[compilation] ask.fm things [2/?]
part one /
32. can you write sebaek/selay/selu where their relationship is falling out and sehun/baek/lu becomes anorexic?
It's not obsession, Lu Han tells himself as he stares at the door of the apartment with his knees tucked close to his chest, feet trembling on the seat of the large office chair, it's love. The food on the table, prepared by him painstakingly for three hours or so (he just wanted to kill time) was beginning to become cold and the clock ticks on mercilessly. It's 8, and Sehun had promised to return by 7 - it has always been this way - ever since Lu Han had moved in, quit his job and Sehun made all the money, and it has been quite a while since Sehun had stopped promising to be back home early, but Lu Han decides to stick firmly to the tradition.
Sehun will come home. Sehun will come home. There's no way he won't, right?
Lu Han shoots up awake with bloodshot eyes, watching as Sehun chucks all the plates of food down the bin.
"You're awake," Sehun says.
"You're back?" Lu Han says, and he hops off the chair to wrap his arms around Sehun, burying his face into Sehun's back, breathing in his scent. "You're late."
"I never said I'd be back for dinner," Sehun replies, just as Lu Han catches a whiff of a different scent of cologne on Sehun. Sehun shrugs his outerwear off and tosses it into the laundry basket, and he walks away from Lu Han.
Lu Han's arms sting of emptiness. He senses that Sehun isn't in a good mood, so he keeps the cologne matter to himself, and flits back to Sehun's side. "What's wrong, Sehun? Why are you in such a bad mood today?" Sehun stops walking, and Lu Han trudges like a child to face Sehun and tip toes to plant a kiss on Sehun's lips. "Don't be mad, okay?"
Sehun's eyes are bleak and he breathes like he's tired of living this life. Lu Han can feel it hanging densely in the air, but he decides not to break the foolish pretense they've been playing up for so long -
"Stop," Sehun says. "I'm taking a shower."
Lu Han flinches as Sehun leaves.
Ever since, Lu Han had refused to enter the kitchen, to touch cooking utensils, to touch /food/. He cries when he sees food and even when Sehun had tried to feed him because he didn't want Lu Han to collapse of hunger, Lu Han had thrown a fit and scratched Sehun cross the cheek (which still hadn't healed). Lu Han spends his day curled up on the couch, a cushion pushed flush against his chest as he stares at the floor, his pale lips trembling.
"Eat something," Sehun tries weakly, a bowl of porridge in his hands, but Lu Han's arms flail and he knocks the bowl on the floor right away.
"Stop acting like you care," Lu Han bites, "I'm going to move out as soon as Yixing finds an apartment for me."
"I just don't want you to die."
"What if I don't want to live?" Lu Han screeches, chest heaving in exertion, "you don't even care about me anymore, so what if I die?"
Sehun sighs in frustration, cleans up the floor and dumps the entire bowl down the bin.
The door slams loudly as Sehun leaves, but Lu Han stays rooted on the couch crying, counting down to the second he dies so Sehun will care.
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33. hi shushu ♥ i'd love a baeksoo fic, if that's possible? ;w; i leave the prompt up to you because you're amazing + i want you to write something you're comfortable with!
If Kyungsoo had thought singing live at the Staples Center in Los Angeles was an incredible feat, he'd thought wrong. Now he's here, backstage of Staples, getting his hair done by some world-class hairdresser and having his performance suits picked out by the best stylists and practicing his vocals for people who'd come from all over the world, who'd paid hundreds to watch him, to listen to him.
He's aware that it's a joint concert for him and some other amateurish performer that he'd much rather not care about (his stylists were getting on his nerves because they were squealing over that guy the other day at the broadcast station), but he's also aware that his global influence definitely beats that new guy's, so the spotlight will be his anyway.
The door swings open and what Kyungsoo had expected to be lunch delivery turns out to be that singer guy. His hair is styled up like Kyungsoo's is, and he's about Kyungsoo's height, if not just a little taller, and his eyes are slanted into happy little crescents as he beams at Kyungsoo. "Kyungsoo-sunbae!" he says, extending a hand, "I'm Byun Baekhyun, the rookie singer who will be performing with you later! Please take care of me!"
Kyungsoo takes a moment to acknowledge that he doesn't really care for rookies, but the glimmer of the stars in Baehyun's eyes reminds him of his own when he just started out singing as a career. He takes Baekhyun's proffered hand, and manages a smile as he tries to ignore Baekhyun's pretty smile.
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34. rapunzel sehun
Sehun thinks it's extremely wretched for her to have lived the whole of his life cooped up in the tall tower in the outskirts of the country but she can't figure out for the life of her, why. It's not like Sehun's memory was bad, it's just that - if she thinks hard enough - that her life has always been here. Her life had begun here, and she doesn't remember if she was born here, or if someone took her here - and left her here.
There are abundant clothes in the closet, the shelves are filled with all kinds of books and servants often drop her baskets of food once in a while, but there are no signs of anyone coming to free her from this god damned tower. Her hair is getting infuriatingly long, more so, with the frustration that the ash blonde ends keep sweeping across the ground because she can't find a way to tie her hair up, or to cut her hair away. She stares out of the lone window of the tower, sighing as her long bangs fall into her eyes (she'd managed to cut her fringe with the jagged edges of food tin cans, but it would be too tedious if she did it to the rest of her hair).
Seriously? She's read each book in the room at least thrice, and can begin to recite the entirety of the encyclopedia, and it's getting real boring. Even the colors from her favorite dress were beginning to fade into an ugly shade of pale yellow. A gust of wind blows into the room through the window and Sehun watches as her hair gets picked up by the passing breeze, sunlight making her hair look like it's shimmering. Sehun hears a low yell, and when she turns to face the window, a man flies through the window and lands on his butt in front of Sehun.
Sehun opens her mouth to say something, but she hadn't tried speaking to anyone before. "Who- who are you?"
"Are you the princess, Sehun?" The man says, after getting off the floor and standing up, and Sehun finds that he has to look up. Sehun nods, although she's not sure if she's a princess, but she is Sehun, alright. "I'm Kris - the prince from the neighboring kingdom."
Sehun's mind clouds.
"People always told me that there lived a princess, beautiful and enchanted, locked away in this tall tower of this kingdom, so I have come forth to look for you, princess, to take you home with me to be my princess."
"Um," Sehun says, suddenly very conscious of her long hair and old clothes, "I'm not sure if I'm a princess because no one told me that -"
Kris takes a step forward and Sehun cowers, stopping mid-sentence, "but you are Sehun. And you are as beautiful as the legends speak of."
Sehun says nothing, can't find it in her to say anything, because she's been yearning for escape for so many long years now that she's lost count of the days that have passed in futile waiting, but here is a charming prince, and a promise to get out, and she realizes that it's all she's been waiting for. She takes Kris' hand, and feels Kris' arm around her waist as he hoists them out of the window, down a rope ladder.
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35. sekai fluff
Jongin's never struck Sehun as romantic. When they first met, at a frat party that Sehun was forcefully dragged to attend, Jongin was drenched in pink cocktail from head to toe, eyes wide and cheeks flushed from embarrassment and they bumped into each other when Jongin was heading for the washroom. Sehun was getting out, and when they collided, Sehun's shirt got stained with the drink, and he had rolled his eyes before turning back in the hopes of getting the stains off his shirt. Jongin had apologized, of course, but you could say it was all futile because that was Sehun's newly-bought shirt specially for the party (he was definitely not excited about the party at all).
Since then, Jongin has tried to make it up for Sehun, and Baekhyun, the friend who dragged Sehun to the party, almost thought they hooked up at the party, but --
"I really didn't mean to get the stains on your shirt - I mean, I didn't know it was completely new! But--"
Sehun had clamped a hand over Jongin's mouth and pulled him to a dark corner. There was no way in hell Baekhyun would hear of the news that Sehun had bought a new shirt for the stupid party.
"Okay. Okay, I'll put that behind us. Please, don't ever mention the shirt again," Sehun pleads, and Jongin agrees with a grin.
Well, although the whole fiasco was over, Jongin's constant bugging and wagging his tail at Sehun hadn't stopped. Sehun was absolutely positive he'd buried the hatchet between them, but Jongin still appears outside his classroom before lunch, appears at the gate after school, and appears in front of the door of his apartment on random mornings.
"I'm pretty sure that Jongin guy is making the moves on you," Baekhyun had remarked, tugging a piece of melting cheese away from the pizza slice, but Sehun had rolled his eyes, although he can't deny that Jongin makes his stomach do weird flips sometimes. Like when he walks Sehun home on rainy days (where Sehun can't say no to an umbrella).
When Jongin first confesses to Sehun, there were no theatrics.
"Sehun-ah," Jongin mutters, "I like you."
It wouldn't have been that awkward if Jongin didn't say it in the school library, where you can hear the echoes if you dropped a pin on the table, but he did, and Sehun already feels the heat creeping up his face. "What."
"I like you!" Jongin cries, brows knitted, "I can't stop thinking about you ever since the first time we met, and when you decided to forgive me, I thought I'd be relieved but one day I woke up and I realized I was actually missing running after your ass, begging for your smile, looking at you--"
Sehun stands up, drags Jongin out of the library and clamps his hand over Jongin's mouth. It feels refreshingly familiar. He removes his hand after some moments, and presses a soft kiss on Jongin's lips wordlessly. "Shut up, idiot. I like you too, but the world doesn't have to know."
Jongin blushes before he tackles Sehun and coddles the hell out of him.
Yeah, Jongin's not even close to romantic.
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36. superhero!au
For the record, Kim Jongin had not asked to be super in any way. He knows of kids who make wishes to become Batman or Spiderman every birthday and Christmas, and wake up the next morning with disappointed faces, and he knows of people who believe in such supernatural stunts.
For the record, Kim Jongin had not.
Perhaps it was this, that had him waking up one day, on an island with nothing that vaguely resembled his own room. The sun is beating harsh and bright on his skin and his lips are already beginning to crack. He's surrounded by water - it's an island, after all, but he can't find it in him to go get a mouthful of seawater or something.
"This is not funny," he mutters, and he pictures his home, warm and cozy, and closes his eyes to wonder if he had been kidnapped. It seemed highly unlikely (they weren't rich, not at all, good lord) and Jongin could've sworn to every god out there that he hadn't offended anyone (recently). The last time he did, was to piss the class president, Baekhyun, off by boycotting the class event, but Baekhyun hadn't taken it to heart much - just left him out on future events is all.
When he opens his eyes, the sand on his back is no longer sand but the familiar softness and the warmth of his bed. The colors swirl in the light as he opens his eyes, and he finds that what he's staring at isn't the sun - but the fluorescent orange light from the bedside lamp. Was it a dream? Instinctively, he reaches up to feel his lips and they're as chapped as he remembered them to be. He closes his eyes, and thinks of a place.
And he finds himself in Paris when he opens his eyes.
The new piece of gossip going viral in town is that various criminals of all degrees of crimes are being punished - not by the police, and the funniest bit, people'd tell you, is that even the police can't figure out who's behind it. Criminals are punished - that's quite alright, but who exactly is behind it? The officer-in-charge, Oh Sehun, is the genius kid who graduated from the training school way before schedule, and word has it that the superiors are considering about sending him back to school because he couldn't even solve the case.
It is on a cold winter night in Incheon, beside the grand airport does Oh Sehun meet Kim Jongin. Jongin's fists were bleeding, and warm puffs of air escape his lips as spirals of gas as he pants. The other man slides down the wall, eyes rolling to the back of his sockets, and when Sehun blinks, Jongin disappears.
"A new victim of the mystery punishment has been discovered in Incheon - he was a serial killer who was responsible of over twenty murder cases, and had never been caught. He was found dead with his vital organs punctured by fatal blows last night, at about 11PM."
The bowl of corn flakes in Sehun's hands falls to the ground with a loud clatter.
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37. Can you write harurin pls?
When Rin lies in bed at night, ignoring the light snores from Nitori from the bunk bed above, he thinks about when he had met Haru and the others at the old building where they used to swim, and thinks about all the things that go through his head when he spent his years in Australia. He thinks about the way it feels to swim in the lane next to Haru, and thinks about the way it gives him tingles he hasn't felt in years.
Nitori snores and turns, the metal bars under the mattress creaking.
He decides to stop thinking and falls asleep instead.
Falling asleep isn't quite the perfect option, since he wakes up and remembers (too) vividly how his dreams went. Nitori had been staring at him from his bunk - "Senpai," he says, brows knitted in confusion, "were you crying? I heard you."
"What?" Rin says, "I was?" He unconsciously lifts his hand to wipe at the corners of his eyes and is surprised to find the back of his hand wet with tears. "Wow."
Nitori continues to look at him like that - eyes filled with sympathy and some sort of curiosity until Rin stands up and throws a pillow into Nitori's face. Serves him right.
Haru extending his hand to yank Rin out of the water with a smile. The both of them swimming laps like time didn't matter. Them winning competitions together, hands clasped and fingers laced - had it really been just a dream? Rin tosses his goggles into the water in frustration, and scoops it up with his hands with a long sigh.
He didn't really want to lie to himself, and Nitori was probably being polite to not reveal what he was dreaming about (well... he had the bad habit of sleeptalking, Gou had told him off too many a times), but since he lived alone in Australia, there was no telling, but he remembers. Waking up to a wet pillow and puffy eyes, waking up to hands that ached for something that wasn't his at all.
Haruka Nanase. Rin knew it was inevitable for them to meet again - maybe at school, maybe beside the pool. He had ignored Gou's constant bugging about "Haru and the boys", but having someone else bring up the topic of Haru is frankly, quite new. RIn watches wordlessly as the blue-haired boy in front of him spout some nonsense about Haru's swimming and how he wishes Rin would back off - and he feels an ugly feeling gnawing at the pit of his guts.
"It's none of your business," Rin grumbles, zipping his jacket up and turning to walk back into the campus, leaving the boy outside. "I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore, anyway."
Nothing to do with them, he had said, but when he wakes up at night, jerked out from a dream, his hands still shake and itch to hold something that doesn't belong to him.
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38. hogwarts!au chansoo pls (in which they're the ones who ditch their dates)
"I actually feel bad about this," Kyungsoo pants, the hem of his overly long robe dragging behind his petite frame as they rush down the flight of stairs (never ask mom to find me an outfit for a dance, Kyungsoo weakly files away in his head, it'll be another hand-me-down from Kris). From in front, Chanyeol flashes him that same old shit-eating grin that convinced Kyungsoo to join his crazy idea, and Kyungsoo has half a mind to sever all ties with Chanyeol. He thinks seventy percent of friends he's made in Hogwarts either secretly enjoy watching other people suffer, or maybe, just Kyungsoo. He grunts.
It had started out easy enough - They were betting who could get a dance partner to the Yule Ball (which was, back then, five days away), and try as Kyungsoo might, with all his lame excuses about the lack of a proper outfit and the lack of guts to ask a girl out, Chanyeol had smoothly and easily convinced him that it would be fine. And fun. In fact, Chanyeol even wrote the letter to Kyungsoo's mom, asking her to find an outfit for Kyungsoo (if Kyungsoo had written it, he would have specifically requested that it wasn't another tattered robe worn by Kris Wu, head prefect and model student from Slytherin three years ago, at some classy socializing session for students at the upper-end).
And it had been easy. Kyungsoo has always had girls after him - although he has no idea what was it that attracted them, but yeah. Luna, a senior from Ravenclaw had coolly accepted his request (they used to sing in the choir together) while Chanyeol was still figuring if he should write a poem or sing a song for the girl.
("Not the poem please," Kyungsoo begs, "your metaphors suck."
Chanyeol covers his notebook on reflex and scowls before sticking his tongue out. "It's the thought that counts, Kyungsoo. Besides, a haiku is easy to write! See: Hello, Kyungsoo-yah / I love the cakes your mom makes / and her strawberry tarts too--")
Kyungsoo won.
Chanyeol wasn't satisfied.
"Let's go to the ball without the girls!"
"You're crazy," Kyungsoo hisses over his Spells notebook, "Luna-sunbae will kill me."
Chanyeol grins the same old grin.
The door swings open to reveal the rooftop. Kyungsoo stops running, hands clutching on his knees as he pants, cursing the robes under his breath. "Stop running," he huffs, tugging Chanyeol's sleeves and leading him to the railings of the roof.
Chanyeol stables him for a moment, laughter breathy.
Firework bursts through the silent and dark night sky as Kyungsoo scrambles to breathe, and when he clutches at Chanyeol's sleeves to tell him about how beautiful the lights are, he turns to see that Chanyeol is already looking at him. With the same old grin.
Kyungsoo thinks this is how a ball should feel like.
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39. neko!sekai au. jongin has been lusting on sehun for ages and sehun just so happen to be in heat. NC-17 :D
Watching Sehun take his afternoon nap is very fascinating, Jongin thinks. Sehun stirs, and his sandy white tail brushes against the covers quietly and Jongin really, really can't bring himself to tell Sehun that he just really wants to fuck the daylights out of the him.
"Nn," Sehun purrs, "'mornin, Jongin."
Jongin bites back a growl. "It's 4pm," he says instead, crawling across the bed to bury his head in Sehun's lap. Sehun hums, pleased. Jongin nuzzles his cheek against Sehun's soft thighs, pleased.
"Sehun, I--"
Sehun tugs Jongin up, effectively cutting off anything Jongin had wanted to say. He plants a quick peck on Jongin's lips and grins sheepishly. "Why are you so grumpy? Sehun doesn't like grumpy Jongin."
Gulping, Jongin tries to calm his heartbeat, but Sehun is so close, and in this position, their crotches are also dangerously close. He feels himself getting uncomfortably hard when Sehun exhales against his cheek. "Um, Sehun, isn't it time to shower--"
"Shower? Jongin, you hate the water. What's wrong with you today?" Sehun presses, leaning insanely close. He presses his forehead against's Jongin's and frowns. "You're not having a fever, are you? I can't feel it."
"Hey, Sehun, don't hate me for this, okay?"
"Huh? Wha--"
Jongin holds the sides of Sehun's face and leans in, places a soft kiss on Sehun's lips but Sehun gasps, eyelids flying open so Jongin takes the chance to slip his tongue into Sehun's mouth, reveling in the soft shiver that reverberates through Sehun's body. "Jongin?" Sehun murmurs against Jongin's lips when they pull away, and Sehun's face is hot and flushed red and his palms are sweaty.
"I," Jongin gulps, breaths coming in quick, stuttering pants, "I don't think I can control myself if you keep being this cute, Sehun."
With a shaking hand, Jongin leads Sehun's hand to his aching erection visible through the thin layer of pajama pants. "See? You did this to me, Sehun."
Sehun blushes at the heat, but still can't help himself but to feel Jongin in his hand even more. "You're warm..." he trails off, nimble hand wrapping itself around the clothed erection and gives it a light squeeze.
Jongin moans and collapses against Sehun's chest. He grabs Sehun's wrist shakily, and helps Sehun touch himself again. "Jongin?" Sehun yelps, but is reduced to a mess when Jongin works his hand deftly.
Sehun comes onto the blankets in thin white ropes. Jongin can only imagine how painful the jerking off session in the bathroom later will be.
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40. chanyeol is a merman and then he met kyungsoo who cant swim. weird prompt is weird lol(one/two)
Don't venture upwards.
Chanyeol isn't one for rules and he's definitely sure he doesn't have that good of a memory, but he never forgets this word. The severity of this single rule punctuated in the heavy tone that his father used when he told Chanyeol this has made the ends of Chanyeol's hairs stand, ever since he was a toddler, and even now. In some times, it has even become some sort of a mantra (Lu Han keeps laughing at him -- but Lu Han is older, and there's the long scar on his back left by the bloody gash some years ago when Lu Han tried to go upwards. Above. Nobody mentions it but it rings and sears through Chanyeol's closed lids at night, waking up to cold sweat and burning fragments of the recollections of dreams of a world above water. Lu Han keeps laughing -- when he turned eighteen, because Chanyeol had sworn to swim up to explore when he turned eighteen but was too chicken to really try. The mantra had, unfortunately, worked and slapped a new nickname of Chicken Chanyeol onto his head for about three months or so. The water nymphs never shut up).
Nobody really knows why, but it's some sort of a convention to not be curious about the world above. Chanyeol has seen books in the imperial library (hey, Chanyeol reads -- sometimes, at least) that there are lands covered with dry sand and paling rocks, not seaweed and coral. He mentions this to Kris, his brother, once, but Kris only shrugged and yawns disinterestedly. "Chanyeol," he just says, "sometimes, it's better off not knowing. Haven't you seen Lu Han?"
"Adventure comes at a price," Chanyeol challenges, watching as Lu Han floats up to retrieve a book from a higher shelf.
Kris shrugs again. "To each his own," he mutters, slender fingers thumbing between pages distractedly.
Don't venture upwards.
Chanyeol, what are you doing?
Don't venture upwards, don't venture up-- don't--
Breaking through the surface of the sea, Chanyeol opens his mouth in a broken gasp. The air is tinged with a soft twist of sea salt and frozen icicles and tastes nothing like the oxygen underwater. He breathes. The pressure is so much lower here. He closes his eyes and relishes in this moment of freedom and achievement, until he hears a loud, piercing scream.
He turns. The brightness of the ship up in flames from about a mile away blinds his eyes and before he knows it, he's swiftly gliding through the water. By the time he reaches, the ship is a wreck, but the fire is pretty much gone. Chanyeol bites his bottom lip in worry, but decides to not do anything. Turning around, he almost dives down but is stopped by a small lifeboat with a young-looking teenager in it. "You're..." the boy trails off. Chanyeol doesn't reply -- he doesn't know the consequences of interacting with the people who live on land. He's about to escape but the boy stops him. "Please, don't go. I haven't met a mermaid before," he says.
"Merman," Chanyeol snaps, irritably.
To his chagrin, the other boy beams. "I'm glad you spoke. I was beginning to think you couldn't speak, like Ariel in The Little Mermaid."
"I'm a mer/man/," Chanyeol insists, tail flapping angrily in the water.
"And I'm Kyungsoo. Your eyes are really pretty," the boy just says calmly, "are they green? They're really pretty. It's like I can see the stars in your eyes."
"Pretty sure that's called a reflection, human boy," Chanyeol mutters in contempt. How dare this human mock the color of his eyes? The color that runs in his veins -- royal blood, mind you -- is to be anything but commented on. The extravagance and the beauty of the eyes with shade of green shared amongst the merpeople royals cannot be simply put into words. Not with a lame word like 'pretty'. Chanyeol puffs his cheeks out in disdain. "Besides, why are you alone on this boat? Wouldn't you like to save your friends?"
Kyungsoo shrugs. Chanyeol decides that he really hates it when people shrug. "I can't swim," the petite boy admits honestly. "They had orders from my father that if anything was to happen, the lifeboat should contain me and only me. There is another bigger boat for the ship crew."
Chanyeol blinks dumbly before chortling. "You're some kind of royalty?"
Much to Chanyeol's surprise, Kyungsoo nods seriously. "Yeah. Prince. Third prince, to be exact, but you know, whatever. I'm not interested in the throne. I like to travel. Meet people. Meet mermaids."
"Mermen," Chanyeol hisses under his breath, exasperated. "Not everyone of us are female." Kyungsoo laughs, a soft, breathy sound like he said that just to spite Chanyeol, so Chanyeol frowns. "I think I'm just going to pull you out from your boat and drown you. You said you can't swim, right?"
Kyungsoo turns pale in a split second. "I really can't."
Chanyeol grabs Kyungsoo's hand with a huge grin and tugs him out of his boat so that they're floating on the water with their chests out of the water thanks to Chanyeol keeping them afloat. "P-Please, don't do that-- if you let go of me, this is where I'd die, merman."
"Do you trust me?" Chanyeol asks.
"No," Kyungsoo swallows.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. In a swift motion, he pinches Kyungsoo's nose and dives down.
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The sun is bright overhead when Kyungsoo is rudely shaken awake by large hands. His lips are cracking and sand is drying on his clothes and legs when he sits up. "Where..."
"Prince Kyungsoo! We couldn't find you last night while searching on the sea, but when we reached land, we found you here. I'm so glad you're safe!"
Kyungsoo nods, but he really isn't listening. Instead, he stares out into the horizon, and thinks about the merman with long, chestnut hair and big, green eyes and his strong arms that held him when they dove into the water.
Maybe he should take up swimming or diving lessons soon.
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41. domestic sekai with smut!!! they're married and all in their honeymoon mood and they just want some lovin ;)
(note: no smut)
It feels surreal. Sehun used to think wearing rings was a pain; especially when that wind symbol from their old debut days became a ring, and had left pretty gruesome bruises on his fingers when he bumped it into things. Baekhyun used to offer him plasters (that glow in the dark: apparently, Baekhyun had a thing for lights, really), and although Sehun took those, he never used it.
(Junmyeon had asked why, when he saw Sehun stuffing the plasters into his drawer gingerly, but Sehun had shrugged; "they don't bleed anyway.")
But this silver band around his ring finger is light, shiny, and simple. They wanted it to look non-conspicuous, you see, not with those obnoxious diamonds and rubies. Sehun sighs. It actually feels comfortable.
"Why are you sighing? It's not even two days into our marriage and you're already regretting getting married to me?" The smell of chocolate drifts across the room, and Sehun turns to see Jongin with two mugs. "Hot chocolate. Helps you make decisions."
"Decisions?"
Jongin scratches the back of his head, a puzzled frown on his face that he tries to hide it with his jacket sleeves (but fails). "Weren't you thinking of getting a divorce?" his voice comes, muffled by the cloth.
"What?" Sehun asks, incredulous, and he breaks out into laughter. "You-- I-- divorce? Because I let out a sigh? Shit, you really need to stop watching those soap dramas Jongdae-hyung is lending you."
Jongin stares at the mug on the coffee table but says nothing. "Maybe I was being overly worried. But you shouldn't stare at the ring and sigh like that, you know. I wanted to cry."
"Paranoid, more like," Sehun teases, but scoots over to the other side of the couch and buries his face into the soft cotton of Jongin's pullover. "Why would I go through all the trouble to marry the world's biggest idiot in Canada just to get a divorce with him?"
"Thank God you don't-- world's biggest idiot?!"
The room still smells like chocolate when Sehun flops onto the couch after a serious tickle fight on the floor when Jongin chases after Sehun around the house. The sunlight from outside reflects off his ring and while it blinds Sehun's eyes, he smiles. It feels nice.
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32. can you write sebaek/selay/selu where their relationship is falling out and sehun/baek/lu becomes anorexic?
It's not obsession, Lu Han tells himself as he stares at the door of the apartment with his knees tucked close to his chest, feet trembling on the seat of the large office chair, it's love. The food on the table, prepared by him painstakingly for three hours or so (he just wanted to kill time) was beginning to become cold and the clock ticks on mercilessly. It's 8, and Sehun had promised to return by 7 - it has always been this way - ever since Lu Han had moved in, quit his job and Sehun made all the money, and it has been quite a while since Sehun had stopped promising to be back home early, but Lu Han decides to stick firmly to the tradition.
Sehun will come home. Sehun will come home. There's no way he won't, right?
Lu Han shoots up awake with bloodshot eyes, watching as Sehun chucks all the plates of food down the bin.
"You're awake," Sehun says.
"You're back?" Lu Han says, and he hops off the chair to wrap his arms around Sehun, burying his face into Sehun's back, breathing in his scent. "You're late."
"I never said I'd be back for dinner," Sehun replies, just as Lu Han catches a whiff of a different scent of cologne on Sehun. Sehun shrugs his outerwear off and tosses it into the laundry basket, and he walks away from Lu Han.
Lu Han's arms sting of emptiness. He senses that Sehun isn't in a good mood, so he keeps the cologne matter to himself, and flits back to Sehun's side. "What's wrong, Sehun? Why are you in such a bad mood today?" Sehun stops walking, and Lu Han trudges like a child to face Sehun and tip toes to plant a kiss on Sehun's lips. "Don't be mad, okay?"
Sehun's eyes are bleak and he breathes like he's tired of living this life. Lu Han can feel it hanging densely in the air, but he decides not to break the foolish pretense they've been playing up for so long -
"Stop," Sehun says. "I'm taking a shower."
Lu Han flinches as Sehun leaves.
Ever since, Lu Han had refused to enter the kitchen, to touch cooking utensils, to touch /food/. He cries when he sees food and even when Sehun had tried to feed him because he didn't want Lu Han to collapse of hunger, Lu Han had thrown a fit and scratched Sehun cross the cheek (which still hadn't healed). Lu Han spends his day curled up on the couch, a cushion pushed flush against his chest as he stares at the floor, his pale lips trembling.
"Eat something," Sehun tries weakly, a bowl of porridge in his hands, but Lu Han's arms flail and he knocks the bowl on the floor right away.
"Stop acting like you care," Lu Han bites, "I'm going to move out as soon as Yixing finds an apartment for me."
"I just don't want you to die."
"What if I don't want to live?" Lu Han screeches, chest heaving in exertion, "you don't even care about me anymore, so what if I die?"
Sehun sighs in frustration, cleans up the floor and dumps the entire bowl down the bin.
The door slams loudly as Sehun leaves, but Lu Han stays rooted on the couch crying, counting down to the second he dies so Sehun will care.
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33. hi shushu ♥ i'd love a baeksoo fic, if that's possible? ;w; i leave the prompt up to you because you're amazing + i want you to write something you're comfortable with!
If Kyungsoo had thought singing live at the Staples Center in Los Angeles was an incredible feat, he'd thought wrong. Now he's here, backstage of Staples, getting his hair done by some world-class hairdresser and having his performance suits picked out by the best stylists and practicing his vocals for people who'd come from all over the world, who'd paid hundreds to watch him, to listen to him.
He's aware that it's a joint concert for him and some other amateurish performer that he'd much rather not care about (his stylists were getting on his nerves because they were squealing over that guy the other day at the broadcast station), but he's also aware that his global influence definitely beats that new guy's, so the spotlight will be his anyway.
The door swings open and what Kyungsoo had expected to be lunch delivery turns out to be that singer guy. His hair is styled up like Kyungsoo's is, and he's about Kyungsoo's height, if not just a little taller, and his eyes are slanted into happy little crescents as he beams at Kyungsoo. "Kyungsoo-sunbae!" he says, extending a hand, "I'm Byun Baekhyun, the rookie singer who will be performing with you later! Please take care of me!"
Kyungsoo takes a moment to acknowledge that he doesn't really care for rookies, but the glimmer of the stars in Baehyun's eyes reminds him of his own when he just started out singing as a career. He takes Baekhyun's proffered hand, and manages a smile as he tries to ignore Baekhyun's pretty smile.
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34. rapunzel sehun
Sehun thinks it's extremely wretched for her to have lived the whole of his life cooped up in the tall tower in the outskirts of the country but she can't figure out for the life of her, why. It's not like Sehun's memory was bad, it's just that - if she thinks hard enough - that her life has always been here. Her life had begun here, and she doesn't remember if she was born here, or if someone took her here - and left her here.
There are abundant clothes in the closet, the shelves are filled with all kinds of books and servants often drop her baskets of food once in a while, but there are no signs of anyone coming to free her from this god damned tower. Her hair is getting infuriatingly long, more so, with the frustration that the ash blonde ends keep sweeping across the ground because she can't find a way to tie her hair up, or to cut her hair away. She stares out of the lone window of the tower, sighing as her long bangs fall into her eyes (she'd managed to cut her fringe with the jagged edges of food tin cans, but it would be too tedious if she did it to the rest of her hair).
Seriously? She's read each book in the room at least thrice, and can begin to recite the entirety of the encyclopedia, and it's getting real boring. Even the colors from her favorite dress were beginning to fade into an ugly shade of pale yellow. A gust of wind blows into the room through the window and Sehun watches as her hair gets picked up by the passing breeze, sunlight making her hair look like it's shimmering. Sehun hears a low yell, and when she turns to face the window, a man flies through the window and lands on his butt in front of Sehun.
Sehun opens her mouth to say something, but she hadn't tried speaking to anyone before. "Who- who are you?"
"Are you the princess, Sehun?" The man says, after getting off the floor and standing up, and Sehun finds that he has to look up. Sehun nods, although she's not sure if she's a princess, but she is Sehun, alright. "I'm Kris - the prince from the neighboring kingdom."
Sehun's mind clouds.
"People always told me that there lived a princess, beautiful and enchanted, locked away in this tall tower of this kingdom, so I have come forth to look for you, princess, to take you home with me to be my princess."
"Um," Sehun says, suddenly very conscious of her long hair and old clothes, "I'm not sure if I'm a princess because no one told me that -"
Kris takes a step forward and Sehun cowers, stopping mid-sentence, "but you are Sehun. And you are as beautiful as the legends speak of."
Sehun says nothing, can't find it in her to say anything, because she's been yearning for escape for so many long years now that she's lost count of the days that have passed in futile waiting, but here is a charming prince, and a promise to get out, and she realizes that it's all she's been waiting for. She takes Kris' hand, and feels Kris' arm around her waist as he hoists them out of the window, down a rope ladder.
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35. sekai fluff
Jongin's never struck Sehun as romantic. When they first met, at a frat party that Sehun was forcefully dragged to attend, Jongin was drenched in pink cocktail from head to toe, eyes wide and cheeks flushed from embarrassment and they bumped into each other when Jongin was heading for the washroom. Sehun was getting out, and when they collided, Sehun's shirt got stained with the drink, and he had rolled his eyes before turning back in the hopes of getting the stains off his shirt. Jongin had apologized, of course, but you could say it was all futile because that was Sehun's newly-bought shirt specially for the party (he was definitely not excited about the party at all).
Since then, Jongin has tried to make it up for Sehun, and Baekhyun, the friend who dragged Sehun to the party, almost thought they hooked up at the party, but --
"I really didn't mean to get the stains on your shirt - I mean, I didn't know it was completely new! But--"
Sehun had clamped a hand over Jongin's mouth and pulled him to a dark corner. There was no way in hell Baekhyun would hear of the news that Sehun had bought a new shirt for the stupid party.
"Okay. Okay, I'll put that behind us. Please, don't ever mention the shirt again," Sehun pleads, and Jongin agrees with a grin.
Well, although the whole fiasco was over, Jongin's constant bugging and wagging his tail at Sehun hadn't stopped. Sehun was absolutely positive he'd buried the hatchet between them, but Jongin still appears outside his classroom before lunch, appears at the gate after school, and appears in front of the door of his apartment on random mornings.
"I'm pretty sure that Jongin guy is making the moves on you," Baekhyun had remarked, tugging a piece of melting cheese away from the pizza slice, but Sehun had rolled his eyes, although he can't deny that Jongin makes his stomach do weird flips sometimes. Like when he walks Sehun home on rainy days (where Sehun can't say no to an umbrella).
When Jongin first confesses to Sehun, there were no theatrics.
"Sehun-ah," Jongin mutters, "I like you."
It wouldn't have been that awkward if Jongin didn't say it in the school library, where you can hear the echoes if you dropped a pin on the table, but he did, and Sehun already feels the heat creeping up his face. "What."
"I like you!" Jongin cries, brows knitted, "I can't stop thinking about you ever since the first time we met, and when you decided to forgive me, I thought I'd be relieved but one day I woke up and I realized I was actually missing running after your ass, begging for your smile, looking at you--"
Sehun stands up, drags Jongin out of the library and clamps his hand over Jongin's mouth. It feels refreshingly familiar. He removes his hand after some moments, and presses a soft kiss on Jongin's lips wordlessly. "Shut up, idiot. I like you too, but the world doesn't have to know."
Jongin blushes before he tackles Sehun and coddles the hell out of him.
Yeah, Jongin's not even close to romantic.
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36. superhero!au
For the record, Kim Jongin had not asked to be super in any way. He knows of kids who make wishes to become Batman or Spiderman every birthday and Christmas, and wake up the next morning with disappointed faces, and he knows of people who believe in such supernatural stunts.
For the record, Kim Jongin had not.
Perhaps it was this, that had him waking up one day, on an island with nothing that vaguely resembled his own room. The sun is beating harsh and bright on his skin and his lips are already beginning to crack. He's surrounded by water - it's an island, after all, but he can't find it in him to go get a mouthful of seawater or something.
"This is not funny," he mutters, and he pictures his home, warm and cozy, and closes his eyes to wonder if he had been kidnapped. It seemed highly unlikely (they weren't rich, not at all, good lord) and Jongin could've sworn to every god out there that he hadn't offended anyone (recently). The last time he did, was to piss the class president, Baekhyun, off by boycotting the class event, but Baekhyun hadn't taken it to heart much - just left him out on future events is all.
When he opens his eyes, the sand on his back is no longer sand but the familiar softness and the warmth of his bed. The colors swirl in the light as he opens his eyes, and he finds that what he's staring at isn't the sun - but the fluorescent orange light from the bedside lamp. Was it a dream? Instinctively, he reaches up to feel his lips and they're as chapped as he remembered them to be. He closes his eyes, and thinks of a place.
And he finds himself in Paris when he opens his eyes.
The new piece of gossip going viral in town is that various criminals of all degrees of crimes are being punished - not by the police, and the funniest bit, people'd tell you, is that even the police can't figure out who's behind it. Criminals are punished - that's quite alright, but who exactly is behind it? The officer-in-charge, Oh Sehun, is the genius kid who graduated from the training school way before schedule, and word has it that the superiors are considering about sending him back to school because he couldn't even solve the case.
It is on a cold winter night in Incheon, beside the grand airport does Oh Sehun meet Kim Jongin. Jongin's fists were bleeding, and warm puffs of air escape his lips as spirals of gas as he pants. The other man slides down the wall, eyes rolling to the back of his sockets, and when Sehun blinks, Jongin disappears.
"A new victim of the mystery punishment has been discovered in Incheon - he was a serial killer who was responsible of over twenty murder cases, and had never been caught. He was found dead with his vital organs punctured by fatal blows last night, at about 11PM."
The bowl of corn flakes in Sehun's hands falls to the ground with a loud clatter.
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37. Can you write harurin pls?
When Rin lies in bed at night, ignoring the light snores from Nitori from the bunk bed above, he thinks about when he had met Haru and the others at the old building where they used to swim, and thinks about all the things that go through his head when he spent his years in Australia. He thinks about the way it feels to swim in the lane next to Haru, and thinks about the way it gives him tingles he hasn't felt in years.
Nitori snores and turns, the metal bars under the mattress creaking.
He decides to stop thinking and falls asleep instead.
Falling asleep isn't quite the perfect option, since he wakes up and remembers (too) vividly how his dreams went. Nitori had been staring at him from his bunk - "Senpai," he says, brows knitted in confusion, "were you crying? I heard you."
"What?" Rin says, "I was?" He unconsciously lifts his hand to wipe at the corners of his eyes and is surprised to find the back of his hand wet with tears. "Wow."
Nitori continues to look at him like that - eyes filled with sympathy and some sort of curiosity until Rin stands up and throws a pillow into Nitori's face. Serves him right.
Haru extending his hand to yank Rin out of the water with a smile. The both of them swimming laps like time didn't matter. Them winning competitions together, hands clasped and fingers laced - had it really been just a dream? Rin tosses his goggles into the water in frustration, and scoops it up with his hands with a long sigh.
He didn't really want to lie to himself, and Nitori was probably being polite to not reveal what he was dreaming about (well... he had the bad habit of sleeptalking, Gou had told him off too many a times), but since he lived alone in Australia, there was no telling, but he remembers. Waking up to a wet pillow and puffy eyes, waking up to hands that ached for something that wasn't his at all.
Haruka Nanase. Rin knew it was inevitable for them to meet again - maybe at school, maybe beside the pool. He had ignored Gou's constant bugging about "Haru and the boys", but having someone else bring up the topic of Haru is frankly, quite new. RIn watches wordlessly as the blue-haired boy in front of him spout some nonsense about Haru's swimming and how he wishes Rin would back off - and he feels an ugly feeling gnawing at the pit of his guts.
"It's none of your business," Rin grumbles, zipping his jacket up and turning to walk back into the campus, leaving the boy outside. "I don't want to have anything to do with them anymore, anyway."
Nothing to do with them, he had said, but when he wakes up at night, jerked out from a dream, his hands still shake and itch to hold something that doesn't belong to him.
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38. hogwarts!au chansoo pls (in which they're the ones who ditch their dates)
"I actually feel bad about this," Kyungsoo pants, the hem of his overly long robe dragging behind his petite frame as they rush down the flight of stairs (never ask mom to find me an outfit for a dance, Kyungsoo weakly files away in his head, it'll be another hand-me-down from Kris). From in front, Chanyeol flashes him that same old shit-eating grin that convinced Kyungsoo to join his crazy idea, and Kyungsoo has half a mind to sever all ties with Chanyeol. He thinks seventy percent of friends he's made in Hogwarts either secretly enjoy watching other people suffer, or maybe, just Kyungsoo. He grunts.
It had started out easy enough - They were betting who could get a dance partner to the Yule Ball (which was, back then, five days away), and try as Kyungsoo might, with all his lame excuses about the lack of a proper outfit and the lack of guts to ask a girl out, Chanyeol had smoothly and easily convinced him that it would be fine. And fun. In fact, Chanyeol even wrote the letter to Kyungsoo's mom, asking her to find an outfit for Kyungsoo (if Kyungsoo had written it, he would have specifically requested that it wasn't another tattered robe worn by Kris Wu, head prefect and model student from Slytherin three years ago, at some classy socializing session for students at the upper-end).
And it had been easy. Kyungsoo has always had girls after him - although he has no idea what was it that attracted them, but yeah. Luna, a senior from Ravenclaw had coolly accepted his request (they used to sing in the choir together) while Chanyeol was still figuring if he should write a poem or sing a song for the girl.
("Not the poem please," Kyungsoo begs, "your metaphors suck."
Chanyeol covers his notebook on reflex and scowls before sticking his tongue out. "It's the thought that counts, Kyungsoo. Besides, a haiku is easy to write! See: Hello, Kyungsoo-yah / I love the cakes your mom makes / and her strawberry tarts too--")
Kyungsoo won.
Chanyeol wasn't satisfied.
"Let's go to the ball without the girls!"
"You're crazy," Kyungsoo hisses over his Spells notebook, "Luna-sunbae will kill me."
Chanyeol grins the same old grin.
The door swings open to reveal the rooftop. Kyungsoo stops running, hands clutching on his knees as he pants, cursing the robes under his breath. "Stop running," he huffs, tugging Chanyeol's sleeves and leading him to the railings of the roof.
Chanyeol stables him for a moment, laughter breathy.
Firework bursts through the silent and dark night sky as Kyungsoo scrambles to breathe, and when he clutches at Chanyeol's sleeves to tell him about how beautiful the lights are, he turns to see that Chanyeol is already looking at him. With the same old grin.
Kyungsoo thinks this is how a ball should feel like.
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39. neko!sekai au. jongin has been lusting on sehun for ages and sehun just so happen to be in heat. NC-17 :D
Watching Sehun take his afternoon nap is very fascinating, Jongin thinks. Sehun stirs, and his sandy white tail brushes against the covers quietly and Jongin really, really can't bring himself to tell Sehun that he just really wants to fuck the daylights out of the him.
"Nn," Sehun purrs, "'mornin, Jongin."
Jongin bites back a growl. "It's 4pm," he says instead, crawling across the bed to bury his head in Sehun's lap. Sehun hums, pleased. Jongin nuzzles his cheek against Sehun's soft thighs, pleased.
"Sehun, I--"
Sehun tugs Jongin up, effectively cutting off anything Jongin had wanted to say. He plants a quick peck on Jongin's lips and grins sheepishly. "Why are you so grumpy? Sehun doesn't like grumpy Jongin."
Gulping, Jongin tries to calm his heartbeat, but Sehun is so close, and in this position, their crotches are also dangerously close. He feels himself getting uncomfortably hard when Sehun exhales against his cheek. "Um, Sehun, isn't it time to shower--"
"Shower? Jongin, you hate the water. What's wrong with you today?" Sehun presses, leaning insanely close. He presses his forehead against's Jongin's and frowns. "You're not having a fever, are you? I can't feel it."
"Hey, Sehun, don't hate me for this, okay?"
"Huh? Wha--"
Jongin holds the sides of Sehun's face and leans in, places a soft kiss on Sehun's lips but Sehun gasps, eyelids flying open so Jongin takes the chance to slip his tongue into Sehun's mouth, reveling in the soft shiver that reverberates through Sehun's body. "Jongin?" Sehun murmurs against Jongin's lips when they pull away, and Sehun's face is hot and flushed red and his palms are sweaty.
"I," Jongin gulps, breaths coming in quick, stuttering pants, "I don't think I can control myself if you keep being this cute, Sehun."
With a shaking hand, Jongin leads Sehun's hand to his aching erection visible through the thin layer of pajama pants. "See? You did this to me, Sehun."
Sehun blushes at the heat, but still can't help himself but to feel Jongin in his hand even more. "You're warm..." he trails off, nimble hand wrapping itself around the clothed erection and gives it a light squeeze.
Jongin moans and collapses against Sehun's chest. He grabs Sehun's wrist shakily, and helps Sehun touch himself again. "Jongin?" Sehun yelps, but is reduced to a mess when Jongin works his hand deftly.
Sehun comes onto the blankets in thin white ropes. Jongin can only imagine how painful the jerking off session in the bathroom later will be.
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40. chanyeol is a merman and then he met kyungsoo who cant swim. weird prompt is weird lol(one/two)
Don't venture upwards.
Chanyeol isn't one for rules and he's definitely sure he doesn't have that good of a memory, but he never forgets this word. The severity of this single rule punctuated in the heavy tone that his father used when he told Chanyeol this has made the ends of Chanyeol's hairs stand, ever since he was a toddler, and even now. In some times, it has even become some sort of a mantra (Lu Han keeps laughing at him -- but Lu Han is older, and there's the long scar on his back left by the bloody gash some years ago when Lu Han tried to go upwards. Above. Nobody mentions it but it rings and sears through Chanyeol's closed lids at night, waking up to cold sweat and burning fragments of the recollections of dreams of a world above water. Lu Han keeps laughing -- when he turned eighteen, because Chanyeol had sworn to swim up to explore when he turned eighteen but was too chicken to really try. The mantra had, unfortunately, worked and slapped a new nickname of Chicken Chanyeol onto his head for about three months or so. The water nymphs never shut up).
Nobody really knows why, but it's some sort of a convention to not be curious about the world above. Chanyeol has seen books in the imperial library (hey, Chanyeol reads -- sometimes, at least) that there are lands covered with dry sand and paling rocks, not seaweed and coral. He mentions this to Kris, his brother, once, but Kris only shrugged and yawns disinterestedly. "Chanyeol," he just says, "sometimes, it's better off not knowing. Haven't you seen Lu Han?"
"Adventure comes at a price," Chanyeol challenges, watching as Lu Han floats up to retrieve a book from a higher shelf.
Kris shrugs again. "To each his own," he mutters, slender fingers thumbing between pages distractedly.
Don't venture upwards.
Chanyeol, what are you doing?
Don't venture upwards, don't venture up-- don't--
Breaking through the surface of the sea, Chanyeol opens his mouth in a broken gasp. The air is tinged with a soft twist of sea salt and frozen icicles and tastes nothing like the oxygen underwater. He breathes. The pressure is so much lower here. He closes his eyes and relishes in this moment of freedom and achievement, until he hears a loud, piercing scream.
He turns. The brightness of the ship up in flames from about a mile away blinds his eyes and before he knows it, he's swiftly gliding through the water. By the time he reaches, the ship is a wreck, but the fire is pretty much gone. Chanyeol bites his bottom lip in worry, but decides to not do anything. Turning around, he almost dives down but is stopped by a small lifeboat with a young-looking teenager in it. "You're..." the boy trails off. Chanyeol doesn't reply -- he doesn't know the consequences of interacting with the people who live on land. He's about to escape but the boy stops him. "Please, don't go. I haven't met a mermaid before," he says.
"Merman," Chanyeol snaps, irritably.
To his chagrin, the other boy beams. "I'm glad you spoke. I was beginning to think you couldn't speak, like Ariel in The Little Mermaid."
"I'm a mer/man/," Chanyeol insists, tail flapping angrily in the water.
"And I'm Kyungsoo. Your eyes are really pretty," the boy just says calmly, "are they green? They're really pretty. It's like I can see the stars in your eyes."
"Pretty sure that's called a reflection, human boy," Chanyeol mutters in contempt. How dare this human mock the color of his eyes? The color that runs in his veins -- royal blood, mind you -- is to be anything but commented on. The extravagance and the beauty of the eyes with shade of green shared amongst the merpeople royals cannot be simply put into words. Not with a lame word like 'pretty'. Chanyeol puffs his cheeks out in disdain. "Besides, why are you alone on this boat? Wouldn't you like to save your friends?"
Kyungsoo shrugs. Chanyeol decides that he really hates it when people shrug. "I can't swim," the petite boy admits honestly. "They had orders from my father that if anything was to happen, the lifeboat should contain me and only me. There is another bigger boat for the ship crew."
Chanyeol blinks dumbly before chortling. "You're some kind of royalty?"
Much to Chanyeol's surprise, Kyungsoo nods seriously. "Yeah. Prince. Third prince, to be exact, but you know, whatever. I'm not interested in the throne. I like to travel. Meet people. Meet mermaids."
"Mermen," Chanyeol hisses under his breath, exasperated. "Not everyone of us are female." Kyungsoo laughs, a soft, breathy sound like he said that just to spite Chanyeol, so Chanyeol frowns. "I think I'm just going to pull you out from your boat and drown you. You said you can't swim, right?"
Kyungsoo turns pale in a split second. "I really can't."
Chanyeol grabs Kyungsoo's hand with a huge grin and tugs him out of his boat so that they're floating on the water with their chests out of the water thanks to Chanyeol keeping them afloat. "P-Please, don't do that-- if you let go of me, this is where I'd die, merman."
"Do you trust me?" Chanyeol asks.
"No," Kyungsoo swallows.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. In a swift motion, he pinches Kyungsoo's nose and dives down.
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The sun is bright overhead when Kyungsoo is rudely shaken awake by large hands. His lips are cracking and sand is drying on his clothes and legs when he sits up. "Where..."
"Prince Kyungsoo! We couldn't find you last night while searching on the sea, but when we reached land, we found you here. I'm so glad you're safe!"
Kyungsoo nods, but he really isn't listening. Instead, he stares out into the horizon, and thinks about the merman with long, chestnut hair and big, green eyes and his strong arms that held him when they dove into the water.
Maybe he should take up swimming or diving lessons soon.
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41. domestic sekai with smut!!! they're married and all in their honeymoon mood and they just want some lovin ;)
(note: no smut)
It feels surreal. Sehun used to think wearing rings was a pain; especially when that wind symbol from their old debut days became a ring, and had left pretty gruesome bruises on his fingers when he bumped it into things. Baekhyun used to offer him plasters (that glow in the dark: apparently, Baekhyun had a thing for lights, really), and although Sehun took those, he never used it.
(Junmyeon had asked why, when he saw Sehun stuffing the plasters into his drawer gingerly, but Sehun had shrugged; "they don't bleed anyway.")
But this silver band around his ring finger is light, shiny, and simple. They wanted it to look non-conspicuous, you see, not with those obnoxious diamonds and rubies. Sehun sighs. It actually feels comfortable.
"Why are you sighing? It's not even two days into our marriage and you're already regretting getting married to me?" The smell of chocolate drifts across the room, and Sehun turns to see Jongin with two mugs. "Hot chocolate. Helps you make decisions."
"Decisions?"
Jongin scratches the back of his head, a puzzled frown on his face that he tries to hide it with his jacket sleeves (but fails). "Weren't you thinking of getting a divorce?" his voice comes, muffled by the cloth.
"What?" Sehun asks, incredulous, and he breaks out into laughter. "You-- I-- divorce? Because I let out a sigh? Shit, you really need to stop watching those soap dramas Jongdae-hyung is lending you."
Jongin stares at the mug on the coffee table but says nothing. "Maybe I was being overly worried. But you shouldn't stare at the ring and sigh like that, you know. I wanted to cry."
"Paranoid, more like," Sehun teases, but scoots over to the other side of the couch and buries his face into the soft cotton of Jongin's pullover. "Why would I go through all the trouble to marry the world's biggest idiot in Canada just to get a divorce with him?"
"Thank God you don't-- world's biggest idiot?!"
The room still smells like chocolate when Sehun flops onto the couch after a serious tickle fight on the floor when Jongin chases after Sehun around the house. The sunlight from outside reflects off his ring and while it blinds Sehun's eyes, he smiles. It feels nice.
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