sing a song of sixpence
iTunes Shuffle Challenge
I asked jessdislikesjam to give me 10 pairings, and she did.
Ratings vary, but it's pretty lowkey
Warnings: Drinking, alluded drug use, swearing, sexual situations, character death
1: Nickhun/Junho (2PM): Impersonality- Goo Goo Dolls
Nichkhun wore his heart on his sleeve. He knew it was dangerous, and he did get hurt, but he refused to change. He was who he was, and all he could do was be the best person he could be and hope people liked what they saw.
Junho- didn’t. Nichkhun had known Junho for years, friend of a friend, you know, but he couldn’t say he knew him. While Junho was open and fun, he kept a part of him locked away, and that was what kept Nichkhun coming back and driving forward, despite the impersonal way Junho interacted with people.
When Junho finally allowed him in, Nichkhun had never been more proud of himself.
2: Chansung/Wooyoung (2PM): Voldy Baby- The Parselmouths
* remixed by mo_chan_tf
It was Christmas Eve, and Jay had smuggled Firewhiskey into the dorm rooms.
Chansung figured this probably wasn’t the best of ideas, but ten shots down with a drunk Wooyoung charmed into a short red dress trimmed in white and a Santa hat warbling about being a good witch and mourning all the wizards he hadn’t kissed and asking Voldy (there had been a long discussion made very serious by alcohol about what Voldemort would look like in a Santa suit, and how if he hadn’t died that should have been his community service) and he was beginning to change his mind as he guffawed.
Turns out a drunk Wooyoung didn’t have very good balance and after a final twirl that sent his skirt flying far higher than what was decent, Chansung found himself with a laptop full of red, hiccupping Wooyoung.
And he decided Jay deserved a present.
3: Taecyeon/Wooyoung (2PM): Please Forgive Me- Bryan Adams
‘No.’
Junho laughed next to Wooyoung as Wooyoung stared at the mountain of flowers on his desk, little heart shaped chocolates on sticks bobbling out of the basket.
Wooyoung marched over to the basket as Junho collapsed on the floor, howling with laughter, and wrenched the card from the midst of the flowers, opening it and making Junho laugh even more when a puff of glitter was exhaled from the card and gently settled all over Wooyoung and his eyes scanned the card.
HAPPY 578 DAYS! Your loving boyfie, OKTAECYEON
Wooyoung glared at the grinning cat at the bottom of the card and yanked out his phone, hitting speeddial.
‘Do you like it honeypie?’ Taecyeon cooed on the other end of the line.
‘What the fuck, Taecyeon, it looks like a flower shop in here, everyone is staring and I think you killed Junho, he’s turning blue he’s laughing so much.’
‘But I love youuuuu.’
‘Why would you do this.’
‘Forgive me? I’ll make it up to you.’
‘How?’
‘Well-‘ Taecyeon’s voice took on a suggestive tone and Wooyoung just knew he was waggling his eyebrows, and he hung up.
He sent a message two seconds later: tell me at home
He rolled his eyes at the picture he got in return, Taecyeon blowing a soppy kiss at the screen, and heaved the basket of flowers off his desk, putting them next to it and sitting down.
‘Have you finished,’ he asked Junho. ‘Please leave.’
Yanking a chocolate from the basket, Wooyoung pulled out his work.
Grudgingly he admitted to himself that it wasn’t all that bad, in fact, he quite liked it, but he’d be damned if he ever let anyone know that.
(Except maybe Taecyeon, later that night, in bed).
4. Wooyoung (2PM)/Woohyun (Infinite): This Is Hip- John Lee Hooker
Woohyun let out a little gasp as Wooyoung lazily kissed his way down his neck, sucking in greedy breaths of air.
‘Do you not need to breathe or something?’ Woohyun asked breathlessly, and Wooyoung laughed.
‘It’s called breathing through your nose,’ Wooyoung murmured and pressed forward again, catching Woohyun’s swollen lips with his own, shunting him across the backseat of the car, and Woohyun jerked his hips up and Wooyoung let out a little groan.
‘You lousy cheat,’ Wooyoung murmured, ‘I’m pretty sure your brother is watching from the living room window.’
Woohyun craned his neck to look behind him and flipped the middle finger in the direction of his house, before pulling Wooyoung in for one last long kiss.
He was smoothing down his hair and straightening his clothes when Wooyoung managed to climb out the backseat of the car.
‘The window handle’s a bitch, by the way, I’m so going to have a bruise on my back tomorrow,’ Woohyun informed him and Wooyoung shot him a cheeky grin.
‘I’ll kiss it better.’
Woohyun leaned forward to give Wooyoung another kiss, laughing. ‘You’d better.’
Wooyoung held Woohyun for a minute, nuzzling into his neck, mouthing out the words he wasn’t ready to say before reluctantly letting him go.
‘Thanks for the ride,’ Woohyun said with a grin, which softened as he gave Wooyoung one last peck. ‘Call me when you get home?’
Wooyoung gave a nod, and shooed him inside.
Talking until they fell asleep was his favourite part of going to bed.
5. Seulong (2AM)/ Junho (2PM): Sentimental Guy- Ben Folds
‘Do you ever think of high school? There were some good times there,’ Seulong said wistfully, lying on the couch and staring out the window and Junho threw him a sceptical glance.
‘Why are you thinking about high school?’
‘I was just remembering, you know. Everything seemed simpler back then. It was great, I mean, I met you. First kiss. First kiss with you considerably later.’
‘Didn’t know you were so sentimental,’ Junho remarked dryly, putting aside his book.
‘First public blowjob,’ Seulong returned with a glittering grin. ‘Because you were impatient under the bleachers. That was probably one of the most terrifying and arousing moments of my life.’
‘That was fun,’ Junho remembered wistfully.
‘Hmm,’ Seulong commented idly then shrugged. ‘But now I get to have you at my beck and call 24/7 and we get to have mindblowing sex without worrying about being caught by parents-‘ he paused, ‘quite as often, so I guess it’s better.’
‘Well, that sentimentality disappeared quickly,’ Junho laughed.
‘Go make me a sandwich, woman,’ Seulong replied, and Junho flipped him off, reaching for his book again.
6. Jinwoon (2AM)/ Nicole (KARA): Deck The Halls- Red Hot Chili Peppers
Jinwoon’s eyes creased into crescents as he watched Nicole bound around their small apartment with an armful of tinsel, the teetering tree in the corner overloaded with decorations.
She shot him a laughing grin, as she pinned two stockings to the window, climbing up on a chair to drape one last piece of tinsel on top of the frame.
‘First Christmas living together,’ she laughed happily, heading over to wrap her arms around his waist (she couldn’t really reach higher), nuzzling into his chest, surveying the room before looking up at him. ‘Where did you disappear to earlier?’
‘We forgot something vitally important,’ he informed her and her brow furrowed.
‘What?’
Grinning, he produced a sprig of mistletoe from behind his back and held it above her head, his heart expanding at her delighted squeal as she threw her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy-toes to give him a loud smacking kiss.
‘Merry Christmas,’ she murmured, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up easily.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he replied as she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning in to meld their lips together properly.
7: Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Super Junior): Mr Brownstone- Guns n Roses
*set in the same universe as Playing With Fire
‘Kyuhyun!’ Sungmin yelled at the door and Kyuhyun gradually wrenched himself from sleep, blinking around confusedly.
‘Cho Kyuhyun, open the goddamn door!’
‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ Kyuhyun muttered hoarsely, wrapping his blanket around him and shuffling to the door, unlocking it to find a pissed off Sungmin, and he winced at the sunlight streaming in.
‘Have you only just woken up?’ Sungmin asked, and pushed passed him.
‘What time is it?’ Kyuhyun asked, his voice barely there.
‘It’s like 3 in the afternoon. How much did you take last night, jesus, Kyu.’
Kyuhyun avoided Sungmin’s disappointed gaze. ‘Just a little.’
‘Your just a little or my just a little?’ Sungmin asked acidly and Kyuhyun opened his mouth before closing it again.
‘My just a little,’ he mumbled, his head drooping.
‘So more than a little,’ Sungmin clarified, and Kyuhyun nodded before shuffling over to Sungmin. ‘I’m angry at you,’ Sungmin told him as Kyuhyun reached out with his hands still holding tightly onto the blanket, wrapping Sungmin in it too and nuzzling into his neck, his knees bending greatly. ‘I was waiting forever out there.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Kyuhyun mumbled, mouthing at Sungmin’s neck. ‘I didn’t mean to make you angry. Blame Kangin, he kept me out late.’
‘Oh he’s going to get it, alright,’ Sungmin laughed, and Kyuhyun grinned into his neck, knowing Sungmin’s resolve had weakened and he shunted him forward onto the bed, crowding him over until he was practically lying on top of him.
He wasn’t the cuddling type, but he was still fucking tired, and Sungmin was soft and warm and comfortable- and smelled better than his pillow, Kyuhyun decided, humming happily as Sungmin’s fingers trailed through his hair.
8. Taemin (SHINee)/ Kai (EXO): They Do, They Don’t- Jack Johnson
The door of the rundown apartment slammed shut behind Taemin and Jongin whirled around with a bright grin, his chest heaving.
‘Let’s see it,’ he urged and Taemin’s eyes glittered underneath his dark hair and he walked slowly to the table, his eyes not leaving Jongin as he pulled out a small twist of material, unfurling it to reveal a handful of glittering diamonds that were safe in the back of the jewellery store not two hours previously and Jongin let out a delighted laugh and reached for Taemin, crashing their lips together harshly, adrenalin surging through the both of them and feeding their lust.
‘So where to next?’ Jongin asked with a grin and Taemin reached over to tug out the mapbook, tossing it on the bed next to Jongin.
‘You choose. Anywhere you want.’
Two best friends turned lovers, feral and reclusive, trusting only each other as they moved from place to place, amassing a fortune for no other reason other than they could, whispering forever to each other as they drank each other in, safe in the dark. They had nothing to lose.
Or so they thought.
Jongin’s veins were icecold and his heart was thumping a million miles a minute as he stared at Taemin tied to the train tracks, his lips split and bleeding as he snarled at the man who’d tied him there, the mob boss who’d taken offence to two skinny kids ripping him off.
The man dusted his hands off and walked away and Jongin fought futilely against the men who held him back, his knees giving way as he put too much force on them as he tried to get to Taemin, his name being wrenched from his throat in a scream he didn’t even realise he was letting out.
The steady sound of the train grew nearer and Jongin fought harder, screamed louder even though his throat was raw and his cheeks were wet, and Taemin looked away from the fast approaching train to look at Jongin, his eyes shining in the moonlight and the fight was sucked out of Jongin as he tried to catch his breath.
Time seemed to slow, and everything went silent, all Jongin could hear was the steady throb of the blood in his ears as he stared at Taemin, his pale skin white in the moonlight, his dark eyes and hair blending into the night, a black and white movie, and that moment seemed to stretch on for eternity before everything came rushing back, the sound suddenly unbearably loud and Jongin barely heard the scream he let out amongst it all.
The men let go of Jongin and he dropped to his knees, broken and hiccupping in desperate sobs as the train chuffed merrily on into the distance.
9: CL (2NE1)/ Zico (Block B): Your Redneck Past- Ben Folds
‘If you could be anyone in the world, past or present,’ he murmured lazily, kissing the place between her bare breast and shoulder, his arm looped idly over her waist, the white sheets tangled around their legs, ‘who would you be?’
‘What?’ Chaerin laughed softly, glancing down at him and raking her long nails through his hair, along his scalp.
‘If you had to open a magazine, if you could reinvent yourself completely, who would you be? Would you still be CL, badass chick everyone’s scared of and half in love with, or would you be Chaerin, the clean cut good girl? Or neither?’ He peered up at her, using her boobs as a pillow.
‘What brought this on?’ she asked and he shrugged.
‘Kyung was talking some shit about reincarnation and I don’t know, I was just thinking.’
‘Well,’ she deliberated and wiggling down the bed, shunting him off her enough so she could turn on her side and prop her head up with her hand, facing him, and he made the bed bounce as he wiggled forward to get closer, draping his arm back around her waist and drawing her a little closer, mirroring her pose, and she walked her fingers up his arm. ‘Which one do you like best?’
He shot her a lazy grin. ‘Any which one. They’re all you.’
She laughed softly, ducking her head to hide her smile behind a curtain of hair, before shaking it out of her face again so she could see him. ‘What about you? Zi-a-co or plain old Jiho?’
His low laugh rumbled through her, sending a tiny flurry of butterflies up in her stomach.
‘Whichever one gets to have you,’ he replied and she smacked him lightly on the bicep before leaning in for a slow, sticky kiss. He pushed forward, pushing her onto her back as he licked languidly into her mouth. ‘But let’s be real, babe,’ he murmured against her lips, lying half on top of her, his leg slipping between hers. ‘We could never be plain.’
10. Myungsoo (Infinite)/ Woori (Rainbow): In Taberna Quando Sumus- Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana
Myungsoo stumbled and hiccupped, and latched onto Sungyeol’s arm in an attempt to stay upright- which probably wasn’t the best idea ever as Sungyeol’s free arm went windmilling as he overbalanced, grabbing at Woohyun, and when Myungsoo tripped over his own feet, all three of them ended up on the ground.
‘I don’t- I don’t get it,’ Sungyeol declared loudly, ‘Why are you so drunk, it takes so much to get you drunk?’
‘I-‘ Myungsoo stopped to hiccup again. ‘She challenged me to a drinking competition, and I didn’t mean to accept but she distracted me with her womanly wiles!’
Sungyeol squinted at him ‘Who?’
‘That- that friend of Hoya’s girlfriend!’ Myungsoo said plaintively. ‘Woo-‘
‘Woohyun?’ Sungyeol tried and Myungsoo shook his head and then waited for the world to stop spinning as Woohyun loudly declared that he’d never been a girl, thank you very much, Sungyeol was the one who’d worn a dress that one time.
‘Woori,’ Myungsoo eventually said and Sungyeol nodded slowly.
‘I think I remember her. I think. No.’
‘Isn’t that her?’ Woohyun asked, flinging his arm out and Myungsoo turned to look where he was pointing, hiccupping as he saw Dongwoo and Noeul laughing on either side of a stumbling, giggling Woori.
‘Mmhmm.’ Myungsoo nodded, and Sungyeol was silent for a couple second before shoving Myungsoo’s shoulder.
‘Stop staring, it’s creepy.’
‘Why are you all on the floor?’ Woori giggled and Myungsoo glanced around as if only just realising that, oh hey, I’m on the floor.
‘Fell and forgot to get up,’ he told her and Dongwoo slipped out from under her arm, leaving her to slump against Noeul as he stumbled over to help them up.
The world was still spinning as he lay in the dark at Noeul’s house a little later, glad the floor was solid underneath him- he thought a bed might swallow him just then.
‘Oh, whoops,’ a voice giggled next to him following a soft thump, and Myungsoo squinted through the dark to see Woori sitting there.
‘Myung- Myungsoo?’ she asked, peering at him and he hiccupped and nodded.
‘Yes,’ he added quietly, in case she couldn’t see him.
‘Can I sleep here? I don’t know where my pillow went,’ she asked, and he nodded again.
‘Yes,’ he said again, tacking on a hiccup at the end.
‘Thanks!’
She snuggled into him with a sigh and he stiffened a bit, not knowing where to put his arms.
‘Myungsoo?’ she said softly, and he gave a semi-frightened hiccup in response. ‘I really like you.’
A couple of surprised hiccups later (Myungsoo was never drinking again, the hiccups were starting to hurt) and Myungsoo could feel his cheeks burning as he slowly edged his arm to loop around her waist, and she hummed happily into his chest.
Soon, her soft snores were lulling him to sleep, and he cuddled her a bit closer in his half-asleep haze, warm and wonderfully content with how the night had turned out.
I asked jessdislikesjam to give me 10 pairings, and she did.
Ratings vary, but it's pretty lowkey
Warnings: Drinking, alluded drug use, swearing, sexual situations, character death
1: Nickhun/Junho (2PM): Impersonality- Goo Goo Dolls
Nichkhun wore his heart on his sleeve. He knew it was dangerous, and he did get hurt, but he refused to change. He was who he was, and all he could do was be the best person he could be and hope people liked what they saw.
Junho- didn’t. Nichkhun had known Junho for years, friend of a friend, you know, but he couldn’t say he knew him. While Junho was open and fun, he kept a part of him locked away, and that was what kept Nichkhun coming back and driving forward, despite the impersonal way Junho interacted with people.
When Junho finally allowed him in, Nichkhun had never been more proud of himself.
2: Chansung/Wooyoung (2PM): Voldy Baby- The Parselmouths
* remixed by mo_chan_tf
It was Christmas Eve, and Jay had smuggled Firewhiskey into the dorm rooms.
Chansung figured this probably wasn’t the best of ideas, but ten shots down with a drunk Wooyoung charmed into a short red dress trimmed in white and a Santa hat warbling about being a good witch and mourning all the wizards he hadn’t kissed and asking Voldy (there had been a long discussion made very serious by alcohol about what Voldemort would look like in a Santa suit, and how if he hadn’t died that should have been his community service) and he was beginning to change his mind as he guffawed.
Turns out a drunk Wooyoung didn’t have very good balance and after a final twirl that sent his skirt flying far higher than what was decent, Chansung found himself with a laptop full of red, hiccupping Wooyoung.
And he decided Jay deserved a present.
3: Taecyeon/Wooyoung (2PM): Please Forgive Me- Bryan Adams
‘No.’
Junho laughed next to Wooyoung as Wooyoung stared at the mountain of flowers on his desk, little heart shaped chocolates on sticks bobbling out of the basket.
Wooyoung marched over to the basket as Junho collapsed on the floor, howling with laughter, and wrenched the card from the midst of the flowers, opening it and making Junho laugh even more when a puff of glitter was exhaled from the card and gently settled all over Wooyoung and his eyes scanned the card.
HAPPY 578 DAYS! Your loving boyfie, OKTAECYEON
Wooyoung glared at the grinning cat at the bottom of the card and yanked out his phone, hitting speeddial.
‘Do you like it honeypie?’ Taecyeon cooed on the other end of the line.
‘What the fuck, Taecyeon, it looks like a flower shop in here, everyone is staring and I think you killed Junho, he’s turning blue he’s laughing so much.’
‘But I love youuuuu.’
‘Why would you do this.’
‘Forgive me? I’ll make it up to you.’
‘How?’
‘Well-‘ Taecyeon’s voice took on a suggestive tone and Wooyoung just knew he was waggling his eyebrows, and he hung up.
He sent a message two seconds later: tell me at home
He rolled his eyes at the picture he got in return, Taecyeon blowing a soppy kiss at the screen, and heaved the basket of flowers off his desk, putting them next to it and sitting down.
‘Have you finished,’ he asked Junho. ‘Please leave.’
Yanking a chocolate from the basket, Wooyoung pulled out his work.
Grudgingly he admitted to himself that it wasn’t all that bad, in fact, he quite liked it, but he’d be damned if he ever let anyone know that.
(Except maybe Taecyeon, later that night, in bed).
4. Wooyoung (2PM)/Woohyun (Infinite): This Is Hip- John Lee Hooker
Woohyun let out a little gasp as Wooyoung lazily kissed his way down his neck, sucking in greedy breaths of air.
‘Do you not need to breathe or something?’ Woohyun asked breathlessly, and Wooyoung laughed.
‘It’s called breathing through your nose,’ Wooyoung murmured and pressed forward again, catching Woohyun’s swollen lips with his own, shunting him across the backseat of the car, and Woohyun jerked his hips up and Wooyoung let out a little groan.
‘You lousy cheat,’ Wooyoung murmured, ‘I’m pretty sure your brother is watching from the living room window.’
Woohyun craned his neck to look behind him and flipped the middle finger in the direction of his house, before pulling Wooyoung in for one last long kiss.
He was smoothing down his hair and straightening his clothes when Wooyoung managed to climb out the backseat of the car.
‘The window handle’s a bitch, by the way, I’m so going to have a bruise on my back tomorrow,’ Woohyun informed him and Wooyoung shot him a cheeky grin.
‘I’ll kiss it better.’
Woohyun leaned forward to give Wooyoung another kiss, laughing. ‘You’d better.’
Wooyoung held Woohyun for a minute, nuzzling into his neck, mouthing out the words he wasn’t ready to say before reluctantly letting him go.
‘Thanks for the ride,’ Woohyun said with a grin, which softened as he gave Wooyoung one last peck. ‘Call me when you get home?’
Wooyoung gave a nod, and shooed him inside.
Talking until they fell asleep was his favourite part of going to bed.
5. Seulong (2AM)/ Junho (2PM): Sentimental Guy- Ben Folds
‘Do you ever think of high school? There were some good times there,’ Seulong said wistfully, lying on the couch and staring out the window and Junho threw him a sceptical glance.
‘Why are you thinking about high school?’
‘I was just remembering, you know. Everything seemed simpler back then. It was great, I mean, I met you. First kiss. First kiss with you considerably later.’
‘Didn’t know you were so sentimental,’ Junho remarked dryly, putting aside his book.
‘First public blowjob,’ Seulong returned with a glittering grin. ‘Because you were impatient under the bleachers. That was probably one of the most terrifying and arousing moments of my life.’
‘That was fun,’ Junho remembered wistfully.
‘Hmm,’ Seulong commented idly then shrugged. ‘But now I get to have you at my beck and call 24/7 and we get to have mindblowing sex without worrying about being caught by parents-‘ he paused, ‘quite as often, so I guess it’s better.’
‘Well, that sentimentality disappeared quickly,’ Junho laughed.
‘Go make me a sandwich, woman,’ Seulong replied, and Junho flipped him off, reaching for his book again.
6. Jinwoon (2AM)/ Nicole (KARA): Deck The Halls- Red Hot Chili Peppers
Jinwoon’s eyes creased into crescents as he watched Nicole bound around their small apartment with an armful of tinsel, the teetering tree in the corner overloaded with decorations.
She shot him a laughing grin, as she pinned two stockings to the window, climbing up on a chair to drape one last piece of tinsel on top of the frame.
‘First Christmas living together,’ she laughed happily, heading over to wrap her arms around his waist (she couldn’t really reach higher), nuzzling into his chest, surveying the room before looking up at him. ‘Where did you disappear to earlier?’
‘We forgot something vitally important,’ he informed her and her brow furrowed.
‘What?’
Grinning, he produced a sprig of mistletoe from behind his back and held it above her head, his heart expanding at her delighted squeal as she threw her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy-toes to give him a loud smacking kiss.
‘Merry Christmas,’ she murmured, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up easily.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he replied as she wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning in to meld their lips together properly.
7: Kyuhyun/Sungmin (Super Junior): Mr Brownstone- Guns n Roses
*set in the same universe as Playing With Fire
‘Kyuhyun!’ Sungmin yelled at the door and Kyuhyun gradually wrenched himself from sleep, blinking around confusedly.
‘Cho Kyuhyun, open the goddamn door!’
‘I’m coming, I’m coming,’ Kyuhyun muttered hoarsely, wrapping his blanket around him and shuffling to the door, unlocking it to find a pissed off Sungmin, and he winced at the sunlight streaming in.
‘Have you only just woken up?’ Sungmin asked, and pushed passed him.
‘What time is it?’ Kyuhyun asked, his voice barely there.
‘It’s like 3 in the afternoon. How much did you take last night, jesus, Kyu.’
Kyuhyun avoided Sungmin’s disappointed gaze. ‘Just a little.’
‘Your just a little or my just a little?’ Sungmin asked acidly and Kyuhyun opened his mouth before closing it again.
‘My just a little,’ he mumbled, his head drooping.
‘So more than a little,’ Sungmin clarified, and Kyuhyun nodded before shuffling over to Sungmin. ‘I’m angry at you,’ Sungmin told him as Kyuhyun reached out with his hands still holding tightly onto the blanket, wrapping Sungmin in it too and nuzzling into his neck, his knees bending greatly. ‘I was waiting forever out there.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Kyuhyun mumbled, mouthing at Sungmin’s neck. ‘I didn’t mean to make you angry. Blame Kangin, he kept me out late.’
‘Oh he’s going to get it, alright,’ Sungmin laughed, and Kyuhyun grinned into his neck, knowing Sungmin’s resolve had weakened and he shunted him forward onto the bed, crowding him over until he was practically lying on top of him.
He wasn’t the cuddling type, but he was still fucking tired, and Sungmin was soft and warm and comfortable- and smelled better than his pillow, Kyuhyun decided, humming happily as Sungmin’s fingers trailed through his hair.
8. Taemin (SHINee)/ Kai (EXO): They Do, They Don’t- Jack Johnson
The door of the rundown apartment slammed shut behind Taemin and Jongin whirled around with a bright grin, his chest heaving.
‘Let’s see it,’ he urged and Taemin’s eyes glittered underneath his dark hair and he walked slowly to the table, his eyes not leaving Jongin as he pulled out a small twist of material, unfurling it to reveal a handful of glittering diamonds that were safe in the back of the jewellery store not two hours previously and Jongin let out a delighted laugh and reached for Taemin, crashing their lips together harshly, adrenalin surging through the both of them and feeding their lust.
‘So where to next?’ Jongin asked with a grin and Taemin reached over to tug out the mapbook, tossing it on the bed next to Jongin.
‘You choose. Anywhere you want.’
Two best friends turned lovers, feral and reclusive, trusting only each other as they moved from place to place, amassing a fortune for no other reason other than they could, whispering forever to each other as they drank each other in, safe in the dark. They had nothing to lose.
Or so they thought.
Jongin’s veins were icecold and his heart was thumping a million miles a minute as he stared at Taemin tied to the train tracks, his lips split and bleeding as he snarled at the man who’d tied him there, the mob boss who’d taken offence to two skinny kids ripping him off.
The man dusted his hands off and walked away and Jongin fought futilely against the men who held him back, his knees giving way as he put too much force on them as he tried to get to Taemin, his name being wrenched from his throat in a scream he didn’t even realise he was letting out.
The steady sound of the train grew nearer and Jongin fought harder, screamed louder even though his throat was raw and his cheeks were wet, and Taemin looked away from the fast approaching train to look at Jongin, his eyes shining in the moonlight and the fight was sucked out of Jongin as he tried to catch his breath.
Time seemed to slow, and everything went silent, all Jongin could hear was the steady throb of the blood in his ears as he stared at Taemin, his pale skin white in the moonlight, his dark eyes and hair blending into the night, a black and white movie, and that moment seemed to stretch on for eternity before everything came rushing back, the sound suddenly unbearably loud and Jongin barely heard the scream he let out amongst it all.
The men let go of Jongin and he dropped to his knees, broken and hiccupping in desperate sobs as the train chuffed merrily on into the distance.
9: CL (2NE1)/ Zico (Block B): Your Redneck Past- Ben Folds
‘If you could be anyone in the world, past or present,’ he murmured lazily, kissing the place between her bare breast and shoulder, his arm looped idly over her waist, the white sheets tangled around their legs, ‘who would you be?’
‘What?’ Chaerin laughed softly, glancing down at him and raking her long nails through his hair, along his scalp.
‘If you had to open a magazine, if you could reinvent yourself completely, who would you be? Would you still be CL, badass chick everyone’s scared of and half in love with, or would you be Chaerin, the clean cut good girl? Or neither?’ He peered up at her, using her boobs as a pillow.
‘What brought this on?’ she asked and he shrugged.
‘Kyung was talking some shit about reincarnation and I don’t know, I was just thinking.’
‘Well,’ she deliberated and wiggling down the bed, shunting him off her enough so she could turn on her side and prop her head up with her hand, facing him, and he made the bed bounce as he wiggled forward to get closer, draping his arm back around her waist and drawing her a little closer, mirroring her pose, and she walked her fingers up his arm. ‘Which one do you like best?’
He shot her a lazy grin. ‘Any which one. They’re all you.’
She laughed softly, ducking her head to hide her smile behind a curtain of hair, before shaking it out of her face again so she could see him. ‘What about you? Zi-a-co or plain old Jiho?’
His low laugh rumbled through her, sending a tiny flurry of butterflies up in her stomach.
‘Whichever one gets to have you,’ he replied and she smacked him lightly on the bicep before leaning in for a slow, sticky kiss. He pushed forward, pushing her onto her back as he licked languidly into her mouth. ‘But let’s be real, babe,’ he murmured against her lips, lying half on top of her, his leg slipping between hers. ‘We could never be plain.’
10. Myungsoo (Infinite)/ Woori (Rainbow): In Taberna Quando Sumus- Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana
Myungsoo stumbled and hiccupped, and latched onto Sungyeol’s arm in an attempt to stay upright- which probably wasn’t the best idea ever as Sungyeol’s free arm went windmilling as he overbalanced, grabbing at Woohyun, and when Myungsoo tripped over his own feet, all three of them ended up on the ground.
‘I don’t- I don’t get it,’ Sungyeol declared loudly, ‘Why are you so drunk, it takes so much to get you drunk?’
‘I-‘ Myungsoo stopped to hiccup again. ‘She challenged me to a drinking competition, and I didn’t mean to accept but she distracted me with her womanly wiles!’
Sungyeol squinted at him ‘Who?’
‘That- that friend of Hoya’s girlfriend!’ Myungsoo said plaintively. ‘Woo-‘
‘Woohyun?’ Sungyeol tried and Myungsoo shook his head and then waited for the world to stop spinning as Woohyun loudly declared that he’d never been a girl, thank you very much, Sungyeol was the one who’d worn a dress that one time.
‘Woori,’ Myungsoo eventually said and Sungyeol nodded slowly.
‘I think I remember her. I think. No.’
‘Isn’t that her?’ Woohyun asked, flinging his arm out and Myungsoo turned to look where he was pointing, hiccupping as he saw Dongwoo and Noeul laughing on either side of a stumbling, giggling Woori.
‘Mmhmm.’ Myungsoo nodded, and Sungyeol was silent for a couple second before shoving Myungsoo’s shoulder.
‘Stop staring, it’s creepy.’
‘Why are you all on the floor?’ Woori giggled and Myungsoo glanced around as if only just realising that, oh hey, I’m on the floor.
‘Fell and forgot to get up,’ he told her and Dongwoo slipped out from under her arm, leaving her to slump against Noeul as he stumbled over to help them up.
The world was still spinning as he lay in the dark at Noeul’s house a little later, glad the floor was solid underneath him- he thought a bed might swallow him just then.
‘Oh, whoops,’ a voice giggled next to him following a soft thump, and Myungsoo squinted through the dark to see Woori sitting there.
‘Myung- Myungsoo?’ she asked, peering at him and he hiccupped and nodded.
‘Yes,’ he added quietly, in case she couldn’t see him.
‘Can I sleep here? I don’t know where my pillow went,’ she asked, and he nodded again.
‘Yes,’ he said again, tacking on a hiccup at the end.
‘Thanks!’
She snuggled into him with a sigh and he stiffened a bit, not knowing where to put his arms.
‘Myungsoo?’ she said softly, and he gave a semi-frightened hiccup in response. ‘I really like you.’
A couple of surprised hiccups later (Myungsoo was never drinking again, the hiccups were starting to hurt) and Myungsoo could feel his cheeks burning as he slowly edged his arm to loop around her waist, and she hummed happily into his chest.
Soon, her soft snores were lulling him to sleep, and he cuddled her a bit closer in his half-asleep haze, warm and wonderfully content with how the night had turned out.