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various drabbles from ask.fm
yongguk/himchan, PG, 655 words
originally posted here. prompt was 'banghim kissing on a treeeeeee (in which himchan climbs a tree to save his cat and yongguk joins)'
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Yongguk calls, looking up at him. He has to shield his eyes to see Himchan, perched high up in the tree, his cat in his lap.
Himchan flicks a twig down at him. "You're so helpful, Bang Yongguk," he says. It had seemed a good idea at the time, of course. When Baby had disappeared up the tree and planted herself out on a branch, Himchan had figured it would be no trouble at all to follow her up, and bring her down. She's delicate, you know? He needs to make sure she's safe.
Of course, he'd forgotten that he has to have some way to carry her down, which is why he's still up here, idly stroking Baby's head. It's been a while since he's climbed a tree, anyway, and that's why he's still up here.
"Enjoying the view?" Yongguk asks, his arms crossed over his chest. He's smiling amicably, but there's something indulgent about it, so Himchan throws another twig.
"Yes, yes I am," he says. Baby butts her head against his hand and he scratches under her chin, frowning down at Yongguk.
This doesn't, however, stop Yongguk from laughing at him and then reaching for one of the lower branches and climbing up after him. Himchan is a little put out that it's so easy for Yongguk, but at the same time, he also gets a nice view of his bare arms and shoulders and the way the muscles flex under his skin. So it's not all bad.
When Yongguk pulls himself up to straddle Himchan's branch, Baby bolts, darting out from under Himchan's hands to race down the bough. She leaps neatly down to the next branch, and then the next, and when she hits the ground she casually strolls back towards their house like nothing ever happened. Yongguk laughs so hard he almost topples backwards.
Himchan grabs a handful of Yongguk's shirtfront, tugging him up again. "Watch it," he says reproachfully. He feels a bit silly right, sitting in a tree after having climbed it to save a cat that clearly needed no rescue at all. The last thing he needs is Yongguk falling on his thick head while he's laughing at him.
"Are you worried?" Yongguk asks, closing a hand around the one Himchan still has tight in his shirt. His eyes are soft and fond.
"Not at all," Himchan replies, and he slides down the branch a little further until he's between Yongguk's knees. "When you break open your skull, I'll stand over your body and laugh."
Yongguk doesn't flinch as Himchan settles both his palms against his ribs. He's warm under Himchan's touch, and the arm that finds his way around Himchan's waist is welcome. It's not the most comfortable perch, a tree. "Morbid," Yongguk comments.
Himchan hums as he leans in, catching Yongguk's mouth in a slow, easy kiss. There is nothing more gratifying to him than the way that Yongguk's lips always part under his, granting him access, or the way that Yongguk's fingertips dig into his ribs when Himchan flicks his tongue, just so. He may feign like he hates it, but Yongguk will always indulge him, and that knowledge is what makes Himchan melt into him.
Of course, there's a small part of him that reminds him that they are in a /tree/ and he should probably try to not fall. But Yongguk's plush lips are so nice, and his hands are warm and steady, and the afternoon breeze feels so nice from up here. It's hard to think of much else.
Distantly, he hears the soft sound of Baby meowing to be let into the house, and Yongguk laughs breathlessly, pressing his forehead to Himchan's cheek. "That cat..." he says, but wisely, he doesn't finish the thought.
Himchan swats him, but before he can reply, Yongguk's mouth is on his again, and his complaint goes unvoiced.
Himchan flicks a twig down at him. "You're so helpful, Bang Yongguk," he says. It had seemed a good idea at the time, of course. When Baby had disappeared up the tree and planted herself out on a branch, Himchan had figured it would be no trouble at all to follow her up, and bring her down. She's delicate, you know? He needs to make sure she's safe.
Of course, he'd forgotten that he has to have some way to carry her down, which is why he's still up here, idly stroking Baby's head. It's been a while since he's climbed a tree, anyway, and that's why he's still up here.
"Enjoying the view?" Yongguk asks, his arms crossed over his chest. He's smiling amicably, but there's something indulgent about it, so Himchan throws another twig.
"Yes, yes I am," he says. Baby butts her head against his hand and he scratches under her chin, frowning down at Yongguk.
This doesn't, however, stop Yongguk from laughing at him and then reaching for one of the lower branches and climbing up after him. Himchan is a little put out that it's so easy for Yongguk, but at the same time, he also gets a nice view of his bare arms and shoulders and the way the muscles flex under his skin. So it's not all bad.
When Yongguk pulls himself up to straddle Himchan's branch, Baby bolts, darting out from under Himchan's hands to race down the bough. She leaps neatly down to the next branch, and then the next, and when she hits the ground she casually strolls back towards their house like nothing ever happened. Yongguk laughs so hard he almost topples backwards.
Himchan grabs a handful of Yongguk's shirtfront, tugging him up again. "Watch it," he says reproachfully. He feels a bit silly right, sitting in a tree after having climbed it to save a cat that clearly needed no rescue at all. The last thing he needs is Yongguk falling on his thick head while he's laughing at him.
"Are you worried?" Yongguk asks, closing a hand around the one Himchan still has tight in his shirt. His eyes are soft and fond.
"Not at all," Himchan replies, and he slides down the branch a little further until he's between Yongguk's knees. "When you break open your skull, I'll stand over your body and laugh."
Yongguk doesn't flinch as Himchan settles both his palms against his ribs. He's warm under Himchan's touch, and the arm that finds his way around Himchan's waist is welcome. It's not the most comfortable perch, a tree. "Morbid," Yongguk comments.
Himchan hums as he leans in, catching Yongguk's mouth in a slow, easy kiss. There is nothing more gratifying to him than the way that Yongguk's lips always part under his, granting him access, or the way that Yongguk's fingertips dig into his ribs when Himchan flicks his tongue, just so. He may feign like he hates it, but Yongguk will always indulge him, and that knowledge is what makes Himchan melt into him.
Of course, there's a small part of him that reminds him that they are in a /tree/ and he should probably try to not fall. But Yongguk's plush lips are so nice, and his hands are warm and steady, and the afternoon breeze feels so nice from up here. It's hard to think of much else.
Distantly, he hears the soft sound of Baby meowing to be let into the house, and Yongguk laughs breathlessly, pressing his forehead to Himchan's cheek. "That cat..." he says, but wisely, he doesn't finish the thought.
Himchan swats him, but before he can reply, Yongguk's mouth is on his again, and his complaint goes unvoiced.
yongguk/himchan, pg, 800 words
originally posted here. prompt was this gif.
It's been a long and productive day at the studio with his newest duo, but Yongguk is definitely glad to be headed home. He takes the train, he likes having the time to think. This time of night, things aren't too crowded, and he grabs a seat, pulls on his headphones, and settles in to do some people watching.
He's still quite a few stops from home when he stands to let a pregnant woman take his seat. It's only polite, after all. When he moves to stand near one of the doors, though, he feels someone wrap a hand around his elbow. Startled, he turns to see a guy around his age, red-faced and sweaty blond hair hanging in his eyes. Yongguk slides his headphones out but the man just pants and wheezes.
"Are you okay?" he asks, hesitantly. The guy clearly just ran for the train, and he wants something from Yongguk, but it's impossible to tell what, with how he gasps for breath. Distantly, Yongguk wonders why he, out of all the people on the train, looked like the one to approach and bother. "Do you need help?" This gets him a breathy wheeze. The man's fingers dig into his elbow and Yongguk isn't too worried about himself (he's pretty sure he could take an asthmatic weirdo down, if it came to it, but he'd rather it didn't) but it is pretty strange. He catches sight of a nametag pinned to his shirt. Kim Himchan. Must be coming home from his job. "Himchan-ssi, are you alright? Can you, uh, use hand signs to tell me what you're saying?"
When he finally manages to drag in a breath, Himchan straightens and shoots Yongguk a dark look. "Charades?" he pants, and waves his hands around in the air mockingly. "Please."
Yongguk tries to be understanding, but his eyes narrow in irritation. "I was just trying to help," he says, and he takes a step away. "You were the one who grabbed me, you know."
"I'm sorry," Himchan sighs, pressing a hand to his chest like he's trying to physically slow his heartbeat down. "Today has just sucked for me." He pulls forlornly at his sweat-mussed hair. "I couldn't get off work until late and I'm supposed to be going to dinner at my parents' house - " He glances at his watch. " - right about now, god. And my phone is dead and the water in my building is supposed to be off tonight and - "
Yongguk holds out his phone in an attempt to stop the flow of words. Himchan is flustered, but Yongguk feels bad, and he supposes if he can help the guy out, that'll be his good deed for the day. Plus, this way, maybe he can get this stranger to quit babbling and practically sweating on him. "Call your parents," he says. "While I've got service."
"Oh," Himchan says, and he looks a bit surprised. He's handsome, Yongguk thinks idly. He probably knows it, too. "Oh, thank you!" He breaks into a smile, genuine and relieved. "You're very kind. I thought you would be. You have a kind face."
He leaves Yongguk to think this over as he calls and shares a quick conversation with his mother. He's polite and warm with her, begging her forgiveness, and it's clearly given. "Thank you," Himchan says again as he hands the phone back. "You really saved my ass."
"You're welcome," Yongguk nods. He pockets his phone and moves to pull his headphones on when Himchan stops him.
"Don't I get to know my savior's name?" Himchan asks.
Yongguk hesitates. Himchan seems harmless enough, if a bit of a pain in the ass, and - is he really batting his eyelashes at him? "Uh. Bang Yongguk."
"Yongguk," Himchan echoes. He nods. "Nice to meet you, Bang Yongguk. This is my stop, though."
"I hope your night goes better from here on out," Yongguk offers, and Himchan grins at him, pleased.
He slips out the door as it opens. "I know it will," he says.
Yongguk watches him go, more out of idle curiosity than anything, and as the doors slide shut and the train starts moving again, he sees Himchan approach the window. He mimes a phone with his hand and presses it to his ear, mouthing 'call me'.
Baffled, Yongguk blinks at him as the train pulls away, and then tugs out his phone. Sneaky, sneaky. There's now a Kim Himchan saved into his contacts and Yongguk snorts. Bold of him. Maybe it wasn't that he looked the most approachable, but that Himchan had most wanted to approach him.
He pulls on his headphones again and finds a seat. Only a few more stops until his own now. "Kim Himchan," he says to himself, and he shakes his head.
He's still quite a few stops from home when he stands to let a pregnant woman take his seat. It's only polite, after all. When he moves to stand near one of the doors, though, he feels someone wrap a hand around his elbow. Startled, he turns to see a guy around his age, red-faced and sweaty blond hair hanging in his eyes. Yongguk slides his headphones out but the man just pants and wheezes.
"Are you okay?" he asks, hesitantly. The guy clearly just ran for the train, and he wants something from Yongguk, but it's impossible to tell what, with how he gasps for breath. Distantly, Yongguk wonders why he, out of all the people on the train, looked like the one to approach and bother. "Do you need help?" This gets him a breathy wheeze. The man's fingers dig into his elbow and Yongguk isn't too worried about himself (he's pretty sure he could take an asthmatic weirdo down, if it came to it, but he'd rather it didn't) but it is pretty strange. He catches sight of a nametag pinned to his shirt. Kim Himchan. Must be coming home from his job. "Himchan-ssi, are you alright? Can you, uh, use hand signs to tell me what you're saying?"
When he finally manages to drag in a breath, Himchan straightens and shoots Yongguk a dark look. "Charades?" he pants, and waves his hands around in the air mockingly. "Please."
Yongguk tries to be understanding, but his eyes narrow in irritation. "I was just trying to help," he says, and he takes a step away. "You were the one who grabbed me, you know."
"I'm sorry," Himchan sighs, pressing a hand to his chest like he's trying to physically slow his heartbeat down. "Today has just sucked for me." He pulls forlornly at his sweat-mussed hair. "I couldn't get off work until late and I'm supposed to be going to dinner at my parents' house - " He glances at his watch. " - right about now, god. And my phone is dead and the water in my building is supposed to be off tonight and - "
Yongguk holds out his phone in an attempt to stop the flow of words. Himchan is flustered, but Yongguk feels bad, and he supposes if he can help the guy out, that'll be his good deed for the day. Plus, this way, maybe he can get this stranger to quit babbling and practically sweating on him. "Call your parents," he says. "While I've got service."
"Oh," Himchan says, and he looks a bit surprised. He's handsome, Yongguk thinks idly. He probably knows it, too. "Oh, thank you!" He breaks into a smile, genuine and relieved. "You're very kind. I thought you would be. You have a kind face."
He leaves Yongguk to think this over as he calls and shares a quick conversation with his mother. He's polite and warm with her, begging her forgiveness, and it's clearly given. "Thank you," Himchan says again as he hands the phone back. "You really saved my ass."
"You're welcome," Yongguk nods. He pockets his phone and moves to pull his headphones on when Himchan stops him.
"Don't I get to know my savior's name?" Himchan asks.
Yongguk hesitates. Himchan seems harmless enough, if a bit of a pain in the ass, and - is he really batting his eyelashes at him? "Uh. Bang Yongguk."
"Yongguk," Himchan echoes. He nods. "Nice to meet you, Bang Yongguk. This is my stop, though."
"I hope your night goes better from here on out," Yongguk offers, and Himchan grins at him, pleased.
He slips out the door as it opens. "I know it will," he says.
Yongguk watches him go, more out of idle curiosity than anything, and as the doors slide shut and the train starts moving again, he sees Himchan approach the window. He mimes a phone with his hand and presses it to his ear, mouthing 'call me'.
Baffled, Yongguk blinks at him as the train pulls away, and then tugs out his phone. Sneaky, sneaky. There's now a Kim Himchan saved into his contacts and Yongguk snorts. Bold of him. Maybe it wasn't that he looked the most approachable, but that Himchan had most wanted to approach him.
He pulls on his headphones again and finds a seat. Only a few more stops until his own now. "Kim Himchan," he says to himself, and he shakes his head.
kai/chen, pg, 900 words
originally posted here. prompt was 'ChenKai where Chen is helping out Kai with his vocal lessons'.
By the time Jongin gets out of vocal lessons for the night, it's dark out, and he's miserable. He got to watch the rest of them file out but for some reason, he just can't manage to perform to their trainer's standards. It's stupid, he thinks, it's not like he even has very many lines in the song, and it's an album track too. Can't they just do something to it with the computer and be done with it? He's the dancer, the face. He's been in the building so long today that he hasn't even seen daylight and he's so damn tired.
When he heads down to the lobby to wait for his car, he's startled to find Jongdae waiting for him. "You were in there a long time," he says, looking up from his phone. "Did you fall asleep?"
His smile is amiable enough but Jongin has just had enough from today. "Fuck off," Jongin growls, and he drags the brim of his snapback down over his eyes and stalks out to the van.
He sprawls across the back seat, hoping to dissuade Jongdae from sitting next to him, but Jongdae just gets around it by sticking his head through the head rests in the middle row. "She really let you have it today, huh?"
Jongin pulls his cap down over his face. "Why didn't you go back to the dorms with everyone else?" he mutters.
"I thought maybe you'd like some company," Jongdae says. "It's quiet in here at night, so I got some studying done." Lucky him. Jongin just wants to go home so he can shower and pass out and start all over again tomorrow.
When he grunts instead of replying, he sees fingers slide under the brim of his cap and flip it up. "If you need help," Jongdae says, "I can give you a hand." When Jongin looks up at him, he sees Jongdae's chin propped up on his arm, his eyes thoughtful. He must've showered after their morning dance practice, because his hair is unstyled, almost fluffy. Jongin can see the toll all of their training has been taking on him in his bad skin and the dark circles under his eyes.
"Really?" Jongin asks.
"Well, yeah," Jongdae shrugs. His easy smile eases the edges of Jongin's frayed nerves. "Didn't you help me with my dancing before debut? I'm just trying to return the favour."
Reluctantly, Jongin straightens up wearily, ignoring the way his body complains. "Thanks."
"No problem, kid," Jongdae says, and he flicks Jongin's hat off his head. He doesn't even complain when Jongdae stretches out an arm to ruffle his hair.
The part that Jongin didn't count on, with Jongdae helping him out, is that even after over a year of training with him, Jongdae's voice is still intimidatingly good. As the last note of Jongdae's demonstration fades away, Jongin's shoulders droop a little. "Now you," Jongdae says. Great.
He steps forward, holding the song lyrics in his hand. "Remember," Jongdae says, coming in close. He presses one hand to Jongin's back and gently pushes to get Jongin to straighten up and he does, despite the ache. "Nice and relaxed." His other hand presses against Jongin's diaphragm, just enough pressure to let Jongin know that it's there. He swallows hard. Oh boy.
He tries his lines again, but his voices shakes halfway through and he quits, scowling. "I can't - "
"Don't try to sound like me," Jongdae says dryly. His hand is still resting against the small of Jongin's back. "You can't."
"This is really helpful, hyung," Jongin tells him.
Jongdae laughs. "Listen!" He skirts around Jongin and squares his shoulders, looking up at him. "You can't sound like me." He shrugs. "I can't dance like you, either. That's okay."
"I don't know what you're - "
"Oh my god." Jongdae stretches up to slap a hand across his mouth. "Shut up. I'm talking." Jongin licks Jongdae's palm vindictively, but Jongdae just grins wickedly and keeps his hand there. "You don't know where that's been," he says cheerfully, and Jongin wilts, making a little noise of dismay.
"Alright," Jongdae says. "You can't sing like me. That's okay, because you're pretty. Let's just shoot for making you sing like you, except better."
Jongin looks pointedly down at Jongdae's hand until he pulls it away and wipes his hand off on his pants. "What does that mean?" he grumbles.
"It means practice," Jongdae says, and Jongin wilts a little further.
"Oh," he says. He's been working night and day on the choreo and he was really hoping that this wouldn't eat into what little sleep he was getting.
Jongdae prods him in the belly and startles him into straightening up. "Since when are you afraid of a little hard work?" he asks. Before Jongin can argue, Jongdae is tipping his head up and poking him in the chest again. "You can do it. I know it. It's just a couple of dumb lines, c'mon. Channel your inner One Direction."
"Who?" Jongin asks, but Jongdae waves him off.
"Straighten up. Let's do this again."
It takes him an hour, but when Jongin finally makes it through his lines in a satisfactory way, Jongdae steps behind him, hands squeezing his hips as he stretches up to press his lips to the back of Jongin's neck. "See?" he says quietly, and Jongin grins so wide he thinks his face might break.
When he heads down to the lobby to wait for his car, he's startled to find Jongdae waiting for him. "You were in there a long time," he says, looking up from his phone. "Did you fall asleep?"
His smile is amiable enough but Jongin has just had enough from today. "Fuck off," Jongin growls, and he drags the brim of his snapback down over his eyes and stalks out to the van.
He sprawls across the back seat, hoping to dissuade Jongdae from sitting next to him, but Jongdae just gets around it by sticking his head through the head rests in the middle row. "She really let you have it today, huh?"
Jongin pulls his cap down over his face. "Why didn't you go back to the dorms with everyone else?" he mutters.
"I thought maybe you'd like some company," Jongdae says. "It's quiet in here at night, so I got some studying done." Lucky him. Jongin just wants to go home so he can shower and pass out and start all over again tomorrow.
When he grunts instead of replying, he sees fingers slide under the brim of his cap and flip it up. "If you need help," Jongdae says, "I can give you a hand." When Jongin looks up at him, he sees Jongdae's chin propped up on his arm, his eyes thoughtful. He must've showered after their morning dance practice, because his hair is unstyled, almost fluffy. Jongin can see the toll all of their training has been taking on him in his bad skin and the dark circles under his eyes.
"Really?" Jongin asks.
"Well, yeah," Jongdae shrugs. His easy smile eases the edges of Jongin's frayed nerves. "Didn't you help me with my dancing before debut? I'm just trying to return the favour."
Reluctantly, Jongin straightens up wearily, ignoring the way his body complains. "Thanks."
"No problem, kid," Jongdae says, and he flicks Jongin's hat off his head. He doesn't even complain when Jongdae stretches out an arm to ruffle his hair.
The part that Jongin didn't count on, with Jongdae helping him out, is that even after over a year of training with him, Jongdae's voice is still intimidatingly good. As the last note of Jongdae's demonstration fades away, Jongin's shoulders droop a little. "Now you," Jongdae says. Great.
He steps forward, holding the song lyrics in his hand. "Remember," Jongdae says, coming in close. He presses one hand to Jongin's back and gently pushes to get Jongin to straighten up and he does, despite the ache. "Nice and relaxed." His other hand presses against Jongin's diaphragm, just enough pressure to let Jongin know that it's there. He swallows hard. Oh boy.
He tries his lines again, but his voices shakes halfway through and he quits, scowling. "I can't - "
"Don't try to sound like me," Jongdae says dryly. His hand is still resting against the small of Jongin's back. "You can't."
"This is really helpful, hyung," Jongin tells him.
Jongdae laughs. "Listen!" He skirts around Jongin and squares his shoulders, looking up at him. "You can't sound like me." He shrugs. "I can't dance like you, either. That's okay."
"I don't know what you're - "
"Oh my god." Jongdae stretches up to slap a hand across his mouth. "Shut up. I'm talking." Jongin licks Jongdae's palm vindictively, but Jongdae just grins wickedly and keeps his hand there. "You don't know where that's been," he says cheerfully, and Jongin wilts, making a little noise of dismay.
"Alright," Jongdae says. "You can't sing like me. That's okay, because you're pretty. Let's just shoot for making you sing like you, except better."
Jongin looks pointedly down at Jongdae's hand until he pulls it away and wipes his hand off on his pants. "What does that mean?" he grumbles.
"It means practice," Jongdae says, and Jongin wilts a little further.
"Oh," he says. He's been working night and day on the choreo and he was really hoping that this wouldn't eat into what little sleep he was getting.
Jongdae prods him in the belly and startles him into straightening up. "Since when are you afraid of a little hard work?" he asks. Before Jongin can argue, Jongdae is tipping his head up and poking him in the chest again. "You can do it. I know it. It's just a couple of dumb lines, c'mon. Channel your inner One Direction."
"Who?" Jongin asks, but Jongdae waves him off.
"Straighten up. Let's do this again."
It takes him an hour, but when Jongin finally makes it through his lines in a satisfactory way, Jongdae steps behind him, hands squeezing his hips as he stretches up to press his lips to the back of Jongin's neck. "See?" he says quietly, and Jongin grins so wide he thinks his face might break.
yongguk, pg, 230 words
originally posted here. prompt was 'every time yougguk is forced to aegyo, a piece of his soul dies'.
Really, Yongguk should know better than to laugh when Himchan gets forced to do aegyo, because he never knows what could be coming his way next. "Ah, let's see our leader do gwiyomi too!" the MC suggests, and Yongguk's eyes widen. He shakes his head desperately, waving a hand, but it's too late.
Daehyun and Youngjae are jostling each other and laughing at him. "Do it, do it, hyung," Daehyun urges. Yongguk wonders if the fans will be able to see just how wicked his grin is on the webcam the radio station has put up.
He looks around the table, but he's got no help coming to him. The kids are just grinning and Himchan has his hands folded in front of him, his eyebrows raised in expectation.
Yongguk's life sucks.
"Come on," Himchan coaxes. "Just once." He looks so pleased
"We'll sing it for you!" Youngjae suggests. The rest of Yongguk's group starts chanting his name over and over again and Yongguk wishes he could melt away into nothing. This is not what he signed up for when he decided to be an idol.
Finally, he bows his head and nods, and they all erupt into cheers. "Alright," he says begrudgingly, and he takes a deep breath.
As he raises his hands, he's fairly certain he feels something deep inside of him wither away and die. Himchan's grin broadens.
Daehyun and Youngjae are jostling each other and laughing at him. "Do it, do it, hyung," Daehyun urges. Yongguk wonders if the fans will be able to see just how wicked his grin is on the webcam the radio station has put up.
He looks around the table, but he's got no help coming to him. The kids are just grinning and Himchan has his hands folded in front of him, his eyebrows raised in expectation.
Yongguk's life sucks.
"Come on," Himchan coaxes. "Just once." He looks so pleased
"We'll sing it for you!" Youngjae suggests. The rest of Yongguk's group starts chanting his name over and over again and Yongguk wishes he could melt away into nothing. This is not what he signed up for when he decided to be an idol.
Finally, he bows his head and nods, and they all erupt into cheers. "Alright," he says begrudgingly, and he takes a deep breath.
As he raises his hands, he's fairly certain he feels something deep inside of him wither away and die. Himchan's grin broadens.
suho/chanyeol, pg, 500 words
originally posted here. prompt was 'DO THING WITH SUHO AND A KITTEN'.
"Wait," Joonmyun says suddenly, catching Chanyeol's elbow with his hand. "I thought I saw something." He squints out at the base of a nearby tree, frowning. He could've sworn he saw something move.
Chanyeol blinks down at him, and then peers in the direction that he's looking. "Where?" he asks.
Joonmyun points at the tree. "I thought - "
Before he can speak again, Chanyeol is already investigating it. He lets out a delighted yelp and waves Joonmyun over, and Joonmyun finds him hunched over a hollow in the roots of the tree. There's a kitten there, tiny and grey and shivering. Joonmyun's hand falls to Chanyeol's shoulder, and he digs his fingers into his thick sweater. "Poor thing," Joonmyun says.
Tongue between his teeth, Chanyeol reaches out and carefully cradles the kitten in his hands. It looks even tinier in his grip. "Oh, it's so cold," Chanyeol says, gently stroking it under its chin. His eyes are big and sad. The kitten mews, the smallest noise, but Joonmyun thinks it's a good sign.
"Can I?" he asks, and Chanyeol stands, passing the kitten over to Joonmyun with careful hands. He can feel the kitten's ribs under his fingertips. "Poor thing," Joonmyun says again. The days are getting warmer but they still can't be that warm to a little cat like this.
"Hyung," Chanyeol begins, and Joonmyun already knows where it's going. He rests his hands on Joonmyun's shoulders and raises his eyebrows hopefully. "Hyung, we can't leave it here."
That was something that had never crossed Joonmyun's mind. "I know," he says, and he brings the little kitten in close to his chest, trying to warm it up.
Chanyeol follows the motion, stepping in close until he's almost on top of Joonmyun, his hands sliding down Joonmyun's arms to his elbows. He towers over Joonmyun, his breath brushing across the top of his head. "Hyung," Chanyeol says again. "Can we keep it?" Joonmyun can feel the kitten shiver against his chest and Chanyeol's gaze on him feels heavy. "Please?" Chanyeol says.
"We have to get it checked out first," Joonmyun says, and Chanyeol whoops and presses his lips to Joonmyun's temple. He already lives with Chanyeol, after all, what's one more pet?
Joonmyun unzips his jacket and carefully tucks the kitten in next to his heart. He cradles it with a hand and feels it shift around until it's settled. "So much for our coffee date," Chanyeol says cheerfully, reaching for Joonmyun's free hand.
"I'll make it up to you," Joonmyun tells him and Chanyeol twists to frown at him.
"You already have, dummy," he says, and he wraps one long arm around Joonmyun's waist as they walk. "I love that you can't resist a stray."
The kitten meows from where it's hidden in the depths of Joonmyun's jacket, and it startles a laugh out of him. "How could I?" he asks, and Chanyeol squeezes him close until their hips bump together as they walk, his grin bright and sweet.
Chanyeol blinks down at him, and then peers in the direction that he's looking. "Where?" he asks.
Joonmyun points at the tree. "I thought - "
Before he can speak again, Chanyeol is already investigating it. He lets out a delighted yelp and waves Joonmyun over, and Joonmyun finds him hunched over a hollow in the roots of the tree. There's a kitten there, tiny and grey and shivering. Joonmyun's hand falls to Chanyeol's shoulder, and he digs his fingers into his thick sweater. "Poor thing," Joonmyun says.
Tongue between his teeth, Chanyeol reaches out and carefully cradles the kitten in his hands. It looks even tinier in his grip. "Oh, it's so cold," Chanyeol says, gently stroking it under its chin. His eyes are big and sad. The kitten mews, the smallest noise, but Joonmyun thinks it's a good sign.
"Can I?" he asks, and Chanyeol stands, passing the kitten over to Joonmyun with careful hands. He can feel the kitten's ribs under his fingertips. "Poor thing," Joonmyun says again. The days are getting warmer but they still can't be that warm to a little cat like this.
"Hyung," Chanyeol begins, and Joonmyun already knows where it's going. He rests his hands on Joonmyun's shoulders and raises his eyebrows hopefully. "Hyung, we can't leave it here."
That was something that had never crossed Joonmyun's mind. "I know," he says, and he brings the little kitten in close to his chest, trying to warm it up.
Chanyeol follows the motion, stepping in close until he's almost on top of Joonmyun, his hands sliding down Joonmyun's arms to his elbows. He towers over Joonmyun, his breath brushing across the top of his head. "Hyung," Chanyeol says again. "Can we keep it?" Joonmyun can feel the kitten shiver against his chest and Chanyeol's gaze on him feels heavy. "Please?" Chanyeol says.
"We have to get it checked out first," Joonmyun says, and Chanyeol whoops and presses his lips to Joonmyun's temple. He already lives with Chanyeol, after all, what's one more pet?
Joonmyun unzips his jacket and carefully tucks the kitten in next to his heart. He cradles it with a hand and feels it shift around until it's settled. "So much for our coffee date," Chanyeol says cheerfully, reaching for Joonmyun's free hand.
"I'll make it up to you," Joonmyun tells him and Chanyeol twists to frown at him.
"You already have, dummy," he says, and he wraps one long arm around Joonmyun's waist as they walk. "I love that you can't resist a stray."
The kitten meows from where it's hidden in the depths of Joonmyun's jacket, and it startles a laugh out of him. "How could I?" he asks, and Chanyeol squeezes him close until their hips bump together as they walk, his grin bright and sweet.
xiumin/kai, pg, 970 words
originally posted here. prompt was 'Kai/Xiumin Kai has a huge crush on his hyung^^'.
"The intern is in love with you," Lu Han says.
He looks delighted when he says it, fingers cupped around his mug. This morning, his silver hair is artfully touseled. It's not particularly professional but the last time Minseok had pointed that out, Lu Han had spent over a month not only kicking his ass on the Dongbu account, but also stealithily rearranging Minseok's office in tiny, immeasurably irritating ways. Minseok isn't sure where he gets all this free time, but he's fairly certain that the big moony eyes that Yifan in accounting gives Lu Han has something to do with it.
"Which one?" Minseok asks idly, scrolling through the morning's emails. They've got a couple of interns this year: Chanyeol, who's tall and amiable and has broken three of Minseok's coffee mugs in the last month; Sehun, who spends far more time figuring out how to avoid work than actually doing any, and Jongin.
Lu Han raises his mug to his mouth and makes a face at him. "Jongin," he says, followed by a little contemptuous noise in the back of his throat. "Who /else/? Sehun?"
"Well," Minseok begins, but of course Sehun ruins it. They watch through the glass wall of Minseok's office as Sehun moseys on in to work, and hour and a half late, his shirt rumpled, hangover shades firmly affixed to his face. "Okay. Maybe not Sehun."
"If he worked under anyone other than Joonmyun," Lu Han sighs, shaking his head. He raises his eyebrows mischeviously too, just in case Minseok hadn't gotten the innuendo.
He had, but Minseok knows better than to acknowledge it. It just encourages Lu Han. "Jongin's a nice kid," Minseok says. He is, too, shy and handsome and always incredibly determined to do a good job, which is a plus.
"Yes," Lu Han says patiently. "He wants to be nice to your dick."
Minseok rests his chin on his hand. "Don't you have something you should be doing?" He waves a pen. "Like, not here?"
He's sure that Lu Han is about to embark on another, longer and just as distracting tirade, when there's a tentative knock at the door. "Hi, hyung," Jongin says, smiling a little. His shirt is buttoned up right to his throat, and Minseok somehow finds it a little endearing. He raises one of the drinks in his hand. "I brought you coffee?"
Lu Han looks affronted. "Where's my coffee?" he asks testily as Jongin hands Minseok the drink. Minseok has to hold back the urge to snort when Jongin blinks at him blankly.
"Get your own intern," Minseok suggests. He takes a sip and raises his eyebrows at Jongin, who turns a little red. He knows Minseok's drink order now. Impressive. "Thanks, Jongin, this is perfect."
When Jongin smiles, it lights up his whole face. "No problem," he says, and his now-free hand opens and closes fitfully against his thigh.
"Perfect, Jongin, perfect," Lu Han croons, and this time Minseok full on throws the pen at him.
"Will you go already?" Minseok asks. "I need to get these numbers run by the end of the day."
Lu Han stands dramatically. "Fine," he sighs. "I'll take my bad office coffee and leave." He slides past Jongin at the doorway, but instead of actually going to his own office to get things done, Minseok watches him perch himself on Yixing's desk and bend to speak in his ear. Of course.
"And they're talking about making him partner, huh," Jongin jokes, and it startles Minseok into laughing. Jongin is a good intern, but he's not a talkative one. He's never tried to ingratiate himself with the higher ups, preferring to prove himself with his work instead. Minseok respects that.
"It's entirely possible that he sold his soul for the job," Minseok says thoughtfully. "It'd probably also explain why he never sleeps and sometimes smoke comes out of his nose when he's mad." Minseok drums his fingers against the paper cup and he hadn't realized how much he'd needed a real coffee this morning until Jongin had brought it to him.
Jongin hovers in the doorway, his bottom lip between his teeth as he makes tiny, aborted movements both towards the office and back out to the office, his ears red. "I guess, um. I'll go back to my desk?" he says, but Minseok gets the feeling that he wants anything but that. He hasn't seen anyone so endearingly shy and mumbly since high school. "Unless, like, you have something for me to do?"
"Wait," Minseok says, and Jongin freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. "Do you have lunch plans?" Jongin shakes his head immediately and vehemently. Minseok would be surprised if he doesn't get a headache from it. "Why don't we grab something?"
"Okay," Jongin says breathlessly, and if Minseok had thought his smile was bright before, it's blinding, now.
"Alright," Minseok says, grinning back at him. Jongin practically trips out of the room, nearly stumbling into Chanyeol as he passes. Cute kid, Minseok thinks. It'll be nice to have someone to eat lunch with other than Lu Han.
He settles down to finally get to chip away at the day's work, but makes the mistake of glancing up again at the office. At Yixing's desk, he and Lu Han are watching him, twin expressions of mirth on their faces. It's unsettling. It's also only a matter of time before the whole office knows about it, and as Minseok bends his head to focus on his project, he squares his shoulder and braces himself for the inevitable talk from Joonmyun about 'acceptable boundaries'. The hypocrite.
Sometimes, Minseok can't decide if he hates his coworkers. Then again, when Jongin walks by with a armful of folders and waves a little, shyly, Minseok figures that some of them aren't all that bad.
He looks delighted when he says it, fingers cupped around his mug. This morning, his silver hair is artfully touseled. It's not particularly professional but the last time Minseok had pointed that out, Lu Han had spent over a month not only kicking his ass on the Dongbu account, but also stealithily rearranging Minseok's office in tiny, immeasurably irritating ways. Minseok isn't sure where he gets all this free time, but he's fairly certain that the big moony eyes that Yifan in accounting gives Lu Han has something to do with it.
"Which one?" Minseok asks idly, scrolling through the morning's emails. They've got a couple of interns this year: Chanyeol, who's tall and amiable and has broken three of Minseok's coffee mugs in the last month; Sehun, who spends far more time figuring out how to avoid work than actually doing any, and Jongin.
Lu Han raises his mug to his mouth and makes a face at him. "Jongin," he says, followed by a little contemptuous noise in the back of his throat. "Who /else/? Sehun?"
"Well," Minseok begins, but of course Sehun ruins it. They watch through the glass wall of Minseok's office as Sehun moseys on in to work, and hour and a half late, his shirt rumpled, hangover shades firmly affixed to his face. "Okay. Maybe not Sehun."
"If he worked under anyone other than Joonmyun," Lu Han sighs, shaking his head. He raises his eyebrows mischeviously too, just in case Minseok hadn't gotten the innuendo.
He had, but Minseok knows better than to acknowledge it. It just encourages Lu Han. "Jongin's a nice kid," Minseok says. He is, too, shy and handsome and always incredibly determined to do a good job, which is a plus.
"Yes," Lu Han says patiently. "He wants to be nice to your dick."
Minseok rests his chin on his hand. "Don't you have something you should be doing?" He waves a pen. "Like, not here?"
He's sure that Lu Han is about to embark on another, longer and just as distracting tirade, when there's a tentative knock at the door. "Hi, hyung," Jongin says, smiling a little. His shirt is buttoned up right to his throat, and Minseok somehow finds it a little endearing. He raises one of the drinks in his hand. "I brought you coffee?"
Lu Han looks affronted. "Where's my coffee?" he asks testily as Jongin hands Minseok the drink. Minseok has to hold back the urge to snort when Jongin blinks at him blankly.
"Get your own intern," Minseok suggests. He takes a sip and raises his eyebrows at Jongin, who turns a little red. He knows Minseok's drink order now. Impressive. "Thanks, Jongin, this is perfect."
When Jongin smiles, it lights up his whole face. "No problem," he says, and his now-free hand opens and closes fitfully against his thigh.
"Perfect, Jongin, perfect," Lu Han croons, and this time Minseok full on throws the pen at him.
"Will you go already?" Minseok asks. "I need to get these numbers run by the end of the day."
Lu Han stands dramatically. "Fine," he sighs. "I'll take my bad office coffee and leave." He slides past Jongin at the doorway, but instead of actually going to his own office to get things done, Minseok watches him perch himself on Yixing's desk and bend to speak in his ear. Of course.
"And they're talking about making him partner, huh," Jongin jokes, and it startles Minseok into laughing. Jongin is a good intern, but he's not a talkative one. He's never tried to ingratiate himself with the higher ups, preferring to prove himself with his work instead. Minseok respects that.
"It's entirely possible that he sold his soul for the job," Minseok says thoughtfully. "It'd probably also explain why he never sleeps and sometimes smoke comes out of his nose when he's mad." Minseok drums his fingers against the paper cup and he hadn't realized how much he'd needed a real coffee this morning until Jongin had brought it to him.
Jongin hovers in the doorway, his bottom lip between his teeth as he makes tiny, aborted movements both towards the office and back out to the office, his ears red. "I guess, um. I'll go back to my desk?" he says, but Minseok gets the feeling that he wants anything but that. He hasn't seen anyone so endearingly shy and mumbly since high school. "Unless, like, you have something for me to do?"
"Wait," Minseok says, and Jongin freezes, eyes wide and hopeful. "Do you have lunch plans?" Jongin shakes his head immediately and vehemently. Minseok would be surprised if he doesn't get a headache from it. "Why don't we grab something?"
"Okay," Jongin says breathlessly, and if Minseok had thought his smile was bright before, it's blinding, now.
"Alright," Minseok says, grinning back at him. Jongin practically trips out of the room, nearly stumbling into Chanyeol as he passes. Cute kid, Minseok thinks. It'll be nice to have someone to eat lunch with other than Lu Han.
He settles down to finally get to chip away at the day's work, but makes the mistake of glancing up again at the office. At Yixing's desk, he and Lu Han are watching him, twin expressions of mirth on their faces. It's unsettling. It's also only a matter of time before the whole office knows about it, and as Minseok bends his head to focus on his project, he squares his shoulder and braces himself for the inevitable talk from Joonmyun about 'acceptable boundaries'. The hypocrite.
Sometimes, Minseok can't decide if he hates his coworkers. Then again, when Jongin walks by with a armful of folders and waves a little, shyly, Minseok figures that some of them aren't all that bad.
chanyeol/kai, pg, 510 words
originally posted here. prompt was 'kaiyeol in which jongin is struggling to finish his math homework and chanyeol teases him but end up helping~'.
Jongin is fairly certain that he's going to die here. He's been studying for hours, and he's still not done. The library is almost empty, because everyone else has better things to do than waste their Friday night on calculus. Jongin wishes he was other people. He mournfully doodles gravestones in the margins of his notebook and then lays his face down on the table. He's already tried all the traditional studying methods. Maybe osmosis?
Big hands settle on his shoulders and Jongin jerks upright with a startled yelp. It earns him a dirty look from the librarian and a broad grin from Chanyeol, who slides around him to settle into the chair next to him. "I thought we were gonna get dinner," Chanyeol says. "Did you fall asleep or something?"
"No," Jongin grumbles. The truth is way worse. "I'm just...still working." He can't believe that he still has a handful of problems to answer. It's like the homework that never ends.
Chanyeol laughs, loudly enough that it echoes in the empty library and makes Jongin duck his head in embarrassment. "Yeah, okay," he says. When Jongin doesn't immediately reply, Chanyeol sticks his face in close to his and squints at him. "Huh," he says.
Jongin throws his pen down on his notebook. "I'm good at writing," he says, because he is, it's just that, this stuff with numbers and equations has always just escaped him.
"It's not even that hard, though," Chanyeol says, and it just makes Jongin want to squirm down further in his chair. "Like, I did some of this stuff in high school." He flips through the pages of Jongin's textbook and laughs.
"Go eat," Jongin says, waving a hand. "Baekhyun will be mad if neither of us make it to his party tonight." He has to get this done tonight, because his whole weekend is booked. He hates being responsible, but if he has to suffer through another semester of this class because he failed it, he might leap off a cliff.
Chanyeol stretches out one long arm and ruffles Jongin's hair. "Don't be stupid," he says. "I'm not going without you." Jongin means to protest, but then Chanyeol rests his chin on his shoulder. "I'll help."
Jongin looks at him sideways. "You know calculus?"
"I'm the calculus king," Chanyeol declares, and Jongin snorts. "And if you get everything done, I'll reward you." He wiggles his eyebrows.
Jongin plants his hand on Chanyeol's chest and shoves him away. "Shut up," he says, turning red, and Chanyeol's grin stretches across his entire face.
He ignores Jongin's hand and leans in close again, nosing at the soft spot behind Jongin's ear, and Jongin wonders how he's ever going to get anything done like this. "I'm just saying," he says, and when he pulls away, Jongin follows him without thinking. "Alright." He pushes Jongin's pen into his hand again. "Five questions, then dinner, then we go fuck shit up at Baekhyun's. Deal?"
Chanyeol's hand rests against Jongin's knee, big and warm. "Alright," he says, and he smiles. "Deal."
Big hands settle on his shoulders and Jongin jerks upright with a startled yelp. It earns him a dirty look from the librarian and a broad grin from Chanyeol, who slides around him to settle into the chair next to him. "I thought we were gonna get dinner," Chanyeol says. "Did you fall asleep or something?"
"No," Jongin grumbles. The truth is way worse. "I'm just...still working." He can't believe that he still has a handful of problems to answer. It's like the homework that never ends.
Chanyeol laughs, loudly enough that it echoes in the empty library and makes Jongin duck his head in embarrassment. "Yeah, okay," he says. When Jongin doesn't immediately reply, Chanyeol sticks his face in close to his and squints at him. "Huh," he says.
Jongin throws his pen down on his notebook. "I'm good at writing," he says, because he is, it's just that, this stuff with numbers and equations has always just escaped him.
"It's not even that hard, though," Chanyeol says, and it just makes Jongin want to squirm down further in his chair. "Like, I did some of this stuff in high school." He flips through the pages of Jongin's textbook and laughs.
"Go eat," Jongin says, waving a hand. "Baekhyun will be mad if neither of us make it to his party tonight." He has to get this done tonight, because his whole weekend is booked. He hates being responsible, but if he has to suffer through another semester of this class because he failed it, he might leap off a cliff.
Chanyeol stretches out one long arm and ruffles Jongin's hair. "Don't be stupid," he says. "I'm not going without you." Jongin means to protest, but then Chanyeol rests his chin on his shoulder. "I'll help."
Jongin looks at him sideways. "You know calculus?"
"I'm the calculus king," Chanyeol declares, and Jongin snorts. "And if you get everything done, I'll reward you." He wiggles his eyebrows.
Jongin plants his hand on Chanyeol's chest and shoves him away. "Shut up," he says, turning red, and Chanyeol's grin stretches across his entire face.
He ignores Jongin's hand and leans in close again, nosing at the soft spot behind Jongin's ear, and Jongin wonders how he's ever going to get anything done like this. "I'm just saying," he says, and when he pulls away, Jongin follows him without thinking. "Alright." He pushes Jongin's pen into his hand again. "Five questions, then dinner, then we go fuck shit up at Baekhyun's. Deal?"
Chanyeol's hand rests against Jongin's knee, big and warm. "Alright," he says, and he smiles. "Deal."
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you should write MOAR of them okay, OKAY. /pokes and run
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