusses, reaching out to tug Jongdae’s slightly askew beanie back into place. Jongdae smacks his hands away and fixes it himself. His oversized army jacket rides up a bit, taking his t-shirt with it revealing a thin stripe of stomach. Kris stares at it pathetically and Minseok shakes his head as he leans down to collect his drumsticks from where they had fallen during Luhan’s ambush. Kris and Jongdae were both so hopelessly oblivious.
“You ready to go?” Yixing asks Minseok as he finally stands up and walks over to his guitar. He slings his guitar strap over his shoulder and shoots Minseok a dimpled smile. Minseok grins back, adjusting his grip on his drumsticks.
“Always.”
'cause i got you sweatin' in this weather; daehyun/youngjae; 536 words; pg
requested by kyumyeon for the au summer fic game. prompt: youngjae is on summer vacation where his eyes catch daehyun the handsome barista at the local coffee shop~
Youngjae absentmindedly fans himself as he turns another corner, wandering down a side street. Busan is hot, humidity sitting heavily across the city like a damp blanket. Clouds hang low overhead, promising rain but providing no relief from the relentless heat.
Youngjae had begged off from the day trip his parents were taking to a seafood market, citing his hate for fish as an excuse to hang back at the hotel. He hadn’t really wanted to come on this vacation anyway, and the air-conditioned room had seemed like a much better idea than venturing out into the summer heat.
But there are only so many drama re-runs one can watch on TV before the 32-degree, humid weather stops seeming quite so bad. After a couple of mind-numbing hours, Youngjae had decided to explore the area around the hotel and hunt for something cool to drink.
Down the side street, Youngjae smiles as he spots a sign advertising coffee. He pushes open the door, making the wind chime tied to it jangle, and revels in the blast of air conditioning. Trying to ignore the way his shirt is sticking to his back, he walks closer to the counter to get a better look at the menu.
The shop is empty except for a couple talking quietly in the corner. There’s only one employee at the counter, a guy around Youngjae’s age who is singing along quietly to the radio as he wipes down the espresso machine. His short brown hair is gelled up and Youngjae runs a hand through his own somewhat damp bangs self-consciously. Youngjae doesn’t even realize he’s staring at the barista instead of the menu board until the other boy smiles brightly at him.
“Hello, welcome to Hime Coffee. What can I get you?” And wow, if he doesn’t have just the best smile, and if Youngjae isn’t more than just a little star struck.
“Um,” Youngjae replies eloquently. “I’m not sure yet. Something iced?"
“Yeah, iced for sure,” the barista says with another breathtaking smile. “How about an iced latte? Or just a plain iced espresso coffee? Either of those would be pretty refreshing. It sure is hot today, isn’t it?”
You’re hotter, Youngjae thinks, nodding dumbly. The guy quirks an eyebrow, and Youngjae realizes he still needs to actually give an order. Blushing furiously, he lets out an embarrassed laugh before managing to say, “An iced latte sounds good.”
“Okay, cool,” the barista says, ringing up the order. “You here on vacation, Seoul boy?” he asks while Youngjae fishes his wallet out of his pocket. The question is mostly rhetorical, Youngjae’s accent giving him away, but Youngjae nods anyway.
“Yeah, I’m currently committing a crime against the sanctity of ‘quality family time’ by ditching a trip to the market.”
“Good call. The market probably smells awful today, with the heat.” The barista hands Youngjae back his credit card and gets started on making the drink. “I’m Daehyun, by the way. If you’ve got some time to spare, you should hang around here and chat. It’s been painfully slow today.” He throws a grin over his shoulder.
“Sure,” Youngjae says, returning the smile. Suddenly this vacation doesn’t seem quite so bad after all.
hot mc; crossover! jihoon, chanyeol, and yongguk; 521 words; pg
requested by hyerims for the au summer fic game. prompt: p.o, chanyeol, and yongguk have a rap battle and argue over who’s voice is deepest. (hs or uni au)
Yongguk smiles and sighs good-naturedly as Jihoon drags him across campus, heading towards the student union. Jihoon’s hand is firm on Yongguk’s elbow, insistent despite Yongguk’s half-hearted protests.
“Come on, hyung,” Jihoon urges. “Chanyeol’s probably already there, and I’m sure he’s gathered a bunch of his friends.”
Yongguk rolls his eyes. “Remind me again why we’re about to have a rap battle with Park Chanyeol outside the student union?” he asks, picking up his pace so he won’t trip.
“Because of reasons,” Jihoon replies. “Important reasons,” he continues indignantly when Yongguk lets out an incredulous laugh. “Like pride and honor!” He suddenly halts, almost throwing Yongguk off balance, and leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “He said that his voice is the deepest. We can’t just let this slide.” Without warning Jihoon starts walking again, Yongguk stumbling after him.
“You do realize I was studying, right?” Yongguk asks as the union looms into sight past the library. “I was trying to finish up a project this afternoon.”
“Too bad,” Jihoon says brightly. “We’re already here.”
True to Jihoon’s prediction, there is a crowd of people sitting around on the union’s steps. At their center is a guy with close-cut dark hair, his bangs spiked up with gel. He waves when he catches sight of Jihoon and Yongguk, smiling brightly.
“Chanyeol, you fucker,” Jihoon calls out cheerfully. “Brought your own cheering section to comfort you when you lose?”
“As if I was the only one to call in reinforcements,” Chanyeol yells back. He gestures to where some of Jihoon’s crew are sitting, and Yongguk sees his own friends Daehyun and Youngjae mixed into the crowd as well. How the hell they even knew about this is a mystery to Yongguk.
Yongguk, Jihoon, and Chanyeol are all somewhat famous around campus for their involvement in the local hip-hop scene. They each run in their own circles, but these circles tend to overlap, and as a result they’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. They’re friends of sorts, featuring on each other’s mixtape tracks and showing up at gigs every now and then. Jihoon and Chanyeol both have an infectious youthful energy that Yongguk both admires and finds irresistible.
Which is how he’d ended up letting himself get pulled away from a study group and into the middle of an impromptu rap battle. Finals are coming up and he should really be studying, but the sun is shining and Jongup, Junhong, and Himchan are waving as they jog over - Daehyun and Youngjae must have texted them. Jihoon’s friends are catcalling and making a general fuss, which Chanyeol’s friends are returning with equal enthusiasm. The entire gathering is thrumming with energy.
Yongguk grins, waving back at his friends, and slings an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders. Jihoon and Chanyeol have been playfully trash talking each other, still apparently caught up on needing to prove who truly has the deepest voice, but they temporarily pause their tirade to glance at Yongguk.
“Come on, guys,” Yongguk says, loud enough for everyone present to hear. “Let’s get this show on the road. Are we having a rap battle today or what?”
specter chasers; crossover! minhyuk, luhan, and sunggyu; 508 words; pg; ghost hunter!au
requested by matarukajas for the au summer fic game. prompt: sunggyu, b-bomb, and lu han are ghost hunters whose synergy is mediocre at best.
“Where is Minhyuk?” Sunggyu hisses, trying his hardest to keep his voice quiet and calm. His eyes never leave the soccer ball slowly rolling in circles around the room all on its own. “He’s supposed to be in charge of all the camera equipment.”
“Oh,” Luhan says without even bothering to try to keep his voice down. Sunggyu winces. “He went to go get new batteries. The camera died and we left our extra batteries at the office.”
“What?” Sunggyu practically yells. The ball stops rolling, and Sunggyu curses, dropping his voice back down to a whisper. “What do you mean he left? The nearest store that would be open at this time of night is almost a half hour drive away! When did he leave?”
“While you were napping.” Luhan stands up, setting his recording equipment down on a shelf.
“I wasn’t napping, I was just resting my eyes.”
“Whatever you say, hyung,” Luhan says with a pointed look in Sunggyu’s direction. He walks forward, ignoring Sunggyu’s hisses of stop and what are you doing and get your ass back here. Kicking the ball gently, he lets it roll across the carpet. “Do you want to play?” Luhan calls out softly. The ball comes to an abrupt stop, as if someone had blocked it.
“Not really,” a voice replies, and both Luhan and Sunggyu jump in surprise. A second later there’s a faint outline of a boy standing next to the ball. He looks about Luhan’s age, with chubby cheeks and bangs flopping into his eyes. “I was just kicking it around because I’m bored.”
Sunggyu’s hands are shaking now, excitement flooding through his veins. He silently curses Minhyuk for not being there to film this, but at least he knows they’re getting a sound recording. A real, legitimate sound recording, not just some static sound that may or may not actually be the fridge kicking into overdrive. He tries to think of something to say to the ghost, but he’s beaten to it.
“I’m Luhan,” Luhan pipes up, suddenly chipper. “You’re really cute, ghost-ssi.” He grins his dumb eye-crinkly grin, and the ghost smiles tentatively back. Sunggyu splutters.
“Oh my God Luhan, are you seriously flirting with a ghost right now.”
-
“I’m back,” Minhyuk calls out, clutching a plastic shopping bag as he walks into the bedroom they had staked out. “What did I miss?”
Luhan is sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting happily with what seems to be a ghost. They don’t even bother to look up when Minhyuk comes in, Luhan laughing obnoxiously at something the ghost has said. Sunggyu is glaring daggers at the two of them and shoving sound equipment in Luhan’s face, only to be pushed away impatiently. Upon hearing Minhyuk enter the room, Sunggyu turns his glare on him instead. If looks could kill, Minhyuk would be joining the ghost in the after life right about now.
“Actually,” Minhyuk says as he backs up a couple steps towards the door, “I don’t think I want to know.”
requested by attrachen for the au summer fic game. prompt: stardust!au for suho x luhan.
A slight breeze cuts through the night, rustling through the grass and making Junmyeon wrap his coat more tightly around his body. Next to Junmyeon Luhan is asleep, bundled up in his blankets so that only his blond hair is peeking out. Junmyeon should be sleeping too - they still have another long day’s worth of travel ahead of them before they can reach the village closest to Wall - but after what had felt like hours of tossing and turning he had given up, crawling out of his blankets and settling into a sitting position, his head tilted back towards the night sky.
Their banked fire did little to deter the brightness of the stars overhead. They were endless, stretching across the horizon. Sitting here, like this, it was so hard to imagine that the same man who was sleeping beside him had once been one of those stars. The day that Junmyeon had watched a star fall and sworn he would retrieve it to prove his love to lady Sooyoung seemed so far away now. When he had received the Babylon candle from his father and used it to travel to that star, and found a rather confused man instead. It had only been a month at the longest, but somehow it felt more like a lifetime.
Luhan murmurs in his sleep, rolling over, and Junmyeon glances down at him with a smile. At the time he had started this journey, Junmyeon had been so sure of his love for Sooyoung. But now Junmyeon had met a star, traveled across a country, battled witches, and hitched a ride through the sky on a pirate ship. Now, everything about his village life from before seemed so insignificant. He hadn’t loved Sooyoung, not truly. It was all so clear now, a day away from what should have been the end of his quest. A fool’s quest.
“Junmyeon?” Luhan’s voice is scratchy from sleep, punctuated by the rustling of blankets. “Why are you awake? Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, Luhan,” Junmyeon says softly. “Go back to sleep.”
Luhan, in typical Luhan fashion, ignores Junmyeon and continues to struggle with his blankets until he is sitting upright as well. He wriggles closer, leaning against Junmyeon’s shoulder, his hair tickling Junmyeon’s cheek. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asks and Junmyeon nods. “You were worrying too much again, weren’t you?”
Junmyeon opens his mouth to reply but Luhan cuts him off, lifting a hand to point towards the east. “That’s where I used to be,” Luhan says. “The stars in that area are my brothers and sisters. We used to dance together, sometimes.” A hint of sadness creeps into his voice. Resignation, homesickness, nostalgia. Without really thinking, Junmyeon wraps an arm around Luhan’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” Junmyeon mumbles into Luhan’s hair.
“Don’t be,” Luhan replies quickly. “I don’t truly mind all that much. After a while it starts to get rather boring anyway. And besides,” he pauses, leaning away from Junmyeon far enough to smile up at him, “if I had never fallen, I would never have had the chance to meet you.”
Suddenly Junmyeon’s throat is too tight and he leans forward, enveloping Luhan in a hug. Luhan lets out an incredulous laugh, but his arms come up around Junmyeon’s sides, fingers digging into his coat. They stay that way for a few moments, then Luhan tightens the hug for a second before pulling away. “Stop thinking too much and go to sleep,” he says, shuffling back into his blankets. “We have a long day waiting tomorrow.” A hint of the earlier sadness has returned to his voice.
“Yeah,” Junmyeon echoes softly. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they will be back within reach of Wall. If everything had gone as planned, that meant that he should be taking Luhan across the border and presenting him to Sooyoung’s father.
But things hadn’t gone as planned, not quite. Luhan sighs quietly and Junmyeon smiles again. Tomorrow he will cross over to Wall and apologize for Sooyoung for all of the trouble he has caused her. Then he will come back and tell Luhan about how his feelings have changed. How he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with Sooyoung, but with Luhan instead.
Junmyeon climbs back into his makeshift bed, staring at the stars shining brightly above him.
Tomorrow.
rock to this; exo-m ot6, minor kris/jongdae; 1128 words; pg-13; rock band!au
written ages ago for exopromptmeme. the prompt was for rock band exo-m, with a request for chenris? idr ~u~ i don't really know how to rock band so i'm sorry in advance orz
Minseok leans back in his seat, twirling a drumstick idly in his fingers as he watches the people around him. Yixing is somewhere to his left, fiddling with the sound system and plugging the all wires that Minseok has never been able to keep straight into the correct sockets. Zitao is messing with his bass, sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the stage. Kris and Jongdae are talking quietly by the keyboard as Kris adjusts the stand to the correct height, leaning close to be heard over the soft buzz of the club. Luhan has disappeared somewhere, probably off to the bar.
It’s a little past 10 p.m., and Minseok knows that outside the Hongdae area is just starting to come to life. Downstairs in the club, though, things are still moving slowly. Their show doesn’t start for another hour, and only a few diehard fans have arrived already. Some of them are setting up some serious looking camera equipment and Minseok shudders, glad that people hardly ever bother to take pictures of him. He can hide behind his drums in his jeans and logo t-shirts and snapback hats, getting progressively more sweaty and disheveled without much worry of unattractive pictures of his face being uploaded on the internet.
Zitao, on the other hand, is dressed to the nines as always, all leather and studs and piercings. His newly dyed hair is gelled into a faux hawk and he smiles slightly as he leans over his bass, combat boots bouncing against the side of the stage. He loves the rock image, thrives on it, and manages to make it look damn good. Luhan is similar, although he goes more for the rough and torn image, preferring tank tops and jeans that are more rips than fabric. He’s plastered his guitar with stickers like he’s trying to make a statement, but Minseok knows that it’s mostly just because Luhan thinks it looks cool.
Kris tries to dress for the occasion too, but mostly he just ends up looking like a runway model who got lost and wandered into the club on accident. That’s ok though, because he’s tall and has a nice face, so their primarily female audience is willing to forgive him.
Sometimes Minseok wonders what the founders of the Korean punk and rock movements would think of them. Probably that they’re disgusting sellouts, he figures. They’re not angry enough at society to be punk, too concerned with their image to be grunge. Their music doesn’t have any particular message, and they thrive on the screams and adoration of their fans.
But it’s fun, and Minseok supposes that’s enough. Who cares if Jongdae primarily croons lyrics about sex and heartbreak into the microphone, or if Kris and Zitao spend their free time window-shopping at designer stores. They enjoy it, enjoy the music and the adrenaline and the performance, and that’s all that really matters.
“Minseokie!” someone screams in Minseok’s ear and he jumps, startled out of his thoughts, bumping into the cymbals. The resulting crash draws the eyes of everyone in the vicinity and Minseok curses as he feels himself turning red in embarrassment.
“Everything ok?” Kris asks with a raised eyebrow, and Jongdae snorts.
“Yes,” Minseok grinds out as he feels arms wrap around him from behind.
“Minseokie,” Luhan repeats loudly. He leans forward and his pink hair swims into Minseok’s vision as Luhan grabs Minseok’s cheek and starts to moosh it around. He’s already started drinking - Minseok can smell it on his breath. “Why do you look so serious?”
“Get off, fucker,” Minseok replies, leaning away from Luhan’s grasp and attempting to elbow him in the stomach. “Go bother someone else.”
“But you were brooding.” Minseok can hear the pout in Luhan’s voice, and he rolls his eyes. “Are you having preshow nerves? Do you need someone to hold your hand?”
“Fuck you, no.” Minseok bats Luhan’s hand away as he tries to grab Minseok’s cheek again. “I’m not Kris, I don’t need to be babied before every show.”
“Hey now,” Kris protests indignantly as Jongdae leans forward, grabbing the lapels of Kris’ vest to muffle his laughter against Kris’ chest.
Luhan isn’t nearly as discreet, tipping his head back in his signature laugh that fans call endearing and everyone else calls obnoxious. His grip on Minseok tightens and Minseok winces, wishing Luhan didn’t get progressively more clingy with every drink.
“Don’t you have something else to be doing?” Minseok asks as he halfheartedly tries to shrug Luhan off. “Go tune your guitar or talk to your adoring fans.”
“Yeah, all five of them,” Jongdae cuts in with his signature smug grin.
This finally spurs Luhan into letting go of Minseok, and he straightens up to his full height to glare at Jongdae.
“I have more fans than that, asshole,” he says with as much dignity as he can muster.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s actually six. I forgot to count your mom.”
For a second Minseok thinks Luhan is going to lunge at Jongdae, and tenses in preparation to defend his drums from the crossfire. Instead Luhan just deflates, wrapping his arms around Minseok again and resting his chin on Minseok’s shoulder.
“Minseokie, Jongdae is so mean to me,” he whines.
“Poor baby,” Minseok says agreeably, reaching up to pat Luhan on the head.
“Who needs hand holding now?” Yixing asks from behind the speakers. Luhan ignores him.
“You guys, we should sound check soon,” Zitao pipes up, and suddenly Minseok feels bad. The entire exchange had been in Korean, and although Zitao had gotten better lately he still struggled to follow quick conversations. Judging by his grin though, he had at least caught the gist of it.
“You guys all suck,” Luhan declares, moving towards the edge of the stage. “I’m going to go get another drink before the show starts.”
“Can you grab me a beer?” Minseok calls out as Luhan hops off the stage, grunting in reply.
“Get me one too,” Jongdae says, and Luhan flips him off.
“You shouldn’t drink before singing,” Kris fusses, reaching out to tug Jongdae’s slightly askew beanie back into place. Jongdae smacks his hands away and fixes it himself. His oversized army jacket rides up a bit, taking his t-shirt with it revealing a thin stripe of stomach. Kris stares at it pathetically and Minseok shakes his head as he leans down to collect his drumsticks from where they had fallen during Luhan’s ambush. Kris and Jongdae were both so hopelessly oblivious.
“You ready to go?” Yixing asks Minseok as he finally stands up and walks over to his guitar. He slings his guitar strap over his shoulder and shoots Minseok a dimpled smile. Minseok grins back, adjusting his grip on his drumsticks.
“Always.”
'cause i got you sweatin' in this weather; daehyun/youngjae; 536 words; pg
requested by kyumyeon for the au summer fic game. prompt: youngjae is on summer vacation where his eyes catch daehyun the handsome barista at the local coffee shop~
Youngjae absentmindedly fans himself as he turns another corner, wandering down a side street. Busan is hot, humidity sitting heavily across the city like a damp blanket. Clouds hang low overhead, promising rain but providing no relief from the relentless heat.
Youngjae had begged off from the day trip his parents were taking to a seafood market, citing his hate for fish as an excuse to hang back at the hotel. He hadn’t really wanted to come on this vacation anyway, and the air-conditioned room had seemed like a much better idea than venturing out into the summer heat.
But there are only so many drama re-runs one can watch on TV before the 32-degree, humid weather stops seeming quite so bad. After a couple of mind-numbing hours, Youngjae had decided to explore the area around the hotel and hunt for something cool to drink.
Down the side street, Youngjae smiles as he spots a sign advertising coffee. He pushes open the door, making the wind chime tied to it jangle, and revels in the blast of air conditioning. Trying to ignore the way his shirt is sticking to his back, he walks closer to the counter to get a better look at the menu.
The shop is empty except for a couple talking quietly in the corner. There’s only one employee at the counter, a guy around Youngjae’s age who is singing along quietly to the radio as he wipes down the espresso machine. His short brown hair is gelled up and Youngjae runs a hand through his own somewhat damp bangs self-consciously. Youngjae doesn’t even realize he’s staring at the barista instead of the menu board until the other boy smiles brightly at him.
“Hello, welcome to Hime Coffee. What can I get you?” And wow, if he doesn’t have just the best smile, and if Youngjae isn’t more than just a little star struck.
“Um,” Youngjae replies eloquently. “I’m not sure yet. Something iced?"
“Yeah, iced for sure,” the barista says with another breathtaking smile. “How about an iced latte? Or just a plain iced espresso coffee? Either of those would be pretty refreshing. It sure is hot today, isn’t it?”
You’re hotter, Youngjae thinks, nodding dumbly. The guy quirks an eyebrow, and Youngjae realizes he still needs to actually give an order. Blushing furiously, he lets out an embarrassed laugh before managing to say, “An iced latte sounds good.”
“Okay, cool,” the barista says, ringing up the order. “You here on vacation, Seoul boy?” he asks while Youngjae fishes his wallet out of his pocket. The question is mostly rhetorical, Youngjae’s accent giving him away, but Youngjae nods anyway.
“Yeah, I’m currently committing a crime against the sanctity of ‘quality family time’ by ditching a trip to the market.”
“Good call. The market probably smells awful today, with the heat.” The barista hands Youngjae back his credit card and gets started on making the drink. “I’m Daehyun, by the way. If you’ve got some time to spare, you should hang around here and chat. It’s been painfully slow today.” He throws a grin over his shoulder.
“Sure,” Youngjae says, returning the smile. Suddenly this vacation doesn’t seem quite so bad after all.
hot mc; crossover! jihoon, chanyeol, and yongguk; 521 words; pg
requested by hyerims for the au summer fic game. prompt: p.o, chanyeol, and yongguk have a rap battle and argue over who’s voice is deepest. (hs or uni au)
Yongguk smiles and sighs good-naturedly as Jihoon drags him across campus, heading towards the student union. Jihoon’s hand is firm on Yongguk’s elbow, insistent despite Yongguk’s half-hearted protests.
“Come on, hyung,” Jihoon urges. “Chanyeol’s probably already there, and I’m sure he’s gathered a bunch of his friends.”
Yongguk rolls his eyes. “Remind me again why we’re about to have a rap battle with Park Chanyeol outside the student union?” he asks, picking up his pace so he won’t trip.
“Because of reasons,” Jihoon replies. “Important reasons,” he continues indignantly when Yongguk lets out an incredulous laugh. “Like pride and honor!” He suddenly halts, almost throwing Yongguk off balance, and leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “He said that his voice is the deepest. We can’t just let this slide.” Without warning Jihoon starts walking again, Yongguk stumbling after him.
“You do realize I was studying, right?” Yongguk asks as the union looms into sight past the library. “I was trying to finish up a project this afternoon.”
“Too bad,” Jihoon says brightly. “We’re already here.”
True to Jihoon’s prediction, there is a crowd of people sitting around on the union’s steps. At their center is a guy with close-cut dark hair, his bangs spiked up with gel. He waves when he catches sight of Jihoon and Yongguk, smiling brightly.
“Chanyeol, you fucker,” Jihoon calls out cheerfully. “Brought your own cheering section to comfort you when you lose?”
“As if I was the only one to call in reinforcements,” Chanyeol yells back. He gestures to where some of Jihoon’s crew are sitting, and Yongguk sees his own friends Daehyun and Youngjae mixed into the crowd as well. How the hell they even knew about this is a mystery to Yongguk.
Yongguk, Jihoon, and Chanyeol are all somewhat famous around campus for their involvement in the local hip-hop scene. They each run in their own circles, but these circles tend to overlap, and as a result they’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. They’re friends of sorts, featuring on each other’s mixtape tracks and showing up at gigs every now and then. Jihoon and Chanyeol both have an infectious youthful energy that Yongguk both admires and finds irresistible.
Which is how he’d ended up letting himself get pulled away from a study group and into the middle of an impromptu rap battle. Finals are coming up and he should really be studying, but the sun is shining and Jongup, Junhong, and Himchan are waving as they jog over - Daehyun and Youngjae must have texted them. Jihoon’s friends are catcalling and making a general fuss, which Chanyeol’s friends are returning with equal enthusiasm. The entire gathering is thrumming with energy.
Yongguk grins, waving back at his friends, and slings an arm around Jihoon’s shoulders. Jihoon and Chanyeol have been playfully trash talking each other, still apparently caught up on needing to prove who truly has the deepest voice, but they temporarily pause their tirade to glance at Yongguk.
“Come on, guys,” Yongguk says, loud enough for everyone present to hear. “Let’s get this show on the road. Are we having a rap battle today or what?”
specter chasers; crossover! minhyuk, luhan, and sunggyu; 508 words; pg; ghost hunter!au
requested by matarukajas for the au summer fic game. prompt: sunggyu, b-bomb, and lu han are ghost hunters whose synergy is mediocre at best.
“Where is Minhyuk?” Sunggyu hisses, trying his hardest to keep his voice quiet and calm. His eyes never leave the soccer ball slowly rolling in circles around the room all on its own. “He’s supposed to be in charge of all the camera equipment.”
“Oh,” Luhan says without even bothering to try to keep his voice down. Sunggyu winces. “He went to go get new batteries. The camera died and we left our extra batteries at the office.”
“What?” Sunggyu practically yells. The ball stops rolling, and Sunggyu curses, dropping his voice back down to a whisper. “What do you mean he left? The nearest store that would be open at this time of night is almost a half hour drive away! When did he leave?”
“While you were napping.” Luhan stands up, setting his recording equipment down on a shelf.
“I wasn’t napping, I was just resting my eyes.”
“Whatever you say, hyung,” Luhan says with a pointed look in Sunggyu’s direction. He walks forward, ignoring Sunggyu’s hisses of stop and what are you doing and get your ass back here. Kicking the ball gently, he lets it roll across the carpet. “Do you want to play?” Luhan calls out softly. The ball comes to an abrupt stop, as if someone had blocked it.
“Not really,” a voice replies, and both Luhan and Sunggyu jump in surprise. A second later there’s a faint outline of a boy standing next to the ball. He looks about Luhan’s age, with chubby cheeks and bangs flopping into his eyes. “I was just kicking it around because I’m bored.”
Sunggyu’s hands are shaking now, excitement flooding through his veins. He silently curses Minhyuk for not being there to film this, but at least he knows they’re getting a sound recording. A real, legitimate sound recording, not just some static sound that may or may not actually be the fridge kicking into overdrive. He tries to think of something to say to the ghost, but he’s beaten to it.
“I’m Luhan,” Luhan pipes up, suddenly chipper. “You’re really cute, ghost-ssi.” He grins his dumb eye-crinkly grin, and the ghost smiles tentatively back. Sunggyu splutters.
“Oh my God Luhan, are you seriously flirting with a ghost right now.”
-
“I’m back,” Minhyuk calls out, clutching a plastic shopping bag as he walks into the bedroom they had staked out. “What did I miss?”
Luhan is sitting on the edge of the bed, chatting happily with what seems to be a ghost. They don’t even bother to look up when Minhyuk comes in, Luhan laughing obnoxiously at something the ghost has said. Sunggyu is glaring daggers at the two of them and shoving sound equipment in Luhan’s face, only to be pushed away impatiently. Upon hearing Minhyuk enter the room, Sunggyu turns his glare on him instead. If looks could kill, Minhyuk would be joining the ghost in the after life right about now.
“Actually,” Minhyuk says as he backs up a couple steps towards the door, “I don’t think I want to know.”