[1] Prompt Drabbles (Jae!centric, Yunjae, Yoosu)
I've done this before, and I might end up posting some of them in a big pile post, but wrote these prompt drabbles for yomi_chan305 tonight and she forced urged me to post them. The first is artsy and the second and third are just fluffycrack.
jae!centric, candy hearts
jaejoong falls in love three times:
the first time he’s in third grade, and there’s a whole lot of stigma around love and crushes and that mushy stuff that only parents do. he remembers a whole lot of wide-eyed beauty and shining hair, and tongue stuck between missing front teeth. then he’s seventeen and he’s pedaling gum on the street, want a stick, ma’am, sir, and he turns around and he sees love. standing there: shades of blues and red-rimmed eyes and he trips face-forward, hands tucked under and free-falling.
the last time he’s twenty and he’s sharing candy hearts - let’s trade, no, you trade. mine says something stupid. and he looks up and he locks eyes (free-falling, tripping, something like standing still) and oh, he thinks, this again.
yunjae, tape
“Hey Yunho,” Jaejoong has his tongue stuck between his teeth, meshing his words together. He’s kneeling on the corner of the kitchen table; Yoochun’s supposed to be making sure it’s not wobbling but he’s half-asleep, paying more attention to a moth outside the window. “Yunho, it’s not working.”
Two days ago, someone told Jaejoong that everything could be fixed with tape - if you use enough. The kitchen blinds are broken. Jaejoong has tape.
“It’s not going to work,” Changmin mentions, apple in his hand. He’s smirking - Yunho sighs.
“I’m too old for this,” he declares.
“Shut up, I’m older than you.” Jaejoong snaps. Three things happen: the blind comes crashing down when gravity wins against scotch tape, Jaejoong begins to tip and Yoochun comes to life with a heroic grab at the table’s edge, and Changmin snickers. Loudly.
Yunho leans his head against the wall. Really, he says silently to himself, I’m too old for this.
yoosu, thongs
Yoochun swears to God Almighty and any angels who might be out there that the thong isn’t his idea - it’s Jaejoong’s. Or something.
And really, even if it was maybe-just-rather-quite his idea, the prank was too good to pass up. “Happy birthday?” He says, throws a winning smile at Junsu.
Junsu stares. Yoochun watches it become a glare.
There’s something oddly scary about anything vaguely angry on Junsu’s face. “I have a new idea,” he says. There’s one last party drink left on the table; he downs it. “Gift exchange-“
He pulls Junsu in for a kiss, all teeth and tongue and Junsu’s shocked squirming until he gives in. They break apart, and, “Happy birthday? Next year I’ll get you another ‘sorry girls I’m gay’ shirt.”
Junsu shuts him up with another kiss.
jae!centric, candy hearts
jaejoong falls in love three times:
the first time he’s in third grade, and there’s a whole lot of stigma around love and crushes and that mushy stuff that only parents do. he remembers a whole lot of wide-eyed beauty and shining hair, and tongue stuck between missing front teeth. then he’s seventeen and he’s pedaling gum on the street, want a stick, ma’am, sir, and he turns around and he sees love. standing there: shades of blues and red-rimmed eyes and he trips face-forward, hands tucked under and free-falling.
the last time he’s twenty and he’s sharing candy hearts - let’s trade, no, you trade. mine says something stupid. and he looks up and he locks eyes (free-falling, tripping, something like standing still) and oh, he thinks, this again.
yunjae, tape
“Hey Yunho,” Jaejoong has his tongue stuck between his teeth, meshing his words together. He’s kneeling on the corner of the kitchen table; Yoochun’s supposed to be making sure it’s not wobbling but he’s half-asleep, paying more attention to a moth outside the window. “Yunho, it’s not working.”
Two days ago, someone told Jaejoong that everything could be fixed with tape - if you use enough. The kitchen blinds are broken. Jaejoong has tape.
“It’s not going to work,” Changmin mentions, apple in his hand. He’s smirking - Yunho sighs.
“I’m too old for this,” he declares.
“Shut up, I’m older than you.” Jaejoong snaps. Three things happen: the blind comes crashing down when gravity wins against scotch tape, Jaejoong begins to tip and Yoochun comes to life with a heroic grab at the table’s edge, and Changmin snickers. Loudly.
Yunho leans his head against the wall. Really, he says silently to himself, I’m too old for this.
yoosu, thongs
Yoochun swears to God Almighty and any angels who might be out there that the thong isn’t his idea - it’s Jaejoong’s. Or something.
And really, even if it was maybe-just-rather-quite his idea, the prank was too good to pass up. “Happy birthday?” He says, throws a winning smile at Junsu.
Junsu stares. Yoochun watches it become a glare.
There’s something oddly scary about anything vaguely angry on Junsu’s face. “I have a new idea,” he says. There’s one last party drink left on the table; he downs it. “Gift exchange-“
He pulls Junsu in for a kiss, all teeth and tongue and Junsu’s shocked squirming until he gives in. They break apart, and, “Happy birthday? Next year I’ll get you another ‘sorry girls I’m gay’ shirt.”
Junsu shuts him up with another kiss.