(drabble) you make me tingle, tingle
you make me tingle, tingle
baeksoo, side!jongdae (uhuhuh sorry babydae)
pg-13 (for swearing, again, one?)
641w, fluffy
the law should make it mandatory for everyone to have a teddy bear-like bestfriend (but maybe preferably two).
warning: genderswitch, lapslock
a/n: same universe as this one and inspired by this picture [insert squealing and flailing]. bc my friends forever be telling-slash-slapping-slash-pinching me everytime my legs open wider than they would like it to be. pffft. this is unbetaed, written in one sitting so mediocrity is to be expected.
A/n: Crossposted at AFF here
this is turning out to be the most annoying wait for a weekend trip ever.
the thing about do kyungsoo is that she is the most perfect person ever despite her many pet peeves towards peasants who continuously parade around pretending to be normal human beings, never mind what people-- or rather, zitao tells her about her diminutive size.
(because last she heard, guys dig petite 'uns and nothing that zitao told baekhyun and consequently relayed to kyungsoo will ever stick in the court of law. kyungsoo will make sure whatever zitao say not hold in the league of justice and she'll do it with utmost pleasure and she knows baekhyun will silently but surely side with her anyway even if baekhyun's supposed to be on zitao's side just because the latter is her boyfriend. bah. well. ex-boyfriend now. serves him right)
and jongdae is definitely her number one supporter. kyungsoo doesn't have to worry about that.
speaking of jongdae though; jongdae's in danger of losing her number one supporter throne because out of all of kyungsoo's pet peeves, jongdae's currently exhibiting features of her most hated one.
punctuality.
kyungsoo swipes viciously at her poor, cracked screen and presses #1 with increased vigor. in between crossing and uncrossing and crossing and more uncrossing of her lithe legs, the balls of her right feet are tapping impatiently against squeaky floor despite her total abhorrence of such action because-- "where the hell are you!" her words are shrill and icy and kyungsoo feels an avalanche of satisfaction to hear jongdae spluttering across the line.
"sorry, sorry!" huff. huff. pant. pant. "something happened. be there in-" jongdae lets out a muffled ooof and kyungsoo's momentarily concerned, "be there in five. love you!" and the line is dead.
kyungsoo's eyebrows raise, and her eyes narrow dangerously. nobody hangs up on her. ever. kim jongdae-
(kyungsoo tries to ignore the flutterings in her stupid tummy, sits up straighter, and hopes her cheeks aren't dusted pink because of what jongdae's just oh so casually said)
kyungsoo still needs to vent though, so she turns to her right and slaps at baekhyun's wide open posture.
"you-" slaps left thigh, "are a lady," kyungsoo reaches over and slaps the right thigh, "so keep your legs closed!" she hisses, and slaps baekhyun's left thigh again for good measure. she ignores baekhyun's pitiful yelp, and crosses her own legs primly, the way only she can, and unlike however her two best friends cannot. "i have been teaching you both for so many years!" kyungsoo mutters under her breath, miffed. "why do you guys suck so bad in social etiquette-- i swear--"
"stop complaining, sooyah." baekhyun didn't even stop tapping feverishly at her phone, her body jumpy and wiggling the way she always do whenever she attempts to play call of duty on a four-inch screen. "there's no one to impress here, yunno. let loose a bit."
kyungsoo huffs. bloody best friends. she eyes baekhyun's ripped jeans, trails upwards to blue-and-white off-shoulder striped loose tee and the nonchalant snapback perched on baekhyun's messy mop of reddish brown hair. she sighs. and lets baekhyun pull her small shoulder closer into baekhyun's warmth-
(even if baekhyun doesn't even spare a glance, her movements are natural and smooth; as if kyungsoo is just another extended limb off baekhyun's body, and she's only collecting her own body parts that's lying around haphazardly)
"stop sighing." baekhyun's voice is warm and yet kyungsoo's struck with the image of lounging under the afternoon sun, sipping peach iced tea. "i don't like it."
kyungsoo nods and noses deeper into baekhyun. this is nice. hugs are nice. skinship is nice. it feels like the right time to be snuggly and cuddly and lovely-- "adhhdsggd." she mumbles.
"yes, yes, i love you too. now shush."
kyungsoo's pretty excited for this weekend trip.
p/s: i love hugs. like. love love love love /L O V E/ hugs. in a totally heterosexual way. except my friends don't really get that. lol. i mentioned once that i love unlimited skinship, and they interpreted it as entire-and-total-body-surface kind of unlimited, instead of me trying to say all-day-all-night-all-the-time-and-whenever-i-want-to kind of unlimited. pffft. extra cookies to one friend who subconsciously let me snuggle up her arms and backhugs me and places her chin on my head bc i'm that short and she's that tall. wow. tmi. haha. sorrynotsorry.
baeksoo, side!jongdae (uhuhuh sorry babydae)
pg-13 (for swearing, again, one?)
641w, fluffy
the law should make it mandatory for everyone to have a teddy bear-like bestfriend (but maybe preferably two).
warning: genderswitch, lapslock
a/n: same universe as this one and inspired by this picture [insert squealing and flailing]. bc my friends forever be telling-slash-slapping-slash-pinching me everytime my legs open wider than they would like it to be. pffft. this is unbetaed, written in one sitting so mediocrity is to be expected.
A/n: Crossposted at AFF here
this is turning out to be the most annoying wait for a weekend trip ever.
the thing about do kyungsoo is that she is the most perfect person ever despite her many pet peeves towards peasants who continuously parade around pretending to be normal human beings, never mind what people-- or rather, zitao tells her about her diminutive size.
(because last she heard, guys dig petite 'uns and nothing that zitao told baekhyun and consequently relayed to kyungsoo will ever stick in the court of law. kyungsoo will make sure whatever zitao say not hold in the league of justice and she'll do it with utmost pleasure and she knows baekhyun will silently but surely side with her anyway even if baekhyun's supposed to be on zitao's side just because the latter is her boyfriend. bah. well. ex-boyfriend now. serves him right)
and jongdae is definitely her number one supporter. kyungsoo doesn't have to worry about that.
speaking of jongdae though; jongdae's in danger of losing her number one supporter throne because out of all of kyungsoo's pet peeves, jongdae's currently exhibiting features of her most hated one.
punctuality.
kyungsoo swipes viciously at her poor, cracked screen and presses #1 with increased vigor. in between crossing and uncrossing and crossing and more uncrossing of her lithe legs, the balls of her right feet are tapping impatiently against squeaky floor despite her total abhorrence of such action because-- "where the hell are you!" her words are shrill and icy and kyungsoo feels an avalanche of satisfaction to hear jongdae spluttering across the line.
"sorry, sorry!" huff. huff. pant. pant. "something happened. be there in-" jongdae lets out a muffled ooof and kyungsoo's momentarily concerned, "be there in five. love you!" and the line is dead.
kyungsoo's eyebrows raise, and her eyes narrow dangerously. nobody hangs up on her. ever. kim jongdae-
(kyungsoo tries to ignore the flutterings in her stupid tummy, sits up straighter, and hopes her cheeks aren't dusted pink because of what jongdae's just oh so casually said)
kyungsoo still needs to vent though, so she turns to her right and slaps at baekhyun's wide open posture.
"you-" slaps left thigh, "are a lady," kyungsoo reaches over and slaps the right thigh, "so keep your legs closed!" she hisses, and slaps baekhyun's left thigh again for good measure. she ignores baekhyun's pitiful yelp, and crosses her own legs primly, the way only she can, and unlike however her two best friends cannot. "i have been teaching you both for so many years!" kyungsoo mutters under her breath, miffed. "why do you guys suck so bad in social etiquette-- i swear--"
"stop complaining, sooyah." baekhyun didn't even stop tapping feverishly at her phone, her body jumpy and wiggling the way she always do whenever she attempts to play call of duty on a four-inch screen. "there's no one to impress here, yunno. let loose a bit."
kyungsoo huffs. bloody best friends. she eyes baekhyun's ripped jeans, trails upwards to blue-and-white off-shoulder striped loose tee and the nonchalant snapback perched on baekhyun's messy mop of reddish brown hair. she sighs. and lets baekhyun pull her small shoulder closer into baekhyun's warmth-
(even if baekhyun doesn't even spare a glance, her movements are natural and smooth; as if kyungsoo is just another extended limb off baekhyun's body, and she's only collecting her own body parts that's lying around haphazardly)
"stop sighing." baekhyun's voice is warm and yet kyungsoo's struck with the image of lounging under the afternoon sun, sipping peach iced tea. "i don't like it."
kyungsoo nods and noses deeper into baekhyun. this is nice. hugs are nice. skinship is nice. it feels like the right time to be snuggly and cuddly and lovely-- "adhhdsggd." she mumbles.
"yes, yes, i love you too. now shush."
kyungsoo's pretty excited for this weekend trip.
p/s: i love hugs. like. love love love love /L O V E/ hugs. in a totally heterosexual way. except my friends don't really get that. lol. i mentioned once that i love unlimited skinship, and they interpreted it as entire-and-total-body-surface kind of unlimited, instead of me trying to say all-day-all-night-all-the-time-and-whenever-i-want-to kind of unlimited. pffft. extra cookies to one friend who subconsciously let me snuggle up her arms and backhugs me and places her chin on my head bc i'm that short and she's that tall. wow. tmi. haha. sorrynotsorry.