drabble dump; various pairings
sjexo drabble dump; various pairings
i. madness [baekyeol; pg]
baekhyun was an experiment.
ii. sing me to sleep tonight [selu; g]
this is what they do after a long day.
iii. time of our lives [ryeowook/luna; g]
hsm!au where both of them are the golden couple of the school.
iv. you say no matter what happens, let's be forever [baekyeol; pg]
this is the way they come together. that is the way they fall apart.
i. madness
baekyeol; pg; ~560w
baekhyun was an experiment.
my head is literally full of bs. chanyeol as scientific genius = epitome of bs.
it’s all quiet in the laboratory, save for the bubbling of various chemicals and mixtures. it’s strangely rhythmic, the sound is, gentle little ‘bloop bloop’s emitting from the open beakers. a lone figure putters around, his freakishly tall figure cutting a imposing silhouette.
“it’s ready,” someone else enters the room. this new boy is shorter than the other, his head barely skimming the other’s shoulder.
“ok, go set up. be there in a few,” the first boy answers distractedly, his voice unexpectedly deep and gravelly, totally different from the innocent image his face portrays.
“chanyeol, are you sure it’s going to work? some things aren’t meant to be messed with, you know.” the second boy frowns, his eyes wide and disapproving.
“you really worry too much, kyungsoo-ah. i mean, what can go wrong?” chanyeol laughs, his voice light and tone nonchalant. “worst come to worst, i’ll just dismantle it and build it again from scratch. i mean, i’m not called a scientific genius for nothing, you know.”
kyungsoo just shrugs and walks out, presumably to get ready. chanyeol’s smile fades as he looks down at the papers in his hands, rifling through them furiously as he does a last-minute check to make sure he’s left nothing out. once he’s absolutely certain, he walks out of the laboratory and into the neighbouring room.
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the figure on the table is covered with a white sheet, which chanyeol excitedly rips off and chucks somewhere into a corner of the already cluttered room. once it’s gone, he looks down at closed eyes, cute little nose and ruffled black hair, the small figure seeming especially tiny on the large metal table.
“i’ll call you baekhyun,” chanyeol mutters decisively, pottering around the room to search for the various tools and materials he needs. it only takes five minutes before everything’s gathered in his hands, kyungsoo standing at the corner as far removed from the table as he can.
“last chance to stop,” he says quietly, watching as chanyeol prepares to make that exact incision across baekhyun’s forehead. “seriously, chanyeol, this is gruesome and unnatural. some things, especially things like life and death, aren’t meant to be tampered with.”
“are you fucking kidding me,” chanyeol snorts derisively. “i didn’t work on this research paper for ten years only to back out when i’m so close to succeeding, okay. look, kyungsoo, if you want to leave, just go. i won’t stop you, okay?”
kyungsoo says nothing in response, just bites his lip and leans back against the doorframe with worry evident in his eyes.
“whatever you say, you know best.”
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it only takes a few hours before the experiment is completed. baekhyun sits up, disoriented, looking around the laboratory as if to gauge his surroundings. chanyeol claps and cheers, patting baekhyun’s head proudly and proclaiming his success.
“look, he’s cute,” chanyeol murmurs fondly, watching as baekhyun slowly glances from side to side and smiles. baekhyun even rubs his head against chanyeol’s hand like a kitten or puppy being petted, already attached to his creator. kyungsoo finds it a little creepy, but he decides to keep silent as baekhyun’s gaze suddenly turns on him, staring unwaveringly at kyungsoo.
neither chanyeol nor kyungsoo choose to mention anything about the gruesome scar stretching across baekhyun’s forehead - after all, they’d rather pretend that it’s not there.
ii. sing me to sleep tonight
selu; g; ~570w
this is what they do after a long day.
this may or may not have been the most disgusting thing i've ever written. halp what is life/sanity/rational writing when there is selu.
it’s quiet in their room. it lacks the chatter of twelve overexcited boys and the laughter of their boisterous baekhyun and chanyeol, but it’s nice regardless - the silence is soothing, a peaceful balm for the bruises of a tiring day.
exhausted, sehun flops down on his small bed, his long limbs dangling off the mattress as he buries his face in his pillow. luhan’s curled up besides him with his earphones plugged in, his legs drawn up close to his chest as he hums along to their new song.
“are you okay?”
“mmfrghhhhghh,” comes the muffled response, sehun not bothering to lift his face up from the pillow to answer. luhan laughs and reaches over, grabbing the pillow and pulling the sleepy boy closer to him. gently at first so as not to disturb him, but gradually with more force as luhan realises that sleepy sehun is also uncooperative sehun. slowly, luhan maneuvers them so that sehun’s head is lying in his lap, his thigh being used as a pillow.
“comfortable?”
sehun hums, obviously contented with his position and luhan looks down at the boy in his lap. what he sees, though, are droopy eyelids and tired lines in a face too young to look so exhausted. putting aside his worries for a moment, he leans down to brush away blonde bangs from sehun’s forehead, stroking the soft hair in a comforting motion. everything’s been kind of crazy lately - preparation work for their newest music video, all the fanmeets, sehun’s ‘lazy dancing’ search on naver which had hurt their maknae so badly.
“want me to sing you to sleep?”
“that’d be nice,” sehun mutters sleepily, but there’s that little smile at the corner of his mouth which luhan is so terribly fond of. “we haven’t done that since trainee days.”
“oh well,” luhan shrugs, his hands never ceasing in their movements in sehun’s hair. “never too late, right?”
and so he begins to sing, a chinese song he grew up listening to all through childhood. his tongue rolls over the familiar characters and accents, over the familiar notes and lyrics and all the while sehun lies quietly in his lap, listening to luhan pour out his heart. even though luhan’s voice is small in the deafening silence of the room, it’s still beautiful, something sehun would willingly listen to day after day.
leaning up, sehun presses a languid kiss to a spot on luhan’s throat, his little way of saying thank you. luhan’s still singing, so as he presses his lips down sehun can feel the vibrations running through luhan’s voice box and the sensation is oddly familiar, oddly comforting; it should seem awkward, but somehow it just seems right and more intimate than anything else. the kiss only lasts for a few seconds before sehun draws away, but then they lock gazes and share a secret smile in which thousands of words lurk unsaid.
when junmyeon comes to turn off the lights and check on them, he sees the both of them curled up around each other, luhan’s head nestled in the crook of sehun’s shoulder as the smaller boy shifts and presses closer to sehun even in his sleep. smiling, junmyeon flips the light switch and tugs the blanket higher over both of them before tiptoeing to the door and shutting it gently, careful not to wake the two. after all, tomorrow’s another long day.
iii. time of our lives
ryeowook/luna; g; ~340w
hsm!au where both of them are the most popular couple in school
no idea why i’m writing wook/luna, but they looked cute together in their musical! :D:D tiny little couple.
“i’ve got basketball practice after school today and you have vocal training, right? i’ll pick you up at your locker at 5, okay?” ryeowook asks, basketball tucked under his arm as he spins the dial of sunyoung’s locker shut. they’re the prince and princess of their school, the golden couple whom everyone adores and would love to see get married. she grins, nodding, and his answering smile is even brighter. they make a tiny little couple, the unexpectedly diminutive basketball captain and the petite choir girl, quickly swallowed up amongst the crowds of their fellow students.
as they make their way to their respective first period classes, they’re stopped by people in their various little groups of friends - jongwoon and donghae and soojung from their very own ‘popular clique’, kyuhyun from choir, hyukjae and jongin from the dance team - either to say hi, to congratulate ryeowook on a good game against the opposite team last week, to give sunyoung encouragement for the upcoming talent competition. it’s easy to gauge both of their popularity - somehow, both ryeowook and sunyoung shine in their respective fields, burning bright and drawing people to them with their affable personalities and easy smiles.
they turn a corner and stop outside room c1-07, sunyoung’s chemistry class, where students inside are merely milling listlessly about waiting for the long day to start. ryeowook walks with her all the way to the door before dropping her off and squeezing her hand tight, the little gesture of affection drawing ‘awww’s and ‘ahhh’s from the various students gathered in the room. neither of them blush or shy away, both used to the reactions of the student body by now, and ryeowook merely hurries off to his korean literature class before the tardy bell rings.
“see you!” sunyoung’s high voice rings out from the clamour of voices, and ryeowook spins around hastily in the hallway.
“yeah.”
he grins at her and when their eyes meet across the crowded hallway, it feels almost as if they could be the only two people in the world.
iv. you say no matter what happens, let's be forever
baekyeol; pg; ~640w
this is the way they came together, and that is the way they fell apart.
i don’t understand why i can’t just write normal happy baekyeol, srsly. whacks self.
sometimes, when there are little pockets of silence and calm in the violent waves of the turbulent sea baekhyun calls his life, baekhyun sits and reflects. he’s never really been an introspective person, preferring to always be out there in the thick of things. on the frontlines, under the spotlight, never shying away from having eyes trained on him. sometimes, however, being glamorous and popular baekhyun gets tiring, and quiet, tired baekhyun appears.
the second baekhyun thinks about a lot of things, but most importantly, he thinks the most about park chanyeol.
they started off cold, not unlike rivals - baekhyun thought chanyeol was irritating, loud and noisy, but what he didn’t know was that chanyeol thought the exact same way about him. he’s really attention-seeking, that baekhyun, chanyeol had reportedly told jongin after their first meeting. (coincidentally, baekhyun had bitched about the exact same thing to kyungsoo.) they’d remained lukewarm to each other for a while, but then somehow jongin and kyungsoo grew closer and as a result, both of their social circles collided, throwing both baekhyun and chanyeol into a state of denial (‘no i really don’t like chanyeol’) and irritation (‘baekhyun’s so fucking annoying, i don’t even know how kyungsoo puts up with him’).
slowly, however, they’d grown closer as time passed. after jongin and kyungsoo got together and were made fun of for being gay, baekhyun had snapped at anyone who dared look down on them, and had even gone so far as to deliver a truly bitchy speech to one senior who’d insulted both of them. since then, chanyeol found out that baekhyun actually had a kind, loyal heart under his sassy exterior, which was just a cover-up for the occasional tiny, scared baekhyun. baekhyun, meanwhile, realised that chanyeol was fiercely protective of anyone he considered his friend - it had surfaced when people started threatening baekhyun, saying that he had to be a ‘faggot’ as well. chanyeol had roared at them and even gotten into a fight, leading to a 3-day suspension from school, but when he’d returned baekhyun had greeted him like a hero and suddenly, all bad blood between them was gone. dissipated into thin air, as if it had never existed. and with all their animosity gone, both of them discovered that they were scarily similar - both were attention-grabbing troublemakers through and through, good at making others laugh yet not so good at hiding the various insecurities and disappointments that lurked within themselves.
eventually, somehow, inexplicably, they’d fallen in love. it was explosive, always full of ups and downs and uncertainties, but baekhyun liked it because chanyeol was able to make him laugh, to make him forget about things that made him unhappy. chanyeol was sort of like morphine - enough to dull the pain temporarily, maybe even for a long period of time, but never enough to fix the injury, to go right to the heart of things and knit the broken flesh back together. it had been nice while it lasted, definitely, yet when they burnt out and fell apart baekhyun had definitely felt a certain sense of relief. everything had been rubbing him the wrong way - chanyeol’s protectiveness turning into stifling possessiveness, his sassiness chipping away at his words until they became jagged and hurtful. slowly, the laughter had died away, only to be replaced by awkward silences and mournful glances up till the point where baekhyun decided he’d had enough and walked out.
(this was the way they came together, that was the way they fell apart.)
sometimes, baekhyun just likes to sit in white noise - tv on, earphones jammed in, but he’s not really listening to anything other than his own thoughts. and then, in the lack of loud obnoxious laughter and deep rumbling voices, baekhyun realises he misses chanyeol.
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well i kinda said i wouldn't post anything until i came back after my europe trip, but then i'm dumping all these here bc i kind of sat down for two hours and these four drabbles came out. brain waylt. uhm yeah. don't kill me /)____(\ i have nothing to say about the things my brain comes up with, ok. toodles.