drabbles;;
7 minutes in heaven;;
sehun/baekhyun // 428 words / g / fluff(?)
warning: grammar errors
→ they have to play seven minutes in heaven.
a/n: can someone stop them, pls!!!???1!!
they somehow started playing spin the bottle in their drunken state and baekhyun doesn’t know anymore who had this stupid idea - probably his best friend minah - but the moment after the neck of the bottle points towards him, he finds himself sitting in a small, cramped closet together with another boy.
the boy’s name is sehun, if he remembers right. he’s a junior, two years under baekhyun and he also remembers seeing him sometimes at school, mostly at lunchtime in the cafeteria with jongin and yixing from the school’s dance group.
there’s not enough space for both of them in there, especially since sehun’s quite tall, so their limbs are tangled together in a bit strange and uncomfortable way, giving baekhyun no chance to move properly.
he doesn’t really know what to do. okay, no, he knows exactly what he’s supposed to do in seven minutes in heaven, but it’s more like he’s not sure if he should do it, because all sehun’s doing is staring awkwardly down at his hands.
“is this your first high school party?”, he asks instead, trying to somehow lighten the atmosphere for the couple of minutes they’re still in there.
“yeah”, sehun just says, still not looking up. “yixing hyung convinced me to come with him, but kinda left me alone for this jongdae guy.”
“and have you ever played this game before?”
sehun just shakes his head.
“then we should play it the right way, shouldn’t we?”
a smirk spreads across baekhyun’s lips when sehun looks up quickly, his cheeks flushing in a bright red. he opens his mouth to say something, to probably protest or anything, but baekhyun’s already leaning closer to the flustered sehun and then he presses their lips together.
he feels his body tensing, not responding to the kiss, but baekhyun doesn’t stop and just keeps moving his lips slightly against sehun’s. and then sehun suddenly relaxes, his hands coming up to fist in baekhyun’s sweater to pull him even closer and he kisses him back.
baekhyun smiles, because he’s needy and sloppy, but that’s fine.
he also thinks that kissing sehun is pretty nice, somehow.
“c-can we…”, sehun murmurs after they part and he makes weird movements with his hands. he looks kinda cute, flustered and embarrassed.
“first kiss?”
sehun looks away, nodding, and baekhyun laughs and leans forward again. this time sehun does the same, meeting him halfway. but before they can kiss again, the door to the closet is already swinging open and all they hear are shocked squeaks and approving whistles.
holding out for a hero;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 619 words / pg-13 / angst, romance
warning: grammar errors, mentions of cannibalism and character death
→ the situation is getting worse (end-of-the-world!au).
a/n: ♫♪; my uncle and i talked about this 'what if something like that would happen one day?' at christmas eve dinner, nice topic right???
it’s been a year since all of this happened. since the black clouds hid the sun away, since the most important source of light disappeared. most of the plants died away, the animals are dying too, as well as people.
the shops are empty, it’s getting impossible to find something to eat around here. everyone is short on food.
so groups of people started eating the flesh of the dead, of the starved people. but even that wasn’t enough anymore, they started killing people during their search for food.
-
“i should go out and get some food.”
“i’ll go this time.”
baekhyun stops in his movement to get out of the bed when jongdae’s hand grabs his own and looks back with wide eyes. “what?"
“i want to go”, jongdae says and the soft glow of the lit candle next to the bed makes the expression on his face an even more serious.
“no.” baekhyun wriggles his hand free and gets up quickly, but the other jumps out of the bed as well, following him. “let me go, baekhyun. you’re always the one that goes, let me do it this time.”
baekhyun just ignores him, trying to gently pull his jacket away underneath his cat sleeping on it. he doesn’t manage to do it, because he’s pulling the small animal along with it.
a sigh slips past his lips.
“baek!”
he turns around and huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “i said no, you’re not going!”
how could baekhyun let him go just like this?
it’s too dangerous, way too dangerous.
besides, he’s the reason why jongdae’s here and not somewhere safe in the first place, - it’s his fault that jongdae decided to stay with him instead the safety of his family’s mansion, filled with food and enough money and power to get through all of this - so to take care of him and to keep him alive by all costs is the most important thing.
“i’ve been out there plenty of times as well. why are you like this?”, jongdae frowns, looking confused and angry.
“they’re going crazy now, jongdae. there’s not enough food for all of us here anymore, they’re eating other people! the entire situation is different now.”, baekhyun almost chokes on his words, his stomach does a flip and he feels like throwing up just because of thinking about what’s happening out there. “i don’t want you to end the same way like chanyeol did. nobody deserves to die like this”, he mumbles.
what if the same thing happens to jongdae? what if they also get him like they got chanyeol?
he swallows hard, looks around the room. they hardly have food for both of them anymore. the only things they still have are tons of cat food (baekhyun went through hell and back to get enough cans of food for his cat, because he refused to let the little thing starve to death just like that) and candles, but nothing to fill their stomachs for longer than two weeks.
a tiny, but soft smile appears on jongdae’s lips as he pulls baekhyun close, resting their foreheads together. “i know you just want to take care of me”, he says, “but please understand that i want to take care of you too, baekhyun. so let me go.”
baekhyun bites his lips, still not wanting to let him go.
“and you’ll come back safe and sound?”, he asks.
“yes, i will.”
“promise me.”
jongdae pulls away a bit, expression kind of amused.
“don’t look at me that way, you always make me promise that too before i go”, baekhyun says and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “so?”
“i promise.”
love your life;;
sehun/jongdae // 504 words / g / fluff(?)
warning: grammar errors
→ sehun is the wind.
a/n: ♫♪; brb drowning in chenhun feels rn
sehun’s the wind.
he can be here and there; he can be everywhere he wants to.
okay no, that’s not true, he has a quite tight schedule to follow because he needs to be at a lot of places on earth. sometimes it’s enough to just send some wind around, but sometimes he needs to be at the place where strong wind is needed.
sehun loves it the most, though, when his boss kris says he has to go to korea, because he really likes the country. instead of formless floating around he likes to take on a human form, the form of a young boy, and to dance and walk around the capital the entire day.
but what sehun likes the most about korea is a certain person. he once saw him in the park, jogging in the early morning hours while humming a melody sehun’s never heard before. he saw the handsome face, all feline like eyes with long lashes and high cheekbones, beautifully curved lips, the sweaty, dark bangs sticking to the forehead, cheeks dusted red because of all the running.
and he fell, he fell hard.
sehun’s heart fluttered so hard, all the leaves around him started to twirl around in the air because of his excitement.
and every time he comes to korea he visits the park in the morning, filled to the core with hope to see the boy again.
sehun’s the wind.
nobody can see him, nobody can touch him. people can only feel him when he passes them, when he plays pranks on them.
this time he’s sitting on a tree, waiting for the boy to appear on the small, mostly empty alley.
when he finally sees him, he snickers and raises his hand a little bit, sends a strong blast of air through the park. he lifts up the snapback on the boys head through the wind and it floats through the air.
he watches the boy looking up, confusion written all over his face while he stops, jumps to get his hat back. but sehun lifts it up even further, he throws his hand around and at the same time the snapback twirls and turns around in the air, makes circles and pirouettes like a ballet dancer.
sehun laughs and gets off the tree to spin around in circles as well.
the snapback lands right in front of his feet after he stops himself from spinning around.
“how did you do that?”
sehun looks up, startled and the boy stands across him, stares at him. quickly, sehun turns around to see if anyone else is there, if he’s talking to someone else, but at the moment it’s only the two of them here.
they stare at each other for a while, not moving, but then sehun bends down to pick the snapback up, holds it out to the boy. “you… can see me?”, he asks, stunned.
“yeah”, the boy simply nods.
sehun’s the wind.
and something like that never ever happened to him before.
sehun/baekhyun // 428 words / g / fluff(?)
warning: grammar errors
→ they have to play seven minutes in heaven.
a/n: can someone stop them, pls!!!???1!!
they somehow started playing spin the bottle in their drunken state and baekhyun doesn’t know anymore who had this stupid idea - probably his best friend minah - but the moment after the neck of the bottle points towards him, he finds himself sitting in a small, cramped closet together with another boy.
the boy’s name is sehun, if he remembers right. he’s a junior, two years under baekhyun and he also remembers seeing him sometimes at school, mostly at lunchtime in the cafeteria with jongin and yixing from the school’s dance group.
there’s not enough space for both of them in there, especially since sehun’s quite tall, so their limbs are tangled together in a bit strange and uncomfortable way, giving baekhyun no chance to move properly.
he doesn’t really know what to do. okay, no, he knows exactly what he’s supposed to do in seven minutes in heaven, but it’s more like he’s not sure if he should do it, because all sehun’s doing is staring awkwardly down at his hands.
“is this your first high school party?”, he asks instead, trying to somehow lighten the atmosphere for the couple of minutes they’re still in there.
“yeah”, sehun just says, still not looking up. “yixing hyung convinced me to come with him, but kinda left me alone for this jongdae guy.”
“and have you ever played this game before?”
sehun just shakes his head.
“then we should play it the right way, shouldn’t we?”
a smirk spreads across baekhyun’s lips when sehun looks up quickly, his cheeks flushing in a bright red. he opens his mouth to say something, to probably protest or anything, but baekhyun’s already leaning closer to the flustered sehun and then he presses their lips together.
he feels his body tensing, not responding to the kiss, but baekhyun doesn’t stop and just keeps moving his lips slightly against sehun’s. and then sehun suddenly relaxes, his hands coming up to fist in baekhyun’s sweater to pull him even closer and he kisses him back.
baekhyun smiles, because he’s needy and sloppy, but that’s fine.
he also thinks that kissing sehun is pretty nice, somehow.
“c-can we…”, sehun murmurs after they part and he makes weird movements with his hands. he looks kinda cute, flustered and embarrassed.
“first kiss?”
sehun looks away, nodding, and baekhyun laughs and leans forward again. this time sehun does the same, meeting him halfway. but before they can kiss again, the door to the closet is already swinging open and all they hear are shocked squeaks and approving whistles.
holding out for a hero;;
baekhyun/jongdae // 619 words / pg-13 / angst, romance
warning: grammar errors, mentions of cannibalism and character death
→ the situation is getting worse (end-of-the-world!au).
a/n: ♫♪; my uncle and i talked about this 'what if something like that would happen one day?' at christmas eve dinner, nice topic right???
it’s been a year since all of this happened. since the black clouds hid the sun away, since the most important source of light disappeared. most of the plants died away, the animals are dying too, as well as people.
the shops are empty, it’s getting impossible to find something to eat around here. everyone is short on food.
so groups of people started eating the flesh of the dead, of the starved people. but even that wasn’t enough anymore, they started killing people during their search for food.
-
“i should go out and get some food.”
“i’ll go this time.”
baekhyun stops in his movement to get out of the bed when jongdae’s hand grabs his own and looks back with wide eyes. “what?"
“i want to go”, jongdae says and the soft glow of the lit candle next to the bed makes the expression on his face an even more serious.
“no.” baekhyun wriggles his hand free and gets up quickly, but the other jumps out of the bed as well, following him. “let me go, baekhyun. you’re always the one that goes, let me do it this time.”
baekhyun just ignores him, trying to gently pull his jacket away underneath his cat sleeping on it. he doesn’t manage to do it, because he’s pulling the small animal along with it.
a sigh slips past his lips.
“baek!”
he turns around and huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “i said no, you’re not going!”
how could baekhyun let him go just like this?
it’s too dangerous, way too dangerous.
besides, he’s the reason why jongdae’s here and not somewhere safe in the first place, - it’s his fault that jongdae decided to stay with him instead the safety of his family’s mansion, filled with food and enough money and power to get through all of this - so to take care of him and to keep him alive by all costs is the most important thing.
“i’ve been out there plenty of times as well. why are you like this?”, jongdae frowns, looking confused and angry.
“they’re going crazy now, jongdae. there’s not enough food for all of us here anymore, they’re eating other people! the entire situation is different now.”, baekhyun almost chokes on his words, his stomach does a flip and he feels like throwing up just because of thinking about what’s happening out there. “i don’t want you to end the same way like chanyeol did. nobody deserves to die like this”, he mumbles.
what if the same thing happens to jongdae? what if they also get him like they got chanyeol?
he swallows hard, looks around the room. they hardly have food for both of them anymore. the only things they still have are tons of cat food (baekhyun went through hell and back to get enough cans of food for his cat, because he refused to let the little thing starve to death just like that) and candles, but nothing to fill their stomachs for longer than two weeks.
a tiny, but soft smile appears on jongdae’s lips as he pulls baekhyun close, resting their foreheads together. “i know you just want to take care of me”, he says, “but please understand that i want to take care of you too, baekhyun. so let me go.”
baekhyun bites his lips, still not wanting to let him go.
“and you’ll come back safe and sound?”, he asks.
“yes, i will.”
“promise me.”
jongdae pulls away a bit, expression kind of amused.
“don’t look at me that way, you always make me promise that too before i go”, baekhyun says and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “so?”
“i promise.”
love your life;;
sehun/jongdae // 504 words / g / fluff(?)
warning: grammar errors
→ sehun is the wind.
a/n: ♫♪; brb drowning in chenhun feels rn
sehun’s the wind.
he can be here and there; he can be everywhere he wants to.
okay no, that’s not true, he has a quite tight schedule to follow because he needs to be at a lot of places on earth. sometimes it’s enough to just send some wind around, but sometimes he needs to be at the place where strong wind is needed.
sehun loves it the most, though, when his boss kris says he has to go to korea, because he really likes the country. instead of formless floating around he likes to take on a human form, the form of a young boy, and to dance and walk around the capital the entire day.
but what sehun likes the most about korea is a certain person. he once saw him in the park, jogging in the early morning hours while humming a melody sehun’s never heard before. he saw the handsome face, all feline like eyes with long lashes and high cheekbones, beautifully curved lips, the sweaty, dark bangs sticking to the forehead, cheeks dusted red because of all the running.
and he fell, he fell hard.
sehun’s heart fluttered so hard, all the leaves around him started to twirl around in the air because of his excitement.
and every time he comes to korea he visits the park in the morning, filled to the core with hope to see the boy again.
sehun’s the wind.
nobody can see him, nobody can touch him. people can only feel him when he passes them, when he plays pranks on them.
this time he’s sitting on a tree, waiting for the boy to appear on the small, mostly empty alley.
when he finally sees him, he snickers and raises his hand a little bit, sends a strong blast of air through the park. he lifts up the snapback on the boys head through the wind and it floats through the air.
he watches the boy looking up, confusion written all over his face while he stops, jumps to get his hat back. but sehun lifts it up even further, he throws his hand around and at the same time the snapback twirls and turns around in the air, makes circles and pirouettes like a ballet dancer.
sehun laughs and gets off the tree to spin around in circles as well.
the snapback lands right in front of his feet after he stops himself from spinning around.
“how did you do that?”
sehun looks up, startled and the boy stands across him, stares at him. quickly, sehun turns around to see if anyone else is there, if he’s talking to someone else, but at the moment it’s only the two of them here.
they stare at each other for a while, not moving, but then sehun bends down to pick the snapback up, holds it out to the boy. “you… can see me?”, he asks, stunned.
“yeah”, the boy simply nods.
sehun’s the wind.
and something like that never ever happened to him before.