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chens — Wed, 07 Aug 2013 09:51:09 GMT

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Afterlife (oneshot)

chens — Sat, 20 Jul 2013 04:39:15 GMT

Title: Afterlife
Pairing: Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Baekhyun
Rating: R
Length: 5,434 words
Summary: Life after death is the same as life on Earth, only a bit worse.
Warnings:(Contains themes of suicide but essentially it's a happy fic. Happy suicide fic yep. Loosely based on the movie Wristcutters, everyone should watch it.)
A/N: Written for runandgun's summer challenge!

Jongin is tired.

He comes home from work at 11pm and crashes onto his worn out black leather couch right away, flipping through channels absentmindedly till he realizes there’s really nothing interesting showing at this time of night. Ten minutes pass by and still, nothing.

He sighs, turns off the television and walks into his small kitchenette for a butcher knife. Once he finds a clean one he heads to the bathroom, filling the tub with lukewarm water before settling himself in, sopping wet clothes sticking to his skin.

He closes his eyes when he presses the tip of the blade to his wrist.

He’s just tired.

“So how do you think he died?”

“Huh?”

“That guy sitting all the way at the end of the bar.” Baekhyun snickers as he brings the rim of the beer glass to his lips. Jongin shrugs lethargically, “Wanna bet on it?” Clearly he’s had too many drinks for the night. Yifan silently sets a crisp bill on the table.

“A hundred it is,” Jongin says, kicking his chair back from the table, “which one of you bitches wants to go first?” He easily dodges Baekhyun’s light slap to his arm.

“Probably hung himself,” Yifan says casually, as if he’s merely talking about the weather. He takes another sip of his whiskey and winces from the obvious burn as he swallows. They’re all quiet for a few moments until Baekhyun clears his throat when he realizes Jongin wasn’t going to speak yet, “Nah, I’d say he overdosed on meds. Look how swollen he is!”

“Wrong and wrong,” Jongin laughs lightly and stands up, “there’s a mark on his wrist. It’s obvious he slit it.” Immediately after, Jongin picks up the bill and waves it in front of their faces, suppressing his grin when their expressions change from confusion to annoyance simultaneously, “I win.”

“Fuck you,” Jongin bursts out laughing this time because it’s not every day Yifan loses his cool completely. That and he finds it comical that Baekhyun and Yifan are upset at all, considering Jongin didn’t even cheat his way into winning; all’s fair, they’re just sore losers.

“Where are you going?” Baekhyun calls out when Jongin suddenly stands and walks over to the male they just betted on moments ago. He buries his hands in his coat pocket, exhales quietly, and gets straight to the point.

“So, how’d you do it?” He raises his eyebrows when he notices the young man sitting down was twiddling with his thumbs and hadn’t even touched his drink once. He looks up, eyes widening slightly. His skin’s colorless and his eyes are diluted and bloodshot red. Damn, Jongin thinks, this guy looks like he’s in bad shape.

Then again, so does everyone else that ends up in this place.

“Excuse me?” The young man asks as he stares incredulously at Jongin.

“Jongin, you can’t just ask him that!” Baekhyun yells out. Jongin didn’t even notice the two were following closely behind him the whole time. He ignores the other male’s outburst and instead folds his arms across his chest, waiting for an answer.

“How did I do what?”

“You know, kill yourself.” Jongin rolls his eyes.

The stranger scoffs, “I’m not supposed to be here, this was an accident.”

Yifan and Baekhyun are silent, occasionally exchanging glances to each other, and Jongin stares at the young man long and hard before chuckling in a lighthearted manner. “Impossible. Nothing is ever accidental if you end up in this place.”

“I’m telling you it was!” The young man raises his voice, and Jongin notices him clenching his fists tightly near his sides. Cute.

“Whatever you say. Either way, you’re still stuck here.” Jongin turns to leave, then stops before he can take a second step because the stranger’s suddenly clutching his arm. He tries to shrug him off, but no avail, he has an awfully tight grip for someone so frail looking.

“Please, I need to speak to the people in charge about this. Can you help me?”

Jongin snorts. “Look, I really don’t know who the fuck’s in charge of this place,” he exhales when he looks into the young man’s eyes, because something tells him he’s being completely earnest and is determined no matter what he says either way, “but I guess I can lend a helping hand.” Jongin doesn’t even remember being this nice while he was still alive.

“Name’s Jongin.”

He extends his arm and the stranger accepts. Both their hands are cold and clammy and the young bites back the need to wince, “Kyungsoo. Thank you so much.”

“Make yourself at home,” Jongin tells Kyungsoo as he props two pillows on the twin bed beside his. There’s tea brewing and cheap ramen noodle packs cooking in the kitchen; that’s all he’s ever had really, but Kyungsoo’s just going to have to get used to it.

Kyungsoo doesn’t say anything for a long time; he only quietly observes everything around him and chews on his bottom lip, trying to find the right words to say. Jongin notices his internal struggle.

“Things are pretty much the same here too huh?”

Kyungsoo breaks away from his thoughts, “Yeah, but just a little bit worse.”

Baekhyun and Yifan are bickering in the room next to theirs—something about Yifan eating the last bit of Baekhyun’s beef jerky—but Jongin predicts that a heavy make out session will ensue within the next two minutes, as usual.

“So...” Man, Jongin thinks, Kyungsoo really doesn’t talk much does he, “how’d you die then?”

They’re both a couple feet away from each other on their own beds, lying on their backs and staring up at the ceiling fan after finishing their meal for the night. Things are too quiet around here. Everything is dingy and gray, and Kyungsoo doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to take this. He just wants to go home.

“I accidentally overdosed on my medication,” Kyungsoo whispers, turning over on his side to face Jongin, “and all I remembered was blacking out. Then somehow I ended up here.”

Jongin nods and closes his eyes. He decides not to press on any further.

“You guys must really love drinking.,” Kyungsoo states, as he silently counts all the empty bottles on their table. There are ten of them, and Kyungsoo’s only had one beer.

“I know that’s not what you really wanted to say,” Jongin coughs after drinking a little too fast, “you can ask us if you want to, it’s only fair.” Baekhyun and Yifan nod in agreement, but still, Kyungsoo hesitates for a few moments.

Finally, he asks, “how’d you, you know, do it?”

Baekhyun sets his glass down, clearing his throat because the burn from the alcohol’s still lingering there, “I used to be in a band but, one day while we were performing at a small concert I just poured my beer down onto my electric guitar.” He merely shrugs, but Kyungsoo looks absolutely mortified, and everyone else almost laughs because his reactions are so real, so raw. Something they haven’t seen here in a while.

“Hanged myself,” Yifan says, pulling down on his collar to show a deep purple bruise. Kyungsoo hisses at the sight but remains quiet and listens to all three of them.

“Slit my wrist in the shower.” Jongin says before yelling at the bartender for another refill. He’s never really one to elaborate on his death, not even to Baekhyun or Yifan. He just, doesn’t want to remember any of it, although this place will always serve as a reminder for him about what he’s done and the consequences of it.

“Why though?” Kyungsoo asks, his voice quivering in hopes that none of them are offended, and thankfully, none of them are, but instead, they all shrug at the same time.

“We had enough. That’s it.” Yifan says.

“But what about your parents―”

“Look here.” Kyungsoo realizes he’s finally struck a nerve in Baekhyun and now he’s suddenly regretting ever opening his mouth in the first place. He should know by now that some of the things he says can be a little, well, harsh although he really doesn’t mean it to come off that way.

“We’ve been selfless people our entire lives by taking everyone’s shit and not doing anything about it for years. So don’t you dare insinuate that we’re suddenly now selfish in our actions because we chose to leave everything behind that’s ever hurt us.”

Yifan reaches up to squeeze Baekhyun’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down, and it works. Jongin on the other hand runs his index finger along the rim of his glass, clearly thinking about something but choosing to keep silent, something Kyungsoo should’ve done since the beginning. He lowers his head and it’s quiet for the rest of the night.

“We’re going on a trip,” Yifan tells everyone when they return to the apartment after a long night out at the bar, “so get ready and we’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

“Where to?” No way Kyungsoo was going to tag along without knowing exactly where they were all heading to. Jongin and Baekhyun already seem to know the answer since they’re not wondering the same thing as him aloud.

“Gonna see an old friend of mine, that’s all,” Yifan mutters and retreats to his room, followed by Baekhyun. Jongin reappears from the bathroom, undoing a couple buttons of his white dress shirt, which shows a bit of his chest. Kyungsoo can’t tell if he’s doing this on purpose or if he’s just too drunk, as usual. He shifts his gaze from the floor to Jongin’s exposed left nipple, feeling a blush creep up his face as the other leans against the wall, hands buried in his pockets.

He really should stop being so painfully obvious.

“Um,” Kyungsoo starts, stumbling a bit on his words when Jongin chuckles then casually saunters towards him, “I thought you said you were going to help me with―”

“I know," Jongin interrupts, and Kyungsoo doesn’t appreciate it one bit.

“You know,” Kyungsoo states. Jongin nods slowly, his eyebrows knitting together, and the other senses he’s apprehensive about something. It makes Kyungsoo’s stomach churn.

“I didn’t forget,” Jongin says, and Kyungsoo thinks he’s foolish for believing him a second time, “I’m just as confused as you are, but I’m still trying to find a way to get you back, I promise.” Their eyes meet for a few seconds, and that’s enough for Kyungsoo to take his word for it.

Just as Kyungsoo swipes his sunglasses with the hem of his shirt, he accidentally drops them, and when he looks down to retrieve it, he blinks a few times, watching as dark, gray swirls slowly engulf it till it disappears.

“W-What’s that?!” Kyungsoo almost shouts, bringing his knees up so his feet aren't touching the floor of the car. This place is really too fucking weird for him to handle, and he hasn’t even been here for more than a week.

“Ah, the black hole,” Baekhyun says, eyes still closed as he drifts in and out of consciousness, “just make sure you don’t drop anything or else it’s gone forever, though I’m pretty sure you know that now.” His breathing is more regulated once he leans against Yifan’s shoulder and stops fighting against sleep.

“Where do they end up?” Kyungsoo presses, but Yifan doesn’t know much more about it than he does. Soon, Yifan’s sleeping as well, his head resting atop Baekhyun’s and it’s only Jongin and Kyungsoo that are awake.

“Let’s play a game,” Jongin suggests, eyes still on the road in front of him, “how about I Spy?” He takes a sip of his raspberry lemonade sitting in the cupholder, and Kyungsoo’s thankful it’s not another bottle of whiskey. Jongin curses aloud when he accidentally drops the bottle in front of him.

“Damn car,” he mutters as his drink disappears.

“Really though? I Spy is such a child’s game.”

Jongin sighs, “Look I just don’t wanna fall asleep on the wheel okay?” Kyungsoo grunts to himself, searching around the car for an object to guess on. He figures the ballpoint pen resting in the opened glove compartment should work.

“I spy, something small and pink.” Jongin snorts aloud, and the other’s cheeks begin to redden.

“I was gonna say my dick but,” Jongin clears his throat, “I’m not exactly small you see.”

“Well I can’t see anyway," Kyungsoo mutters. Jongin laughs even harder and Kyungsoo thinks he needs to shut up right about now.

“Want me to show you then?” If Kyungsoo can reach over to the front seat and hit Jongin where it hurts he would, really. But that would mean a fight might ensue, which he isn’t up for right now.

“You know what? Once this game is over, I’m going to sleep.” Jongin continues to laugh until Kyungsoo’ fast asleep on the car window, his breath fogging the pristine glass.

Jongin can’t even remember the last time he’s ever laughed like this.

“I think they’re fighting again,” Kyungsoo says, pointing as Baekhyun’s practically screaming his head off while poking his index finger against Yifan’s chest repeatedly. The elder’s growing equally frustrated but chooses to run his hand through his hair in exasperation instead.

“Yeah, well, happens all the time,” Jongin lights another cigarette, “Yifan’s a patient one though, that’s for sure.” Kyungsoo shifts uncomfortably, staring at the bickering couple. Jongin snorts, shaking his head as he takes the other’s hand in his. Kyungsoo yelps, trying to release Jongin’s grip by twisting and turning his arm but the other doesn’t seem to be affected in the slightest.

“Quit acting like a virgin and let’s get out of here.” Jongin leads them both outside the hotel room, and Kyungsoo’s both embarrassed and flustered because of Jongin’s insult and the fact that they’re still holding hands even when they’re out the door.

“Where to now?” Kyungsoo asks, pulling away once Jongin loosens his grip. The other’s thinking for a long while, and Kyungsoo’s not really surprised when he says, “There’s a bar not too far from here, we could get a couple drinks.”

If Kyungsoo wanted to babysit a drunken Jongin, then of course he would’ve agreed. For the past five days, it had been a routine for all of them; they would go to the bar for a few drinks, order more when three bottles wasn’t enough, and while Yifan and Baekhyun would argue about who even knows what on their way to the car, Kyungsoo would struggle to hold up Jongin, who would barely be able to walk once the night was over.

Kyungsoo hates this place, hates it so much. Everything’s dark, maybe a little gray sometimes, and no one ever fucking smiles here. Even more frightening however, is that everyone looks exactly the same from when they died. If someone blew their brains out with a gun, that’s how they appear to be here. There’s really no way Kyungsoo can get used to this, and it’s not like he should, considering he’s not like everyone that resides here; the way he thinks and the way they think are too different.

Unlike Jongin, Yifan, and Baekhyun, he still wanted to live while he was still breathing on Earth. He needs to go home.

“How about we drive for a bit?”

Jongin pulls out his car keys from his pockets. “Sure, anywhere specific you want to go?” Kyungsoo contemplates long and hard, however he still doesn’t really know the area well besides the small bar that stands a few minutes from Jongin’s apartment but well, they’re 7 hours away from that now.

“Just, anywhere’s fine.”

“If that’s what you want.” Jongin shrugs, and now they’re on the highway again. There are barely any cars on the road. Maybe once in awhile they’d spot one, but Jongin ends up passing all of them from how fast he’s driving. For about twenty minutes into the drive, no one’s saying anything, there’s no awkward coughing or shifting going around, nothing.

“Honestly, I regret it so much,” Jongin scratches the top of his head sheepishly, eyes still remaining on the road in front of him, “killing myself I mean, I wish I didn’t do it. At the time, doing it felt so right though.”

Kyungsoo turns to look at him, and Jongin’s biting incessantly on his bottom lip as he talks, and when he isn't, they're quivering slightly. He does the obvious and slowly reaches over to his hand on the other’s knees, and when Jongin didn’t react to the touch by pulling away, he squeezes lightly in a comforting gesture.

Jongin sighs, and Kyungsoo takes it as a good sign.

“Everyone says the same thing when people die. They’re in a better place, so we shouldn’t worry about them. Maybe this only applies to people who have a natural death or haven’t been killed by their own hands. As for us, this place only serves as a punishment, by being exactly like Earth, just a little bit worse.”

“You want to go home too.” Kyungsoo finally looks up to Jongin and the other’s nodding firmly. For once, Jongin seems so sure about this. Truthfully, this makes Kyungsoo happy for different reasons, one being someone shares the same thoughts as him, and two, without even trying, Jongin seems to have no problems opening up to him. Kyungsoo didn’t think he would be able to connect to anyone here, but thankfully he’s never been more wrong.

Once they find out who the, “People In Charge” are, Kyungsoo won’t forget to beg them to let Jongin come back with him. He doesn’t belong here either.

“Yeah, I really do.”

Jongin doesn’t think he could ever tell this to Baekhyun or Yifan, and it breaks his heart that he’ll never be able to, that they’ll never understand how he really feels about being here. He really does love them as brothers, however some things are best kept as secrets.

And somehow, he trusts Kyungsoo not to tell the news to them. He might be naive at times, but there’s no way he would let anyone else around here know about this. He likes that there’s someone he can rely on now after being here for the past year.

For the first time, Jongin’s smile reaches his eyes.

“We’re back!” Jongin calls out and sets two bags of food on the coffee table. Baekhyun and Yifan are out of the bathroom at the same time, their towels hanging loosely around their waists and Kyungsoo’s surprised they got over their earlier fight so quickly.

“Baekhyun, we got you some ribs and there’s a burger with ketchup, lettuce, pickles, and no tomatoes in one of those bags for you Yifan.”

“Thanks man,” Yifan says earnestly, removing his food from the aluminum foil and taking a large bite. Jongin nods as he and Kyungsoo pick out their own subs and head to the second room, shutting the door and leaving the other two in the living room.

They eat without talking; it’s impossible anyway when they’re both practically inhaling their sandwiches after having nothing to eat all day. Since their little talk in the car, neither of them said anything else till it was time for them to order some food at a small food cart. Perhaps it was better off that way.

“Not sure if Yifan told you yet but, we’re going to see his friend tomorrow morning.” Jongin frowns when his head sinks into one of the hotel pillows. They always feel somewhat like clouds, he hates it. Kyungsoo misses when he throws his foil in the trash bin in front of him.

“He didn’t, but thanks for letting me know. Have any idea who he is?”

“Not really, but I think his name’s Luhan.”

“Ah, got it.” Kyungsoo lies down as well, picking his fingernails in boredom when both of them stop talking. There seems to be a growing pattern, sometimes they can go on for hours without talking and then afterwards there’s an awkward silence and although they want to say something, they choose not to, and it’s frustrating for them to deal with, really.

“You’ve never heard Baekhyun perform, right?” Jongin asks and Kyungsoo’s face suddenly lights up. He’d thought the other was fast asleep.

“No, but I bet he’s really good.”

“He is. And speaking of bets, I think I should probably give Yifan back his money.” Jongin mutters the last sentence and snickers with his hand over his mouth when Kyungsoo watches his him looking perplexed as ever.

“What was that?” Kyungsoo tries his luck and asks anyway; though he has a feeling Jongin wants to keep this one to himself.

“Nothing, nothing at all.”

It turns quiet again and Kyungsoo frowns. He figures Jongin’s probably fast asleep at this point in time until he hears the other sighing softly, shifting positions to find a comfortable spot. Kyungsoo thinks it’s kind of cute.

“Can you, do me a little favor?” Jongin asks timidly, and it’s weird to Kyungsoo because, well, from what he knows so far about him, he’s anything but timid or shy.

“What is it?” Kyungsoo breathes out. Jongin takes a while to answer and it makes the other nervous as well.

“Can you, um, sleep next to me? I mean, if you don’t want to that’s fine too," Jongin quickly adds, and Kyungsoo wants to cackle loudly because it’s awfully strange seeing and him act sheepishly.

“No no, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all.” Kyungsoo doesn’t bother bringing over his pillows or sheets when he moves over next to Jongin on his bed; he decides they can both share without asking. Both of them feel their cheeks burning when Kyungsoo’s daring enough and leans over to wrap his arm around Jongin’s bare torso. He doesn’t pull away and Kyungsoo presses on and massages his fingertips into Jongin’s skin, smiling when the other exhales shakily.

“You okay?” Kyungsoo is surprised he can even talk when his heart’s practically beating out of his chest.

“Yeah, just fine. Thank you.” Jongin forces out a cough and rests his hand atop Kyungsoo’s. Within five minutes, they’re both fast asleep.

“Baekhyun, can we talk for a minute? Please?” Kyungsoo whispers carefully so he doesn’t wake up Yifan since he’s pressed up to Baekhyun and snoring lightly. Baekhyun squints up at Kyungsoo, then looks at the alarm clock beside their bed, “Kyungsoo, it’s three in the morning.”

“I know but―”

“Kyungsoo, it’s three in the morning,” Baekhyun repeats and Kyungsoo sighs heavily.

“Never mind, go back to sleep.” Kyungsoo turns until Baekhyun’s grasping his arm. “Too late, I’m up, and this better be important.” Kyungsoo hopes it’s important too.

“Okay so.” Kyungsoo starts when they’re both standing outside their hotel room. Baekhyun’s still looking groggy from sleep and he feels slightly bad for waking him up. Just slightly.

“Right, um, well I think I might have a tiny crush on Jongin.” Well that didn’t exactly come out that way he wanted it to. Baekhyun scoffs, “Seriously, this is what you wanted to tell me? And I’m sorry to break it to you but there’s a pretty big chance Jongin doesn’t like you back, I mean, he’s not really fond of anyone besides Yifan and I.”

Well, he’s harsh and to the point.

“I’m not so sure about that, I mean he did ask me to sleep with him last night and I just don’t know anymore.” Of course Baekhyun’s wide awake after hearing this.

“Wait you mean, you both fucked? Oh my god.”

“No! I mean, we literally just slept next to each other. That’s it.” Baekhyun’s back to his original state again, and Kyungsoo can’t help but stare incredulously at him. He never knew he was one to engage in gossip.

“Still though, wow. He hates it when anyone goes near him. You must be a real special one.” Kyungsoo laughs nervously, scratching the top of his head, because he doesn’t remember ever being considered as special to anyone, ever.

“You think so?” Kyungsoo needs some kind of affirmation, though he should really be talking about this with Jongin instead.

“Yeah, I think he really likes you too. You’re in luck.” Baekhyun pats his back and smiles.

“This is my friend I was telling you guys about.” Yifan says after pulling away from a brief hug. Kyungsoo almost gasped aloud when he sees the young man’s face; from the side he appears to be beautiful but, there’s a hole in the middle of his forehead. No one else says anything and he’s glad he had the willpower to hold himself back.

“Hi, name’s Luhan. Nice to meet you all.” After getting over their stiff introductions they’re sitting on a long couch opposite him and Jongin and Kyungsoo look around the home; it’s pretty small but seems comfortable and at least the paint color around the house’s not dark like everything else, Kyungsoo thinks.

“So, how long have you been living here?” It’s pretty difficult for Kyungsoo to meet his eyes so he quickly glances at him before setting his eyes at his feet again. He almost jumps when Jongin presses his fingers into his back, and when he turns to look at him, he’s staring at him solemnly and shaking his head slightly. Kyungsoo gulps.

“Almost five years,” Luhan says in a hushed tone and gazes up momentarily to smile, “it’s been awhile since I left that place.”

“Ah, I see. Do you like it here?”

Luhan presses his lips together, “I’m not really sure yet.” No one’s saying anything until Yifan stands up and heads out to the kitchen next door, “Feeling kind of hungry you got anything to eat?”

“Some fried chicken and fried rice leftover from yesterday but other than that, not much.” Luhan looks apologetic.

“Anyway,” he turns to look at the three sitting upright on the couch, hands resting on their own knees, “Yifan and I talked on the phone a few days ago, something about there being a mistake?” Baekhyun and Jongin turn to look at Kyungsoo.

“Yes, that’s me. There’s been a mistake and I’ve been sent here even though I didn’t,” Kyungsoo pauses to look at Jongin and the other reaches over to hold his hand, and now he’s feeling less anxious than before, “kill myself.”

“So you want to go home, is that what you’re saying?” Luhan presses on further, and Kyungsoo nods, squeezing Jongin’s hand.

“Okay. Get ready then, I’m going to take you back.” All three of them are left with their mouths wide open and unable to speak. So, this was why Yifan wanted to meet with his old friend so badly, he’s one of the People in Charge. Or the Person in Charge, whichever it is. He’ll need to thank Yifan later for this huge favor.

“Really, you can?!” Kyungsoo turns around and sees Jongin with a huge smile, “Jongin, I get to go home!” He pounces on the younger man, his tight grip on his neck almost suffocating him, he’s sure of it. Jongin laughs, his own arms closing in around Kyungsoo’s waist, “I know, I’m so happy for you.”

Kyungsoo misses the sadness in his voice when he says this, or doesn’t think for a moment that he really meant I know, but I’ll miss you.

He takes about ten minutes to say his goodbyes to everyone, taking half of that time to hug Jongin. He’s so close to living again but, this would mean they wouldn’t be able to go together. Kyungsoo begged and begged Luhan and even went down on his knees crying for Jongin to come with him until the younger hauls him up on his feet, telling him it’s okay, even though they both know it’s not, and they probably won’t see each other again after this.

“I’m really sorry,” Kyungsoo whispers against Jongin’s neck and the latter smiles, rubbing small circles over his back, “that I can’t take you with me, I really am.”

“Don’t worry about me.” Jongin says and he pulls away for a bit, leaning down to press his lips against Kyungsoo’s.

Kyungsoo presses back into him right away, his vision blurry because he can’t imagine leaving Jongin alone here. He needs Jongin, and he knows the other feels the same way about him. When Jongin tries to pull away, Kyungsoo whines and scratches at his back, his cheeks wet with fallen tears. He wants to punch Jongin when he laughs in his mouth.

Kyungsoo reluctantly pulls away first, turning to face Luhan and nods solemnly, uncaring to wipe away at his face, “I think I’m ready to leave.” Luhan nods, gesturing him to lie down on one of the beds in his guest room. Kyungsoo looks up at everyone and smiles, but for once his smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I love you,” Jongin mouths to him and at that moment, Kyungsoo regrets leaving.

It’s been a month since Kyungsoo went back to earth. Jongin doesn’t really talk much after, not even to Baekhyun or Yifan and neither of them have ever brought up his name since then. He stopped smiling as well, but then again he’s never smiled once before he met Kyungsoo. He went back to his old habits, not caring, not smiling, and not engaging in conversations.

Baekhyun had his problems with Kyungsoo when they first met, but he couldn’t deny he didn’t miss him either. Things were a lot quieter around the apartment, of course when Yifan and Baekhyun weren’t trying to tear each other apart with the harsh insults. Even once while Jongin was away from them, Yifan muttered that things just, simply weren’t the same without him.

Jongin’s chugging down drinks at the bar, and this time the pair with him only order a couple drinks each.

After his fifth bottle, Jongin breaks down completely, and Baekhyun and Yifan aren’t really sure how they should go about trying to comfort him, or if they should at all. He shoves the bottles in front of him away, muffled sobs leaving his lips when he presses his face into his hands. He doesn’t remember ever crying like this, crying so much that he feels like throwing up, and literally no one at the moment can say or do anything to get rid of this feeling of loneliness.

“I, I,” Jongin forces out before throwing a coughing fit and now he’s close to choking.

“Just, let it all out. Don’t speak.” Yifan says and Jongin cries for another good two hours.

Jongin did not for a second think he’d see Kyungsoo standing right in front of him when he opened his apartment door. There was lot of screaming involved, too much hugging, kisses, and tears from both of them. Baekhyun and Yifan didn’t say anything and didn’t push themselves in either, because they figured they both need some time alone.

“You’re an idiot for coming back.” Jongin says before kissing him long and hard, and Kyungsoo reciprocated with an equal passion, perhaps even more. “I couldn’t,” Kyungsoo murmurs against his lips, “I couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.”

After calming down and pulling away, Baekhyun finally asks him how he came back.

“I overdosed, and this time it was on purpose,” Kyungsoo said with his eyes shut and Jongin interlocks their fingers together, “I was so scared but I wanted this so bad.” He stops talking and cries again against Jongin’s shoulder.

They all agreed not to bring it up again until he does first.

“You know, the minute I saw you, I knew I made the right decision.” Kyungsoo says, interlocking their fingers together. Jongin smiles and presses a kiss on the top of the other’s forehead.

“Yeah?” He asks smugly and Kyungsoo laughs.

“Yeah, and Baekhyun told me about your crying fits. I see you missed me too.”

“I’ll kill him.” Jongin mumbles, his cheeks flushed because Kyungsoo was never supposed to know about this, they all agreed on it.

“You won’t get that far with Yifan next to him all the time.” Kyungsoo flicks his forehead playfully, snorting when Jongin starts grumbling to himself again. There are no more awkward silences between the two and Kyungsoo’s thankful. In a sense, they needed some time away from each other to sort out their feelings and rethink everything that’s ever happened between the two. A lot can happen in just one month.

“Oh and, I love you too.” Kyungsoo leans over to kiss him again.

Neither of them has ever felt so alive.

so funny thing, I wrote this super late for my recipient and it ended up being super choppy
and just, downright awful but nonetheless i had to get this sent in before the deadline haha.
i wanted to edit a few parts in it but i think i'll just leave it the way it is ;~~~;

Fic Request Post

chens — Wed, 27 Feb 2013 00:24:42 GMT

So because it's been quite a while since I last wrote something and I'm getting a bit rusty at writing in general, I'm putting up a fic request post. To put it short, I'm not a picky person at all, I write pretty much all EXO pairings and most genres, however the only ones I will not write are mpreg, bestiality, and noncon ~~though dubcon is acceptable.~~ So if you have a prompt and pairing you would like me to try out, by all means leave a comment below with your pairing and prompt in mind and I'll try to fill all your requests as quickly as possible. If not well then, don't leave a comment? lol. You can use the form below as sort of a guide for everyone:

Pros and Cons of Being Tumblr Famous Part 1/2 (oneshot)

chens — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 06:24:50 GMT

Pros and Cons of Being Tumblr Famous; kris/lay, sehun/luhan and kai/kyungsoo if you really squint lol; pg-13
Yixing finally becomes Tumblr famous after becoming Kris's boyfriend but there are some pros and cons involved.
It would help a lot if you read this first. Beware it's unbeta'd and there are tons of embarrassing mistakes

Pros and Cons of Being Tumblr Famous;

toosexyformashirt replied to your post: your a loser
| someone sounds pressed lol

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| i'll tear you apart anon yixing is perfect okay??

fyeahfoodpr0n replied to your post: your a loser
| dear fucker it's "you're" not "your". oh and you spelled first wrong

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| what the fuck anon yixing is not pathetic and i love him so how about you back off

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| gosh anon why are you so mean why can't we all just get along? ;____;

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-23 13:16

Your a loser and your fucking pathetic. how can someone like you
ever get kris in the furst place? leave kris alone or drop dead.

Anonymous

well my day is officially ruined :((( i know i'm a disgusting person but you don't have to
keep reminding me and making me feel even more shitty about it. why can't you all just
leave me alone? ;;;;________;;;;

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        | wait r u srs??

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        | don't do it yixing!

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        | oh god so many grammar mistakes you need jesus in your life

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        | shut the fuck up anon yixing please don't i love you so much :( <3

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        | you've gone too far anon ;___;

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-23 13:16

y dont u go kill urself

Anonymous

i think i actually might do that anon

[08:25:06] Jongin: i'm sure you know this by now but you kinda piss me off sometimes yixing
[08:25:16] Yixing: would it kill you to be nice to me for once i mean i just got my first anon hate message today
[08:25:21] Zitao: hate messages are no joke sobs i'm sorry yixing :(
[08:25:28] Jongin: stop acting like a pussy and just tell off the anon man.
[08:25:38] Yixing: i can't okay?? i'm not that kind of person i won't do it
[08:25:45] Luhan: yixing, jongin has a point
[08:25:52] Yixing: so now you're all taking his side?
[08:25:59] Minseok: this isn't about taking sides
[08:25:07] Luhan: woah calm down i didn't mean to make you upset
[08:26:14] Zitao: are we all fighting? ;____;
[08:26:20] Yixing: no zitao, we're not
[08:26:29] Jongin: look i'm just pissed off okay, no one's allowed to make yixing feel like shit except for me
[08:26:46] Minseok: i was gonna say that's really sweet until i got to the last part
[08:26:42] Yixing: that's oddly comforting jongin
[08:26:49] Zitao: glad you're feeling better!

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| omg this is so cute!!!!

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-23 13:20

hey babe here's a daily reminder that you're
an amazing person with an amazing personality.
i love you so much! and fuck the haters because
you're perfect <333

kriswuistheshit

kris i love you too sobs ;_____; i don't deserve you omg <33

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| don't say that yixing you are perfect okay <333

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prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 15:21

hey yixing don't feel bad about the other anon,
they're probably just jealous. you and kris both
make a really cute couple and you seem really
nice! you could've told off the anon but you didn't
and i really admire you for that^^

Anonymous

thank you kind anon ;;____;; i'm not sure if kris and i go well with each other because he's flawless and i'm a poop but this means a lot <33

[09:35:09] Zitao: yixing omg you and kris make an adorable couple!

[09:35:16] Luhan: i thought you said sehun and /i/ were an adorable couple

[09:35:26] Zitao: you guys are also adorable.............

[09:35:35] Jongin: lol is someone getting jealous or what

[09:35:43] Luhan: fuck off jongin

[09:35:49] Jongin: well well well someone has their panties in a bunch

[09:35:58] Luhan: how'd you know i'm wearing panties omg

[09:36:05] Minseok: OHMYGOD

[09:36:12] Jongin: JFC LUHAN IT WAS JUST AN EXPRESSION

[09:36:17] Zitao: i'm sorry luhan i cant look at you the same way anymore :(

[09:36:24] Yixing: well that was disturbing
[09:36:29] Luhan: damn i'm really sorry guys

[09:36:34] Jongin: OKAY LET'S CHANGE THE SUBJECT

[09:36:44] Minseok: i just realized that zitao and jongin are the only ones without a tumblr boyfriend

[09:36:50] Zitao: :( jongin will you be my tumblr boyfriend?

[09:36:59] Jongin: no
[09:37:05] Zitao: oh

[09:37:10] Minseok: ouch omg
[09:37:17] Jongin: it's not that i don't want to, i mean.....................
[09:37:21] Luhan: wait a minute jongin do you already have a tumblr boyfriend??
[09:37:26] Jongin: i have no idea what you're talking about
[09:37:30] Luhan: omfg what's his name??
[09:37:35] Jongin: what makes you think i have one?
[09:37:42] Yixing: just spill it jongin you're making it painfully obvious
[09:37:49] Luhan: wow you little fucker i can't believe you didn't tell us i thought we were friends
[09:37:55] Jongin: we are friends?? i was just waiting for the right time to tell you guys that's all
[09:38:00] Minseok: that kinda hurt jongin
[09:38:06] Zitao: so yeah who is the guy??
[09:38:13] Jongin: no one special jeez he's just someone from our trig class
[09:38:19] Luhan: KYUNGSOO?!?!
[09:38:24] Minseok: holy crap didn't you make fun of him because he smelled like fish or something??
[09:38:29] Jongin: come on you guys that was in the past can we get over it already
[09:38:35] Yixing: jongin that was just last week
[09:38:40] Jongin: ANYWAYS can we talk about this later i have to finish this homework bye

toosexyformashirt replied to your post: OMFG this adorable
| please we'd rather not see it

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| i would love to see it!

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prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 16:21

OMFG this adorable anon sent me fanarts of Kris and i together akjdsajkl i'm gonna post them all /screams/

#personal #ADFHJKGHGGDFDS #IM SCREAMING

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prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 16:21

#cute #follow back#One Direction #Exo #Tom Hiddleston #Love #couple
#cute couple #screeches

Part 2 >>>

Pros and Cons of Being Tumblr Famous Part 2/2 (oneshot)

chens — Mon, 25 Feb 2013 06:24:06 GMT

Pros and Cons of Being Tumblr Famous; kris/lay, sehun/luhan and kai/kyungsoo if you really squint lol; pg-13
Yixing is finally Tumblr famous after becoming Kris's boyfriend but there are some pros and cons involved.
It would help a lot if you read this first. Beware it's unbeta'd and there are tons of embarrassing mistakes

Pros and Cons of Being Tumblr Famous;

<<< Part 1

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| OHMYGOD NO

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| wow i'm so hard

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| .....i think i need to bleach my eyes goodbye

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 16:30

#sexy #follow back#One Direction #Exo #Tom Hiddleston #Love #couple
#cute couple #omg what is this #im so embarrassed omg

toosexyformashirt replied to your photo:
| MORE RAUNCHY FANARTS I'M OUT

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| goodness yixing i'm coming over to see you tonight
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| THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH OF THIS I CAN TAKE

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 16:30

#sexy #follow back#One Direction #Exo #Tom Hiddleston #Love #couple
#cute couple #OMG IM DYING

toosexyformashirt replied to your post: Yixing and Kris
| oh god i cant stand fluff take it away

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| we are such a fail but cute domestic couple <3

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| THIS IS SO CUTE OMG PLS WRITE MORE ANON <3

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 13:21

Yixing and Kris are both mediocre cooks, Yixing being a tad
better out of the two, but despite this they attempt to make
dinner for two, about three times for the night. The baked
chicken turned out to be a disaster, fully cooked on the
outside but raw on the inside, so in the end they resort to
making ramen noodles. "I love you," Kris whispers against
Yixing's shoulder, placing dry kisses on his exposed skin as
they wait for the water to boil. Yixing bites the inside of his
cheeks to keep from smiling in adoration and because his
neck is ultimately his weak spot.

Anonymous

ANON WHO ARE YOU PLEASE LET ME LOVE YOU A THOUSAND TIMES SOBS

toosexyformashirt replied to your post: "oh god Kris,"
| okay two things are wrong with this, one being "crashing their lips
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| omfg i'm imagining Sehun and i doing this together this is so hot!!!

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| JFC WHAT IS THIS

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| excuse me while i masturbate to this masterpiece

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| nonono this is all wrong anon why didn't you write fluff instead?? :(

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-24 13:21

"Oh god Kris," Yixing moans into the crook of Kris's neck as
the other trails long, wiry fingers down the former's waist and
all the way to his hips. Kris lifts himself up and curls his hand
at the back of Yixing's head, grabbing onto a fistful of locks
and crashing their lips together. Yixing fists Kris's shirt, digging
his heels into the other male's lower back to press their groins
together when their tongues battled for dominance. Kris pulls
away and practically growls, "Lift your hips up."

Anonymous

OMG ANON MY VIRGIN EYES WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

toosexyformashirt replied to your photo: love is composed
| and here we have another photo post where two males look hella
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          with the picture very nice. and the tags omg crying

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| LOL

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| we look so hot together

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| beautiful quote and beautiful people <3

prettifulunicorns
2013-02-25 01:21


            | love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

#cute #follow back #love quote#One Direction #Exo #Tom Hiddleston #Love
#quotes #couple #cute couple #Aristotle

[10:35:09] Jongin: so, you and kris are getting pretty serious
[10:35:15] Minseok: agreed
[10:35:19] Jongin: for crying out loud there are fanfictions and fanarts being made about you two it's legit
[10:35:24] Yixing: woah woah you guys stop this is embarrassing
[10:35:29] Luhan: how come sehun and i never had any anons write fics for us ;___;
[10:35:35] Minseok: honestly? everyone probably got tired of all the porn you two post together
[10:35:39] Zitao: NIGHTMARES
[10:35:44] Minseok: so yixing does kris message you everyday?
[10:35:50] Yixing: we message each other every other minute declaring our love for each other yes
[10:35:56] Zitao: that is so cute :'(
[10:36:01] Jongin: i'm sorry i think i just threw up a little in my mouth
[10:36:09] Minseok: why am i not surprised
[10:36:14] Luhan: have you received anymore fanfictions for today?
[10:36:19] Yixing: i got one but i deleted it, it was a death fic and i cried for an hour omg how could the anon kill me off :(((
[10:36:24] Jongin: DAMMIT YIXING WHY I WROTE THAT ONE
[10:36:29] Zitao: jongin, how could you?
[10:36:35] Luhan: omg
[10:36:39] Jongin: idk i feel like angst suits the both of you
[10:36:45] Yixing: you are such an ass
[10:36:49] Jongin: oh stop it yixing you're making me blush
[10:36:54] Minseok: tbh idk what kyungsoo sees in you
[10:37:01] Jongin: he doesn't, i'm usually the one who sticks my dick in his butthole so
[10:37:09] Yixing: I JUST CHOKED ON AIR WTF EW

sobs because so many people have asked me to write a sequel and i think i butchered
this even further than the first one. And lj was being dumb so i had to split this to two entries sigh.
This was also unbeta'd so there will be a lot of errors and i apologize for that :| Please comment
anyways and i hope you liked it? ;;

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A Little Teasing and Babying Once in a While

chens — Thu, 10 Jan 2013 04:04:40 GMT

A Little Teasing and Babying Once in a While; Xiumin/Chen; g; 696 words; fluff, general
Minseok likes it when Jongdae teases him incessantly, but loves it when he's being babied even more.

A Little Teasing and Babying Once in a While;

Jongdae loves to tease Minseok, that is a given. But, being the more patient one out of the two of them, Minseok prefers to quietly whistle absentmindedly when Jongdae decides to make a snarky remark about him or starts slapping his chest with a wry smile because his ultimate goal at the end of the day is to get the eldest all riled up and maybe a bit flustered.

“Leave him alone will ya?” Luhan spoke to him with informal Korean one time; swatting Jongdae’s intruding hands away before Minseok told him he didn’t mind at all.

In fact, Minseok loves Jongdae’s love for teasing him. It helps to bring a bit of sunshine to his dull days when they’re traveling back and forth in airports or when Minseok’s spacing out during recordings in China when the hosts and the Chinese members would speak in their tonal language.

“Stop that,” Minseok practically giggles when Jongdae’s blowing in his ears for some strange reason, but stops when their leader turns around and elbows the younger in the stomach lightly, not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to make him stop whatever it was he was doing.

It’s not as if glaring at them would be proven effective, as Jongdae would get right back to his little antics when no one was paying heed to the both of them. “You’re gonna get in trouble.” Minseok warns him when Jongdae starts poking at his sides, his weak spot.

“That’s okay,” Jongdae chimes quietly, and Minseok can only shake his head at him and stifle his own laughter, “I like making you laugh.”

Minseok’s too caught up in his laughter to hear the last part of his sentence, “What was that?”

“Ah, nothing.” Jongdae shows his teeth through his smile and retreats.

“You okay there buddy?” Jongdae sits next to Minseok on one of the benches at the airport, growing more concerned when the elder’s head is lulling back and forth lazily.

“Shouldn’t you be calling me hyung? I’m older than you, you know.” Of course Jongdae knows that, but the latter never seemed to mind until now. Minseok’s voice was sharp and Jongdae would be lying if he said he wasn’t shocked by the little outburst.

“Sheesh, sorry hyung, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Jongdae flattens his lips in a little pout, shuffling away when he realizes Minseok probably needs a bit of personal space today. Which is odd considering he isn’t really one to lose his patience so easily, at least not for something as trivial as calling him “hyung,” since they’re both so close with each other.

Minseok sighs, “Jongdae, I’m―”

And then he realizes, Jongdae’s several feet away from him chatting casually with Luhan and Yixing. Suddenly Minseok feels like an ass but it’s not like he can do anything about it at this point in time.

When they’re about to board the plane back to Seoul, somehow Minseok feels ten times shittier than before, and didn’t even notice that Jongdae was standing close behind him when his steps become laggard, eyes closed on their own because suddenly everything starts to feel heavy.

“Hey,” Jongdae calls out, hitting his chest lightly a few times, “are you sleeping? This isn’t really an ideal place for naps.” No shit Sherlock.

“No, I’m perfectly fine.” Minseok brushes him off and only after a few steps forward, he feels like collapsing and holds on to a large post to balance himself, that is, until Jongdae’s chuckling behind him as he swings an arm around his shoulder.

“Just brace against me until we get to the aircraft.” Minseok nods, wondering when in the world did their roles reverse, and suddenly Jongdae’s the older one and the former, the younger one. Jongdae felt fluffy and warm when he’s resting his head against his shoulder, but that’s probably because of his red coat.

Minseok braces against his chest and thinks to himself that he would never admit this to Jongdae because the latter would make fun of him for it, but he likes to have Jongdae pamper and baby him once in a while instead of teasing him.

Just a little something I came up with for my lovely Emily agonyhamster because
she's adorable and cute in every way and a perfect little human being :) Happy birthday
Emily, I love you so much and the second part is coming soon, don't worry ♥

Because Self-Control is Hard (ficlet)

chens — Thu, 25 Oct 2012 04:50:12 GMT

Because Self-Control is Hard; Xiumin/Chen; pg-13; 1,200+ words; humor, general
Jongdae can't stop staring at Minseok and everyone is freaked out by it.
Written for this prompt at seoulfulness!

Because Self-Control is Hard;

Minseok isn't exactly one to go all out when it comes to fashion, because he likes subtleties and casual wear because it just suits him better. On camera during recordings, Minseok’s known to be bubbly and bursting with energy when paired with Luhan, however behind the scenes, he’s mostly somber, quiet, a bit of an observer as he watches everything elsefrom a considerable distance. Jongdae likes that, and how his outer appearance mirrors his personality.

Jongdae’s the same way as well, hands perched under his chin, his head flickering down a bit when he’s observing Minseok pouring out a couple of raspberry lemonades for the both of them, their favorite drinks because they like the way the cloying raspberries compliment the tart lemon juice.

Minseok’s skinny jeans clung much too tightly over his thighs, and sometimes his movements were much too stiff as the thick denim fabric halted certain movements. But when he’d forcefully flex his legs when he’d accidentally dropped a raspberry, Jongdae almost loses it because he thinks the latter’s jeans could burst through the seams at any given moment.

He stares at Minseok much too long and hard to realize the eldest is watching him as Jongdae flickers his eyes down from his thighs to his calves, then up to his thighs again as the former shuffles around with the chilled drinks wrapped around his fingers.

“Jongdae, what are you staring at?” Shit Shit Shit.

“Wha―”

“You’re staring again.” Minseok cuts him off, a bit of a nervous laugh slipping through the crack of his lips and Jongdae’s laughing too or, at least he thinks he is but it sounds more like wheezing as his pulsations suddenly quicken and this is the third damn time this week he’s been caught doing this and he’s sure that everyone by now thinks he’s some sort of freak with a staring problem.

“Right, sorry, I, I guess your outfit looks good today is all.” Jongdae’s mouth is working itself too fast and Minseok barely makes out his words. “Does it really?” There’s a badgering tone lingering at the end of his question when he soothes out the folds of his white polo shirt and a small smile begins to unfurl over his lips and Jongdae’s cheeks are now tinted a dull shade of pink. “Yeah, really, um, good.”

Jongdae’s stuttering again and he almost chokes on air when Minseok raises an eyebrow. Well this is splendid; the latter is silently judging him again. Curse him and his inability to be more subtle, he thinks and he wants nothing more than to just disappear within the midst of Minseok right about now.

“Then why do you sound so unsure? Unless you’re lying about it or something.”

“No! Not at all―”

“ Never mind, let’s just watch this movie shall we?” Jongdae couldn't agree more.

Jongdae’s technically not lying when he says he watches Minseok with close eyes because of his loose fashion sense. He does appreciate that what he wears definitely reflects his somber personality, for example like his light and medium weight polo shirts with muted colors and dark washed skinny jeans, comfortable flat shoes, and simple accessories and a clean cut hairstyle with his fringe swept to the side.

Jongdae’s always thought that with age comes an evolved fashion sense, like transforming from bold colors and prints of juvenile graphic tees to something more moderate, formal, and casual when he'd wear his short sleeved, collared polo shirts when he needed something quick to pull over, or plaid shirts that resembles someone like Paul Bunyan when he was in a particularly airy mood, or even an ironed down dress shirt when he'd want to look more presentable to the fans.

Actually, Jongdae's lying, he really doesn't give two shits about what the fuck Minseok's wearing, he really just likes his exposed arms and thighs showing through. All he really wants presently is to run his tongue over the thick expanse of the latter's skin, delving in the taste― and yes, he's aware that these thoughts are sickening and weird as fuck but it's like fuck everything Minseok is hot and nothing else matters.

And then he'd look up and find judging stares from his band mates all over again, and then he'd wonder to himself how long he'd been staring at Minseok with these dirty thoughts lingering in his mind but most importantly how he was watching the latter, was it an empty stare or all-consuming eyes cutting through Minseok's being? And then Jongdae would refuse to think about it any longer and try to cower deeper into his seat in an attempt to disappear into nothingness, when clearly he knows this is an impossible feat.

"Jongdae, can we ask you something?" Shit Shit Shit. He can already feel the stickiness of sweat forming over his forehead and the crevices of the webs of his fingers, and suddenly the air around him feels tight and he can hardly breathe at this point.

"Yeah?" His answer this time was less forced even though a slight crack resounded and he wanted to just, disappear from sight as usual because unconsciously, he was boring eyes into Minseok at the thought of having the latter trapping him between his thighs, no surprise there.

Luhan starts, hooking an arm around Jongdae and immediately, the latter tenses and the other looks smug, "We've noticed your...staring problem for a while now, particularly at Minseok and we're a little worried about you because, this isn't normal."

"I'm just jealous okay?" Jongdae blurts out without a second thought and he doesn’t even realize the gravity of the situation that he's managed to pull himself into until he watches as everyone's lips part in shock, and finally realization hits him, his eyes suddenly grow wide because this was not what he had intended to say, at all.

“But, why?” Minseok asks and Jongdae suddenly feels lightheaded and he wants to either throw up or pass out, or throw up then pass out but now wasn’t exactly the ideal time to do so. “I mean you have an amazing fashion sense, how do you do it?” Well this excuse will have to do for now.

“Jongdae,” Minseok starts, sheepishly scratching the back of his head because really, what else could he do, “you can always borrow them if you’re that envious of my amazing clothes you know.”

Well, that’s true but Jongdae doesn’t really care about his clothes so―

And then Yixing has his arm slung around Jongdae’s waist lazily, placing his lips on the latter’s ear and says, “Your pupils are dilated, my little hornball,” Yixing pulls away momentarily to chuckle and Jongdae gulps much too hard, “you are one terrible liar you motherfu―”

“Okay then!” Jongdae claps his hands together and shoos Luhan and Yixing away from him because he needs oxygen filling his lungs right about now, “I’ll do that from now on, thanks hyung.” And that was the end of that.

“Well I’m glad that’s resolved.” Minseok chirps and saunters over toward Jongdae and the latter averts his attention to his delicious thighs again because―

“Meet me in my room and we can resolve your other minor issue, hm?” Jongdae finally realizes what he meant and why the fuck Luhan and Yixing were chuckling behind closed fingers when he looks down and―

Yeah.

Never Let You Go (drabble)

chens — Wed, 17 Oct 2012 14:19:58 GMT

Never Let You Go; Tao/Luhan; g; 807 words; general; slight fluff
Zitao's suffering from fatigue and everyone just wants to make him feel better, especially Luhan.
Written for this prompt at seoulfulness!

Never Let You Go;

It’s like Zitao’s caught in between mental darkness of obscurity and being animatedly existent, and thankfully it was the latter thanks to all the incessant chattering of energized fans crowding around them just a few feet ahead, the brilliant, neon lights flashing continuously as their cameras are set ablaze, capturing every movement, every breath they take. There was one particular girl, tiny, petite, most likely in her late teens, releasing the shutter button just only a feet from his own figure and he has to willfully hold himself back from snatching the damn camera away and crushing it beneath his feet.

He stumbles a few steps forward when he exits the van, his bones suddenly going weak and Yifan grips his upper arm to help him balance, “You okay Zitao?” He asks, his head leaning forward as he looks into Zitao’s drooping eyelids, a mass of red veins clumped together at the corners of his eyes and the latter smiles, pulling away momentarily to rub them with tightened fists, “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.” He manages to crack a smile without teeth, his eyes remaining completely blank and unaware of everything else, but still, Yifan releases him and only nods, turning his head back every now and then to keep careful watch.

Zitao suffers from jet lag the most, as the rest can cope with the differing time zone and their bodies are able to grow accustomed to the change of time for eating, sleeping, and being active throughout the day. He wasn’t the case, and he currently has every symptom of jet lag: headaches, fatigue, insomnia, mild depression, and irritability. There were a few instances while they were waiting to board the plane when Zitao's head would lull back and forth, his body slightly swaying to keep himself standing until Yixing’s pressed against him, his hand coming up to curl his fingers around his waist.

“Hey there little one, just wait a bit and you can cuddle next to me in the plane okay?” Zitao nods, rubbing his forehead between his quivering fingers and he’s smiling again instead of laughing because everything just hurts and whenever he’s in a foul mood Yixing tends to coo at him although he’s fully aware that the former doesn’t appreciate his baby talk. Yixing releases him, Zitao’s eyes still remaining vacuous as they stare off beyond the dingy walls of the airport and he lets his head fall forward.

And then Zitao turns around and there’s Luhan, fan gifts wedged tightly between his arms that girls have randomly shoved in his direction as they waited to board the plane. Regardless he accepted them with a charitable grin and thanked each of them despite their manager’s disapproval. Zitao flickers his eyes down towards Luhan, blinking a few times after he yawns because saltwater trickles near his tear ducts and he’s practically dragging his feet towards the former. Luhan looks up at him, eyes filled with question marks, concern, and he drops everything from his arms when Zitao has his own around him, whispering hoarsely, “Luhan, hold me.”

And that’s what Luhan does, as one hand drapes around the hem of his shirt as he trums his fingers over his back in a lighthearted manner, pressing himself close till they’re chest to chest, their chins resting onto each other’s necks and Zitao shivers when hot air cascades against his neck, and suddenly everything feels so much better because he’s silently smiling with teeth this time when Luhan’s whispering to him about how he feels so warm and that he doesn’t want to let go of him, ever.

Zitao doesn’t want to either, and they stay in the same position for a few minutes, ignoring everyone else calling out his name and Yixing as he pokes his sides, because he can feel delicious heat radiating off of him and he knows everything would suddenly crash if he were to release from his tight grip. Luhan’s practically fisting his hand into the latter’s shirt and Zitao’s sinking his fingers into the nape of Luhan’s neck and everything just feels right.

“Everyone, get ready to board the plane.” Their manager calls out and Luhan’s ultimately disappointed, hands dropping to his side as well as his smile when Zitao pulls away from him completely and he’s now massaging his aching head with his fingertips. Luhan latches onto him again however and continues holding onto his shirt, and Zitao tries to smile but it’s just too damn hard with his impending headache.

“Are you alright?” Zitao wants to cry because he can hear Luhan’s voice shaking with uncertainty and endless worry but he doesn’t really answer him in the end, only giving off a quiet hum and he turns around, leaning into the hand that’s still clutching onto the back of his thin suede jacket, completely still and unwilling to let go.

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I'm starting to love this pairing so much that I'm actually shipping them harder than my ultimate OTP's taoris and krishan sobs, and that's actually quite a feat because I never thought any other pairing would surpass them, certainly not this one. I don't really think I captured this moment in writing as best as I could, but, well, I did my best so ;;

Too Much to Handle (drabble)

chens — Thu, 11 Oct 2012 04:04:23 GMT

Too Much to Handle; pg-13; Tao/Kris/ humor; 840 words
Kris is so handsome that Tao could just punch him in the face. Literally.
Written for this prompt at seoulfulness!

Too Much to Handle;

On the set of their recording, Zitao walks around in idleness, watching as Yifan converses with the rest of the staff and he thinks the latter is absolutely stunning, the way his bright teeth sparkle beneath his gummy smile and the way his hands are buried in his pockets when he’s conversing with another staff, body slumped to one side lazily. Its little details like this that has the youngest literally fawning for Yifan.

And when their leader would sometimes shift gazes that would land on Zitao, the latter would flicker his eyes casually to his worn out sneakers, hoping that he wasn’t caught in the act. Sometimes he wants to hold Yifan between his fingers and kiss him hard because of his lethal, burning infatuation for the latter but most of the time, like almost every waking second of the day, Zitao wants nothing more than to just punch that jerk in the mouth until he passes out because he knows he’s the shit and the youngest only wants to put him in his place and tell him to sit down because he cannot handle all that gorgeousness, he just can’t.

For example, one day back at the dorms, when they were eating Kyungsoo’s signature spaghetti, Zitao watches him eat with hooded eyelids, the center of his forehead creasing because of his furrowed eyebrows as their leader works his mouth, chewing on the buckwheat pasta and Zitao almost shouted out, “wow, get the fuck out of here with your perfection will you?” Thankfully, Kyungsoo had just returned with some more side dishes and Zitao silently thanks him because he’d be stuck in waves with regret at that moment if those words had flown out of his mouth just a few milliseconds before.

The twist in all of this? Yifan’s his boyfriend of three months.

Sure, Yifan takes him out whenever he can on quaint dates like late nights to the ice cream parlor, or double dates with Sehun and Luhan when they’d walk to the bubble tea shop for some sweet pastries and cooling drinks, perfect compliments for when the sun’s beating over their heads during the daytime. And each time, Zitao would have to hold himself back with every septic and fine thread that was left from sobbing frenziedly beside him, cursing him and asking him with a crazy outlook, “Why do you have to be so perfect you jerk?!” He surprises himself at his ability of withhold his own urges.

During their bathroom break, however, Yifan locks his dilated pupils with Zitao's, and the youngest gulps, pungent sweat rolling down his temples and his palpitations steadily rising as his heart beats out of his chest because he knows exactly when the other wants some ass. Now was the time. Their leader’s pulling them both to the nearest cubicle, pressing Zitao against himself and the wall full of illegible graffiti and kisses him hard, hands coming up to curl around both sides of the younger’s neck. Zitao almost laughs into his mouth because that’s his most sensitive area, his gasps coming out in rasps and chokes and suddenly those intense feels are coming up to surface, and he internally panics.

“I love you,” Yifan exclaims in shaky breaths, tongue prodding forward as it strokes Zitao's own and they’re both practically on the floor and against each other’s quivering bodies, hands grabbing at everything they could reach and suddenly Zitao loses all sense and control when he pulls away from Yifan, bringing his hand up to strike at the corner of his mouth and yells, “Fuck you, you gorgeous little fucker!”

And then his breathing stops and suddenly he wants to just crawl in a hole and die in there because Yifan's holding onto the left side of his face with a raised eyebrow and widened eyes, “Zitao, did you just hit me?”

“No?” Zitao answers with uncertainty lingering in his tone, and now Yifan looks hurt as he croons his hand over his tinted cheek and Zitao wants to hit his head against the wall repeatedly because he’s an insensitive little fucker who abused his boyfriend.

“Why?” Yifan asks, each vowel and consonant coming out slowly as he waits for an answer and Zitao wants to cry and hope that his boyfriend takes pity on him. Well, regardless if he does or not though, he will so he’s not too worried about that presently. But still.

“I didn’t call you a fucker either. Oh my god wait.” Yep, Zitao wants to die this second.

When they reach their dorm building, Yixing chokes back his laughter upon seeing Yifan holding a piece of raw meat against the aching side of his face, and neither Yifan nor Zitao is amused. Well, maybe Zitao but only a little. “Dude what happened to you?”

Yifan looks at Zitao, who’s silently saying, “Don’t tell them!” then looks back at Yixing, his nose twitching when he sniffles and says, “I tripped and fell onto Zitao’s fist.”

Well, he was half right.

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idek what to say about this lmao

Just Perfect (drabble)

chens — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 14:42:37 GMT

Just Perfect; Xiuchen; g; 724 words; general, slight angst, slight fluff
Minseok has too many insecurities and too many things to live by but Jongdae thinks he's absolutely perfect.
written for this prompt at seoulfulness.

Just Perfect;

This is a usual pattern for Minseok. Every nightly lesson he had with Zitao ended in bickering that cracked through the thin walls of their dorm complex, the increasing noise levels traveling through all the rooms and Yifan would eventually have to intervene, telling, not asking Zitao to bunk with him and Jongdae to sleep with Minseok.

And then the next day, Minseok would sheepishly knock on Yifan's room, sitting himself on the mattress next to Zitao, whispering kind words and apologies with a tight embrace, sorrow and regret lingering in his touches. Zitao was never angry at the eldest for more than five seconds, or any of the members for that matter, and would always accept his deep apologies with a reciprocated hug.

Minseok can feel his blood pressure steadily rise after the words, "Mandarin lessons" are mentioned, and he wants nothing more than to just rip his hair out from deep within his scalp because he can't take this anymore.

Jongdae's curled on his side beside Minseok, his knees all the way up to his chest as he kneads wiry fingers into the latter's hair. Minseok heaves a throaty sigh, leaning into Jongdae's touch and tucks the younger's head beneath his chin.

"Why do you do this to yourself hyung?" Jongdae's question barely comes out in a whisper, and Minseok freezes over him, stuck at finding the right words to say to the latter as Jongdae smiles with teeth, the corners of his lips almost reaching to his ears.

"I, I don't know," Minseok admits, the crinkles at the edge of his eyes becoming more apparent as he shuts his eyes close, because he cannot even face Jongdae as he gives a pathetic response, "I just don't like tackling my weakness, that's all."

"But why?" Jongdae prods on and grins again, because feels a slight breeze over his hair when Minseok grunts a little too loud this time, probably growing more frustrated at the former's never ending questions and audible thoughts that the eldest just doesn't want to hear presently.

"I just gave you an answer." Minseok starts to pull away until Jongdae has his fingers hooked around his wrist, "No you didn't. Not for this one."

Minseok plops his head on the pillow again, biting his lips as he tries to form another answer at the top of his head. Nothing comes to mind so he just rambles on and on, uncaring at this point whether he's making any sense or not.

"Because you're so perfect with your Mandarin and singing and I'm just, Xiumin, the fat baozi who's good for nothing. I'm not as good of a singer as you are, my moves aren't as smooth and precise as Yixing's, I'm not tall and lean like Yifan, I'm not a pretty face like Luhan, I can't do any awesome martial arts moves like Zitao, and my Mandarin is shit. I'm nothing."

They both fall silent.

"If you really think you're good for nothing," Jongdae starts, and Minseok is quite shocked because he doesn't think the latter would actually agree that his insecurities aren't falsities at all, "then why don't you try to better yourself in the meantime? You sell yourself way too short and give up too easily hyung, and I hate it."

Minseok falls silent as Jongdae places much emphasis on the negative word. The eldest knows it's pointless to compare himself with the other members, and he knows it's wrong because they're one, there's supposed to be no comparisons, no competitions, but it's not like he can help it. It's just his nature.

Jongdae cranes his neck forward, pressing his lips against Minseok's soft ones for a couple seconds and draws back slowly, watching the latter's half lidded eyes blink slowly in perplexity and he laughs, knowing well that the other silently wished the kiss would have lasted just a few seconds longer.

"You can do it, hyung. So as long as I'm here, you won't give up or see yourself as nothing. Even though you'll get frustrated sometimes, I'll always send you a little reminder that you mean everything to me, and that I want you to live up to your abilities and perfect them more."

Minseok's vision turns cloudy with formed saltwater trickles as they both kiss more, and more, and more as the night wears on.

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I was in the middle of writing my xiuchen fic when I saw this little gem of a plot and I couldn't resist okay like xiuchen comforting each other is the best thing ever /sobs. I made a few adjustments to the drabble because there were too many mistakes that couldn't go unnoticed by me.

Like a Doll (oneshot)

chens — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 05:22:13 GMT

Like a Doll; Sehun/Luhan; nc-17; romance; smut; 3,608 words
Sehun's the manager of Macy's and Luhan is his personal mannequin, completely still and unbelievably gorgeous.

Like a Doll;

Sehun enjoys running course fingers over the hardened wax and thick fiberglass that molded perfectly to form the inanimate object, tracing the outline of those thin lips; a deep shade of pink mixed with rusty burnt sienna, and utterly beautiful all at the same time.

It’s cold to the touch, eyes stony, staring beyond the cream colored walls of the department store and lips painted on with cheap acrylic paint. His hair’s a sandy blonde hue, and Sehun doesn’t forget to cascade his fingers through it at least once a day, whispering sweet colloquies in its ear, half expecting the immobile figure to make some kind of gesture to show it was acknowledging Sehun’s presence and half expecting it to just lie there in obscurity.

Still, the manager could’ve sworn he's seen the doll making slight movements, very slight such as the blinking of an eye or the twitching of the nose. But every time he’d do a double take, there was nothing but a hefty blow to his split second of brewing enthusiasm.

“You’re really pretty you know.” The man in his mid-twenties says, flattening his lips against its frigid temple, lingering for a few seconds before pulling away.

His employees find him to be an odd one surely, as a few weeks ago Zitao catches him nearing the mannequin, lips pressed against its cold temple and the latter turns right back around as he finds himself unable to ask if Sehun could confront the fuming, unsatisfied customer at one of the cash registers.

Zitao doesn’t talk about it with Sehun, however, instead of dropping the subject, he tells Jongin and Yixing without any regrets about his unfortunate encounter with their boss trying to make out with the mannequin that was shipped to them just a few weeks prior. They all end up snickering; apparently, Zitao’s co workers witnessed the same event, at different time slots of course.

They all conclude that Sehun could be suffering from the uncanny valley effect, no doubt about it.

Jongin, Yixing, Zitao, and Sehun all went to the same high school together and graduated sitting side by side with silken black caps and gowns with smiles that reached to their ears as they waited for their ultimate prize that they’ve worked so hard to attain for four years. It was no wonder that Sehun gladly gave them all good paying positions at Macy’s, although he warned them that he refused to mix friendship with work.

In fact Jongin almost got himself fired a year ago when a customer came out of the fitting room to ogle at herself in front of one of the full-sized mirrors, fingers splayed over her waist as they trailed down towards her hips, asking Jongin, “I need your honest opinion. Does this dress make me look fat?”

Jongin sized her up from head to toe, almost cringing as he noticed how much the sleek, knee-high length black dress clung to all the wrong places, including her protruding pot belly and sagging love handles. “You want my honest opinion you say?” The woman had nodded and Jongin clicked his tongue thinking, wrong answer lady.

“That dress is two sizes too small for you. Quite honestly you look like a pregnant killer whale who hasn’t had her afternoon lunch yet.” Jongin almost cackled when the woman gasped, one of her palms covering her mouth in sheer horror as the other one came up to strike at his face.

“Hey, she asked for it!” Jongin had retorted when Sehun was forced to quiet down the angry customer who certainly wouldn’t be returning anytime soon, or ever. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend, otherwise I’d have your ass kicked out of here with the snap of my finger you stupid fuck.” It was always fun making their boss lose every thin strand of patience he owned.

“Should we tell his mother about this?” Jongin almost spat out his black coffee.

“Dear god no his mother would probably send him to the countryside where his grandparents are. No internet means he would die of boredom, which means that when he’s resurrected he’ll shave off all of our pubic hairs in our sleep. Or worse, he’ll probably chop off our balls and feed the remains to the birds. Do not, I repeat, do not tell her anything. Just leave it alone.”

Yixing snorts, “Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a bit?” Jongin starts chewing on his fingernail, and it’s odd because he hasn’t done such a thing since middle school.

“Let’s just say you guys don’t know Sehun like I do.”

Everyone leaves it at that.

It's gorgeous, Sehun thinks, hands pressed behind the mannequin as he pulls it closer to himself, the coldness from the plastic object contrasting rather well with his heated frame, he thinks. “You really are something, Luhan.”

It was a name he had given it, and he wouldn’t change it for anything else, considering he loved the way it rolled off his tongue each time he pronounced it slowly. Closing hour is upon them, and by now with the exception of himself and his employees, the entire store was completely vacant.

The others were getting ready to depart, and so was Sehun, though he was unwilling to unlike Jongin who wanted to get the fuck away and get some shut eye with his boyfriend.

“See you tomorrow Luhan.” Sehun kisses him hard and quick before going to the front of the store where the rest of the employees resided.

“You all did well today.” Sehun acknowledged politely and suddenly Jongin stealthily swings an arm over his shoulder, holding him in a tight headlock and the former sighs, trying to shake off the impending arm firmly attached to the back of his neck.

“About that raise―”

“For the last time Jongin, no.” Jongin removes himself and Sehun sighs in relief much too loud because he can finally breathe again within his own personal space.

“Really, fuck you Sehun.” Jongin mumbles through clenched teeth and Sehun grins cheekily, “Is that a promise?”

“Oh god.”

Gone are the pitch black marbles that make up his eyes, now dark brown that glimmered in the night and gone are the plastic coverings that make up his entire being. The mannequin’s face is now a light peachy tone color instead of a stark white one, his skin now soft to the touch instead of being stiff and unmoving.

Luhan stumbles a few steps backwards because he always finds it difficult to balance himself once the clock strikes twelve every night. Today on display he was wearing a Michael Kors charcoal gray suit, and although it fit him quite nicely around the shoulders and waist, it was the middle of summer and the fabric from the dress shirt clung uncomfortably to his damp skin as he fights back the urge to toss the jacket to an unknown corner of the room.

Then he notices that all the lights in the store are still as bright as ever, and that meant he could finally walk out without having the heavy bolted doors and gates blocking his path as usual. Before anyone notices, he slips out of the store and out towards the parking lot.

Roads were bustling nearby with people not paying attention to street signs, cars tightly packed beside each other while honking their horns trying to get past the night traffic, and pale pink cherry blossom petals twinkling in midair lazily, allowing the soft wind to carry them throughout. Luhan exhales deeply through his nose, quietly basking in the smell of combustion fumes from the traffic ahead. City life is nothing short of perfection.

Around the corner of a street he finds a quaint café and bakery, pretty and pink on the outside with large, clean, and crisp flower designs bordering the windows. Buttery goodness and bitter coffee with vanilla surrounds him from every corner, and he feels his stomach churning from hunger.

Time to eat.

When the egg and cheese croissant and small cup of coffee reach his table, he sighs almost too loud, Closing his eyes and humming to himself, Luhan takes the first bite with an eager mouth and empty stomach. The egg and cheese croissant melts in his mouth and he sighs in contentment, twiddling his pinky fingers over the freshly baked bread. The coffee compliments the sandwich as well, he thinks with a small charitable grin.

He isn’t usually one to enjoy coffee, so when he does, it must mean it tastes exquisite. The bitterness doesn’t overpower the drink, which is quite a feat, Luhan thinks, because he’s consumed a bit of coffee in the past back when he used to be in display for a boutique in Busan and none of them had even the slightest touch of sweetness. This one though, has the perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness.

Luhan drinks the burning liquid eagerly, exhaling through the small crack of his lips every time he swallowed. It was an obvious pattern for him; first he would take a small bite of his croissant, chew on it incessantly, and, while there’s still some food trapped between his teeth, he’d take a sip of his coffee to wash it all down.

Everything was remarkably heartfelt and delicious, and Luhan did not forget to leave a small tip beside his crumb-filled plate, from the single notes and loose change he’d found while strolling about absentmindedly.

When he walks out of the café, he feels somewhat bloated, probably from the coffee after adding heaps of the sugar packets inside, he thinks. Shrugging, he decides to walk it all off. Until he sees Sehun.

Luhan wasn’t even able to fully comprehend the entire situation at hand when Sehun grapples on his wrist just a little too hard, pulling him near to the side of a 3-story brick walled apartment building and kisses him hard, teeth clanging with a kind of gentle force as Luhan’s hands come up to curl into Sehun’s chestnut brown hair.

The blonde tastes like slightly bitter coffee with a hint of vanilla cream and Sehun thinks he wants to just taste him forever. Lips parted, Sehun probes his tongue into the latter’s mouth, and he feels himself growing hard when Luhan reaches down and palms the taller male through his jeans. “Fuck,” Sehun curses, pulling Luhan’s hand away reluctantly because he knows for a fact that he would be unable to hold himself back and the latter looks up at him with half lidded eyes, dilated pupils and parted lips as his breathing comes out in shallow, ragged ones.

“How did you find me?” Luhan manages to ask, and Sehun grins widely with teeth, the back of his hand coming up to splay his fingers across his cheeks. Luhan leans into him further.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice when the cameras recorded your every moves when you’d walk about the store during closing hours? Or when you’d just walked out of the store like tonight?” Luhan made a little noise when Sehun suddenly grasps his chin lightly, his thumb and index finger pressing against the soft skin.

“I’ve always wondered how it would feel like to touch you in your human form,” Sehun leans forward to nip below Luhan’s ear and chides when the latter shudders from his ministrations, “and now that I am, I don’t want to let you go.”

“Then please don’t.” Luhan begs him, arms clinging to the back of Sehun’s neck, rubbing his nose against the taller male’s shoulder.

Sehun sighs, “Let’s go to my apartment.”

Luhan agrees.

Sehun has them both completely naked over the thin, tangled sheets, fingers curling and digging themselves into the soft skin of Luhan’s hips, not hard enough to hurt him or leave a mark, but enough to tickle the sensitive area. Sehun thinks Luhan’s the most beautiful like this, when it’s dark out and the only source of light is the dimmed light of his room above their heads, giving a sheen glow against his glimmering skin and flushed cheeks.

“You’re really pretty you know.” Sehun whispers against his stomach, giving light pecks near his navel and the latter squirms in his place, hand clasped over his lips as he feels the other nearing towards his hardened sex. There’s no doubt, the former has a way with his lips and tongue, the way his pink muscle would soothe across the skin where he’d nipped and sucked earlier, pursing his lips forward after and soon the small pecks would turn to sloppy kisses, leaving behind a trace of saliva splayed across his abdomen.

Kneeling off the bed slowly, Sehun lowers his head between Luhan’s legs, nuzzling his nose against his inner thighs and the latter shudders as he props himself on his elbows, watching Sehun as he croons his balls with warm fingers and peppers light kisses all over the tip of his penis.

“Don’t, you don’t have to Sehun,” Luhan hisses through clenched teeth, fingers twitching and digging into the mattress as Sehun swallows the head, hands coming up to rest at the former’s mid thigh, giving them a gentle squeeze every now and then and Luhan doesn’t think he’ll last another minute of this blowjob.

“I always thought you were pretty when you were just a perfectly still doll with no traces of flaws anywhere,” Sehun says as he pulls away for a moment, and he chuckles from deep within his throat when Luhan grunts above him, pressing his thighs tight against his head because fuck him, he cannot stop now, “and still, you look the same, except even more beautiful as you sweat and cry underneath me.” And Sehun bends down again, taking him whole into his mouth and Luhan shouts raw against the air.

When Sehun looks up, he sees Luhan’s veins protruding his neck as he cranes his head backwards, showing off that pale, smooth skin and he wants nothing more than to kiss and lick the area. He would never purposely mark him though; he didn’t wish to taint the skin that was remarkable and beautiful, and for his eyes only.

Sehun licks the underside of his penis; his tongue moving in upward, downward motions as he draws the hard skin further into his mouth, making loud, obscene slurping noises and he doesn’t forget to encircle his index and middle fingers slowly against the latter’s sensitive balls.

“Sehun, I,” Luhan croaks, his body suddenly convulsing and Sehun presses his hands over his upper thighs to keep him still so as to not gag as the tip of his penis nears the back of his throat. “Close?” Sehun hums and Luhan sinks his teeth into his lower lip, his messy fringe spilling over his closed eyes and he swears he’s about to pass out because his fingers are tingling nonstop as he takes deep, shallow breaths that aren’t enough to fill his lungs with oxygen.

“Y-Yes.” Luhan affirms and much to his dismay, Sehun pulls away completely, leaving behind a hardened penis and a line of saliva over the base and tip. Luhan collapses under his elbows, his chest heaving up and down rapidly as he watches Sehun crawl on top of him, bringing his leg up as he kisses behind his thigh and strokes the soft skin.

“You make me confused sometimes Luhan,” Sehun says as he brings the latter’s hand up to kiss his palm, “sometimes I think you’re not real because of how you are during the day; completely still as you stare into nothing yet here you are next to me tonight, and I can’t seem to know whether you really are or not.”

Luhan freezes beneath him and Sehun notices as he stiffens right away, and now he thinks maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut from the start. His employees did tell him from time to time that despite being manager, he asks a lot of unnecessary questions and makes inappropriate comments to the customers.

But then Luhan smiles and Sehun swears he feels a ton of weight dissipate off his shoulders because the last thing he wanted was to upset the former. And then Luhan takes hold of Sehun’s hand, which is much too large against his own, and presses the back of his palm to his cheek, “You can feel me, can’t you?” Sehun nods.

“You can hear me, can’t you?” Again, Sehun nods, and Luhan grips his forearms, pulling him down and sticking out his tongue and they moan quietly, lips wide open as they move against each other and nip at each other’s mouths with teeth before pulling away momentarily, a string of saliva connecting them as they separate.

Luhan runs his tongue over his lips before asking, “You can taste me, can’t you?” Sehun presses against him, further, fitting his head into Luhan’s neck and the latter can feel him move against him as he agrees once again. “Yes,” he answers aloud this time, bringing himself up to plant kisses down Luhan’s Adam’s apple and the latter sighs into his light touches.

“You can see me, can’t you?” Every whisper makes Sehun shiver with anticipation because he wants nothing more than to take Luhan, pounding into him firmly but with slow movements as he makes the other scream into his mouth when he hits his prostate. “Yeah.”

“And you can smell me, can't you?” And Sehun inhales into his neck, basking in the smell of slightly pungent sweat mixed with coffee from earlier and he nods one last time.

“Do you think I’m real now?”

“Yes, oh god yes.” Sehun says as he pulls away from Luhan, walking to his dresser as he pulls out a packet of lube, coating his entire penis and three of his fingers nicely with the transparent gel. He’s about to sink a finger into Luhan, however the latter seems to be getting more impatient as the night wears on and Sehun loves every minute of it.

“Please, just put it in.” Luhan’s close to begging, snapping his hips into Sehun and the latter can suddenly see stars. Pressing his fingers against Luhan’s ass, he brings him up further, sinking himself into the delicious heat and they both exhale through their mouths simultaneously. Sehun thinks Luhan feels amazing, the way his insides pulsate around his dick and he wants nothing more than to just take him right then and there in quick, harsh motions.

But even so, he gently prods forward, dipping his hips into him and Luhan’s close to screaming because he wants his prostate to be found, right now. “Sehun, faster. Please.” He begs, meeting Sehun in time with his slow thrusts and he can tell by the way his entire being's quivering and beads of sweat form on his temples and onto his fringe that he’s holding back.

Still, the latter merely dips his hips into Luhan, slow and gentle as he holds down Luhan’s hips so he won’t thrust up onto him and make him lose all the fine threads of sanity he has left. He smiles, watching as Luhan grunts beneath him quietly, his mouth formed in a slight pout and so he bends down, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss and the latter responds right away, hands coming up to grip Sehun’s shoulders.

He screams himself hoarse into the latter’s mouth when Sehun thrusts into him with a new kind of force, rough and quick as he snaps his hips forward and clenches his ass and he knows he’s already found Luhan’s prostate from the way he’s yelling his name against him nonstop.

By now both of their bodies are gleaming with sweat, breaths sharp and battered against each other’s mouths and by now their movements are irregular, Sehun now too quick and Luhan’s unable to keep up with the timing. He loves the feeling of being filled one moment with the entirety of Sehun’s penis, then being afraid of him pulling out completely as he draws back momentarily, then pushes back all the way in again.

“You’re really pretty you know.” Luhan smiles every time the latter whispers these two words to him, and although it seems as though Sehun’s referring to his facial features, he thinks the latter means so much more to his words than what he hears from the exterior. He firmly believes it.

They’re both close as Sehun’s penis enlarges inside of the former and slips a hand between their working and sex-driven bodies, curling his fingers around the base of Luhan’s sex and squeezes it gently, moving it up and down in time with his thrusts because unlike the latter, he’s able to multitask just a little bit better.

“Shit Luhan,” Sehun cries out, gripping his hips with his palms, not his nails, and comes deep within Luhan, and just a few seconds later, he comes as well onto his own stomach and onto Sehun’s chest, however the taller male’s too tired to notice as he collapses onto the male beneath him.

Once in a while Sehun would give him a hug, telling him how perfect and gorgeous he is, and in response, Luhan would kiss his cheek in appreciation. For as long as Luhan could, they both lie in each other’s embrace, until it’s time to resume work the next day, and Sehun’s a manager and Luhan’s just a doll.

“You’re really pretty you know.” Sehun says to it for the umpteenth time that day, placing a kiss on its temple in the middle of the store and this time, Luhan feels warm against him and he holds him close. He really is like a doll; flawless.

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So I promised myung_soo I'd write her a hunhan oneshot that involves Sehun as a manager of a department store, Luhan as a mannequin, and, well, smut lol. This was kind of rushed because I wanted to get this done before heading off to uni today, and so I hope it's alright ;;

How to Become Tumblr Famous (oneshot)

chens — Mon, 01 Oct 2012 07:10:08 GMT

How to Become Tumblr Famous; kris/lay; implied sehun/luhan; pg; 1,595 words
Yixing finally makes a tumblr account and Jongin, Luhan, Tao, and Minseok give him tips on how to be famous.

How to Become Tumblr Famous;

[11:09:48] Yixing: omg kay guys I finally made a tumblr!!!
[11:09:49] Jongin: whats your url?
[11:09:51] Luhan: yayy!
[11:09:51] Minseok: it's about time omg
[11:09:52] Zitao: follow for follow?
[11:09:53] Yixing: it's prettifulunicorns so follow me errbody!
[11:09:54] Jongin: dude, there's nothing on your blog
[11:09:56] Yixing: i know, i made it like a second ago duh
[11:09:58] Yixing: sure thing Zitao~
[11:09:59] Minseok: what kind of blog is it?
[11:10:03] Yixing: wait what?
[11:10:04] Luhan: he means what kind of theme will you be having for your tumblr?
[11:10:06] Yixing: i...i don't know, what are some types of blogs?
[11:10:09] Luhan: well Sehunnie and i have hipster blogs
[11:10:10] Jongin: please, you do not have a hipster blog, okay? posting pics of slutty teenage girls wearing torn up mom jeans and wearing a cross necklace does not classify as one
[11:10:13] Jongin: if you weren't my friend i'd unfollow you by now, js
[11:10:14] Luhan: oh shut up
[11:10:16] Jongin: and beware Yixing, Luhan and Sehun posts a shit ton of nudes together on their blogs
[11:10:17] Yixing: OH GOD ew thanks for the warning
[11:10:18] Minseok: i have a food porn blog~
[11:10:19] Yixing:...wtf is that
[11:10:22] Minseok: i post pictures of decadent chocolate cake, stringy cheese pizza, bubble tea, you know, food porn
[11:10:25] Yixing: OIC
[11:10:26] Zitao: i have an inspiration blog~ i post inspiring quotes for others when they need it
[11:09:29] Yixing: wait so guys what kind of blog should i have?
[11:10:32] Jongin: IDK, maybe you should have a cat blog like 99.9% of tumblr blogs out there. people tend to eat that shit up
[11:10:34] Yixing: you mean, just post pictures of cats? that sounds lame tbh
[11:10:38] Zitao: it goes with your username tho!
[11:10:43] Yixing: hm, you have a point there
[11:10:45] Yixing: ok guys, i'm signing off now bye~
[11:10:48] Luhan: byebye~
[11:10:51] Minseok: goodnight
[11:10:54] Jongin: ttyl
[11:10:58] Zitao: bye i'll miss you~

toosexyformashirt replied to your post: OMFG CRYING
| who are you talking to?

glitterysehan replied to your post: OMFG CRYING
| its okay xingxing it takes time to get followers~

fyeahfoodpr0n replied to your post: OMFG CRYING
| just post something that's a picture dude

inspirationiseverything liked your post: OMFG CRYING

prettifulunicorns
2012-09-30 17:33

OMFG CRYING. you guys, idk what to do with my blog. What do i post and how do i get followers???

#personal #ADFHJKGHGGDFDS #HELP

[01:25:05] Jongin: wait so your only post was your text post where you pathetically had a mental breakdown?
[01:25:08] Yixing: excuse me. and no, actually i deleted it an hour ago so
[01:25:11] Minseok: LMAO
[01:25:12] Luhan: you could've just reblogged some of my posts you know
[01:25:16 Yixing: Luhan....all of your posts today were pictures of you and Sehun making out. naked. NO FUCKING WAY
[01:25:19] Zitao: you know hyung, you should get tumblr savior so you can blacklist Luhan's 'my bf and i' tag. it's a lifesaver, really
[01:25:23] Yixing: thanks for the the tip~
[01:25:26] Luhan: oh come on, it's not that bad~
[01:25:29] Jongin: hyung, i saw your gross dicks, it doesn't get any worse than that
[01:25:33] Luhan: oh i forgot to crop that part out.....
[01:25:36] Minseok: .......................
[01:25:38] Yixing: ANYWAYS, i guess i'll start posting cute kitties tomorrow
[01:25:42] Minseok: I'm curious, how many followers do you guys have?
[01:25:44] Luhan: 2,502 woot~
[01:25:47] Zitao: of course....i have almost 4k
[01:25:53] Minseok: 3,023
[01:25:58] Yixing: wtf how'd you guys get so many followers?
[01:26:02] Jongin: hyung, there's a few things you need to do in order to get followers. post nudes, post selcas and gifs of yourself, say you'll follow back, post pics and tag the shit out of them, post a pic with a random quote on it, correct other people's grammar, be annoyingly witty and you're good to go!
[01:26:06] Yixing: ......really?
[01:26:10] Minseok: sadly that's how most become ~tumblr famous~
[01:26:15] Zitao: it is but people are desperate so. So Yixing how many followers do you have now?
[01:26:18] Yixing: well i had 4 before Jongfuck decided to unfollow me, you little bitch
[01:26:21] Luhan: ...how could you?
[01:26:25] Jongin: hey, i didn't follow him to see text posts of him ranting away, okay?
[01:26:28] Minseok: wow you're a dick
[01:26:32] Jongin: hyung, now's not the right time for compliments
[01:26:37] Yixing: oh god

toosexyformashirt replied to your photo:
| ew that is an ugly ass kitten

glitterysehan liked your photo

glitterysehan reblogged your photo

fyeahfoodpr0n liked your photo

inspirationiseverything liked your photo

inspirationiseverything reblogged your photo and said:
| ASDFGHJK SO CUTE ;A;

prettifulunicorns
2012-09-28 00:15

#cat #cute #follow back #kitten #One Direction #Exo #Tom Hiddleston #Love

[05:35:04] Jongin: LMAO did you really use all those popular tags for your kitten post?
[05:35:09] Yixing: i got the tip from Zitao~
[05:35:12] Jongin: well here's another tip: STOP TAKING TIPS FROM ZITAO
[05:35:15] Zitao: well excuuuuuuse me
[05:35:19] Jongin: you're excused
[05:35:24] Luhan: at least you've gotten over 100 notes on your post, congrats~
[051:35:28] Yixing: yeah but they all came from you and Zitao. and i see Jongin and Minseok refused to reblog it ugh
[05:35:35] Jongin: it's an ugly kitten, no
[05:35:39] Minseok: hey, people come to my blog expecting food, i can't throw them off like that or i'll lose followers
[05:35:42] Luhan: how many followers did you gain today?
[05:35:46] Yixing: .....3
[05:35:49] Zitao: wow that's awesome! so now you have 7 in all?
[05:35:52] Yixing: nope it's 6. Jongin unfollowed me again today
[05:35:56] Minseok: LMAO
[05:35:59] Luhan: Jongin, cut that shit out
[05:36:04] Jongin: yes ma'am ~
[05:36:09] Luhan: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME
[05:36:11] Minseok: Yixing, maybe you should try something else, dare i say become friends with the ~tumblr famous~
[05:36:16] Zitao: hyung, that'll never work
[05:36:19] Luhan: actually, it might. Yixing, tomorrow follow kriswuistheshit and send him an ask!
[05:36:23] Yixing: seriously?
[05:36:29] Jongin: there's a very low chance of that working hyung
[05:36:32] Luhan: you never know

kriswuistheshit asked you:
2012-09-29 17:55

hey thank you so much for the awesome message Yixing. sorry it took
so long for me to reply back, i get a lot of asks everyday so it'll take a while for me to get back to you,
i hope you don't mind. I don't mind being friends with you, i love making new friends on tumblr :)

[12:10:10] Jongin: wait so he actually replied back?? he never replies to my messages!
[12:10:14] Yixing: yeah he sent me one like, 10 minutes ago and i replied back
[12:10:19] Luhan: what did you say to him?
[12:10:23] Yixing: i don't know but there was a lot of flailing and key smashing going on
[12:10:28] Minseok: how embarrassing
[12:10:33] Zitao: oh my gosh Yixing, you're so lucky! maybe he saw your selca in your about page
[12:10:37] Yixing: nah, i don't think he would like me. besides doesn't he have a tumblr girlfriend?
[12:10:43] Minseok: nope, they broke up
[12:10:48] Luhan: come on Yixing for for it~
[12:10:52] Jongin: yeah, just don't make yourself look like a desperate whore that's all
[12:10:56 ]Yixing: gee, thanks for your words of wisdom Jongin
[12:10:59] Jongin: anytime bro

kriswuistheshit started following you

kriswuistheshit reblogged your photo: the only thing standing between

kriswuistheshit liked your photo: the only thing standing between

toosexyformashirt replied to your photo: the only thing standing between
| ....wtf does the quote have to do with your pic?

glitterysehan liked your photo: the only thing standing between

glitterysehan reblogged your photo: the only thing standing between

fyeahfoodpr0n liked your photo: the only thing standing between

inspirationiseverything liked your photo: the only thing standing between

inspirationiseverything reblogged your photo: the only thing standing between and said:
| this is so inspirational~

prettifulunicorns
2012-10-01 19:33

| The only thing standing between me and total happiness is reality.

#cute #follow back #kitten #One Direction #Exo #Tom Hiddleston #Love #quotes

kriswuistheshit asked you:
2012-09-30 19:30

wow um is that you in that photo you just posted? you look absolutely stunning ;)

[11:24:16] Yixing: YOU GUYS KRIS STARTED FOLLOWING ME AND HE SENT ME A FLIRTY MESSAGE OMFG CAN'T BREAHTE
[11:24:21] Luhan: woah okay enough with the caps it's making my eyes hurt
[11:24:24] Zitao: wow hyung, your idea actually worked o____o
[11:24:29] Minseok: of course, I am a genius after all
[11:24:34] Luhan: no, you're just a baozi
[11:24:36] Minseok: Luhan
[11:24:40] Luhan: BAOZIIIIIIIIIIII
[11:24:44] Minseok: no
[11:24:49] Jongin: and dude. what the fuck how in the world did you get over 1,000 notes on your selca with the lame quote?
[11:24:53] Zitao: OMG R U SRS
[11:24:58] Luhan: it's because Kris reblogged from him
[11:25:03] Jongin: wow he must've been drunk
[11:25:09] Minseok: .........and then followed him and sent him a message?
[11:25:10] Jongin: ......yeah he must've been /really/ drunk
[11:25:15] Yixing: Jongin, stop trying to ruin my happiness
[11:25:19] Jongin: the only thing standing between you and total happiness is me
[11:25:22] Yixing: ......................
[11:25:28] Luhan: .....................
[11:25:34] Minseok: .......................
[11:25:39] Zitao: .......................
[11:25:44] Jongin: AHAHAHAHA OH MAN I'M SO WITTY~

prettifulunicorns
2012-10-02 23:14

First person in my inbox gets to be my
tumblr boyfriend forever.

#i bet no one's gonna do this ;A;

glitterysehan asked you:
2012-10-02 23:17

YOU'RE MINE EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SEHUN SHH

kriswuistheshit asked you:
2012-10-02 23:15

MINE.

[09:09:15] Yixing: you guys....Kris is my tumblr boyfriend
[09:09:19] Minseok: OMfG
[09:09:23] Zitao: WAT
[09:09:29] Jongin: LMAO poor fella
[09:09:33] Luhan: aww man ;A;
[09:09:37] Jongin: wait hyung don't you already have Sehun?
[09:09:44] Luhan: yeah but still...

I'm Coming! (drabble)

chens — Sat, 29 Sep 2012 07:20:14 GMT

I'm Coming!; Sehun/Luhan, PG-13; failed humor, general; 751 words
Because Luhan and Sehun are horny little dolphins and Yifan wants to kill them for that.

I'm Coming!;

"Oh god we're going to be late." Yifan paces around the room as he mutters a few obscenities, fingers trailing in his hair as he impatiently waits for Sehun and Luhan to hurry the fuck up and get downstairs so they can leave for their recording. They were already half an hour late, both leaders realize as beads of sweat on their foreheads made their fringes over their eyes slick and oily.

Not that it mattered anyway, they would need a thorough makeover once they reached their destination. The producers and staff would not like this one bit, not at all since this would be deemed as unacceptable and unprofessional behavior, and being practically newborns in the entertainment industry, they absolutely could not afford to have such a horrid reputation branded to them at such an early stage in their career.

"Please don't tell me they're having sex again. Remember the last time when we were almost late to the Happy Camp recording? Those two just went at it like horny dolphins all morning." Yixing comments and everyone just blinks at him.

"Dolphins get horny?" Jongin snorts.

"Of course! In fact, sometimes female dolphins act like little sluts by having a threesome." Yixing replies so nonchalantly and it's no wonder the rest of the members can never stay near him for more than two seconds flat.

"And you would know this, how?" Jongdae asks Yixing folds his arms across his chest, pressing his lips together in a tight lock before answering, "I like to watch the National Geographic channel, sue me."

The rest of the members didn't bother with retorting with another witty comeback.

"Yixing, how does it feel when someone has sex anyway?" Zitao asked, his tone very serious thank you very much, and Yixing just snickers upon this obvious virgin's question.

"It's like delving yourself in some delicious, warm chocolate cake. Sweet and enticing." Zitao raises an eyebrow and Yixing sighs in response because for a second he thought the youngest didn't comprehend what was said.

"Store bought or homemade?"

"Homemade. Definitely. Unless you have a shitty orgasm, then it's stale, store bought cake for sure." Yixing said, placing much emphasis on the last word as his tongue rolls much too slow upon pronouncing it, and for once Yifan tries to hold himself back from backhanding everyone in the room because they're annoying him just by breathing the same air as him.

Those peasants.

"You know what, I'll see what they're doing." Yifan mutters to himself through clenched teeth, almost to a painful degree, but everything to him felt numb from the tips of his toes going up because of the adrenaline rush coursing everywhere from his seething anger. Upon reaching Luhan's room, Yifan doesn't hesitate in attempting to practically pound down the door with a large fist. Thundering blows to the door filled the quiet hallways, but it wasn't like the leader gave a shit anyway.

Meanwhile through the other side of the wall, Sehun's fucking Luhan to Monday, even if it was currently Monday already, and the older male clutches onto the warm sheets, fingers curling and tangling themselves into them as he feels something tight and heavy pooling at the bottom of his stomach. Their movements are messy, jagged, and both were so close in fulfillment that they're practically weeping, like an elderly woman watching one of those sappy Lifetime movies, except this is for a greater purpose, really.

"Luhan and Sehun! Get your asses downstairs now before our manager returns! He's already pissed as it is―"

"Oh god I'm coming!" Luhan suddenly cries out and Yifan almost jumps in his spot because he's never heard the latter scream himself hoarse like that before. Still, he's content with the answer given to him.

"Finally!" Yifan exclaims when he returns with the other members.

"What are they doing?" Zitao asks and Yifan exhales, "I'm not sure, but Luhan says he's coming so," he merely shrugs and Yixing and Jongin exchange quick but suggestive glances.

"They're at it again." They both say simultaneously and finally Yifan gets it, and he's practically burning at this point. Those bastards. Tonight, he would have a long lecture with those two, and he will make sure it's as boring and twice as long as his usual ones so they'll suffer under his wrath. And to top it all off, he'll use all of his sickeningly corny jokes till they die a horrible death from them. Oh yes, he'll make sure that happens.

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oh god this is just one giant pile of fail at it's finest OTL

Punishment (oneshot)

chens — Thu, 27 Sep 2012 06:47:43 GMT

Punishment; Xiuchen; nc-17; 2,300 words; smut
Jongdae didn't think Minseok would get this upset.

Punishment;

“What was that?” Luhan stares at the entrance with frenzied eyes, and Yixing, his eyes glued to the television with fingers pressing against the remote control lazily, asks, “What was what?”

The two boys flinch back against the couch when the apartment door swings against the wall with an ear shattering crack accompanied by loud grunts and shouts in the already cramped room. Yixing and Luhan are completely still and merely stare at the fighting couple with widened eyes and parted lips.

“Unhand my arm Minseok,” Jongdae commands the older male through hard eyes and clenched teeth, but Minseok retaliates and condenses his hand further into Jongdae’s wrist until his knuckles turn white. Jongdae grunts from the applied pressure and lack of blood flow in the area.

“Shut up.” Minseok says nonchalantly and doesn’t even faze when Jongdae wrings and contorts his wrist in all sorts of peculiar directions; that by itself infuriates the older male even further. Yixing groans into Luhan’s shoulder as he finally comprehends the situation.

“Don’t leave too many hickeys on him,” Yixing bites back the need to twitch his lips in a smirk, “we have a photo shoot tomorrow.” Minseok whips his head to Yixing’s direction and the latter presses his lips together in apprehension.

“Fuck off Yixing.” Minseok snarls and Yixing whimpers cowardly in response.

“Got it.”

It doesn’t take Minseok much of an effort to force Jongdae into their shared room, as he’s several pounds bigger. Jongdae with one swift movement manages to swing off the bed after being forcefully launched on it. “No,” the back of his head falls against the pillows and cold sheets when intruding hands push at his chest.

“God Minseok we were only dancing.” Jongdae shuffles backwards but meets a dead end when his back touches a solid surface. “Oh really?” Minseok mocks and crawls towards the shorter male, and just when they’re close enough, he hooks long fingers over his calve and slides him down so he’s now hovering over Jongdae.

“You were grinding your ass against his dick Jongdae. That’s not dancing, that’s fucking.” Minseok politically corrects him with an intense amber gaze and unconsciously, Jongdae convulses beneath him as the hair follicles on his warm skin turns to tiny flecks.

“Scared?” Minseok taunts him while running a teasing index finger down his forearm, but Jongdae merely snickers in response, “Never.” He rests clammy hands on Minseok’s pectorals, applying much needed energy to shove him off.

“Oh no you don’t,” Minseok webs their fingers together and presses their faces close that their lips barely graze, “stay still or I’ll have to restrain you.” Minseok stares intently into Jongdae’s frenzied eyes and the latter immediately freezes beneath him upon his threat. Minseok peppers light kisses on his cheeks in appreciation.

“Good boy.” He praises and releases one of Jongdae’s hands to sink his extended fingers into the underside of the latter’s jaw line. Jongdae grunts from the prodding fingers impaling into his skin but Minseok simply ignores him.

Impatient and cogent lips press against Jongdae’s and the latter’s mewling subconsciously into Minseok’s own mouth. Minseok’s lips curve upwards against Jongdae’s and purposely blows warm air into his mouth when he says, “You’re enjoying this aren’t you.”

“Please.” Jongdae scoffs. He doesn’t answer but it’s not like Minseok needs one anyways. The elder male dips his hips into Jongdae’s and dry humps him in slow, succulent motions. Jongdae reaches to grab Minseok’s shoulders to lever himself up and uses his lips to conceal the small squeaks that were forcing their way out from the painful friction of their groins.

Minseok merely chuckles in Jongdae’s mouth and presses fingers just a little more into the contours of Jongdae’s jaw. He tries to deepen their kiss with tongue, but the younger male is defiant and clamps his mouth shut in refusal. Minseok pokes his tongue against the slit of Jongdae’s lips, but he’s rather stubborn, Minseok thinks with aggravation.

He suddenly pulls away and sits up and Jongdae watches him with careful eyes, thinking what in the world is he—oh.

Minseok sits up and straddles Jongdae’s hips, tightening his thighs around the petite male’s waist to add more friction and subtract the amount of space separating them. Jongdae, his breath now completely straggled and ragged, looks up with a dazed demeanor in his eyes but quickly directs his attention away from the burning male above him.

He bit his lips with a small smile; it pleased him to know that Minseok was infuriated at this point.

“Open your mouth.” Minseok orders him but Jongdae merely shakes his head. “No.” He says nonchalantly and Minseok sees nothing else but crimson red at this point. Digging fingers part Jongdae’s lips despite his futile attempts to keep them closed.

“You can’t win with me.” Minseok states before his warm tongue intrudes Jongdae’s mouth and glides it painstakingly slowly onto the shorter male’s.

“Minseok, Minseok,” Streams of curses flood Jongdae’s mouth quietly when he chants the elder male’s name with a muffled voice repeatedly. Minseok caresses the spot he abused earlier with gentle fingers.

“What is it my little sex naiad?”

Minseok croons into his mouth but the latter doesn’t respond. The elder male moves toward Jongdae’s bottom lip and traps it between his own, sucking and drawing it into his mouth before drifting his tongue over the now swollen area. Suddenly, Minseok pulls back with widened eyes when he felt jagged teeth dig themselves into his lower lip.

Jongdae just bit him.

Minseok grazes his hand over the purple blot at the corner of his lips and snickers at Jongdae’s proud outlook. Well, he was now going to do everything in his power to destroy it.

“Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach.”

Jongdae remains lying still against the sheets spilled messily on the mattress and Minseok’s patience was running thin. “Now,” he practically barks and Jongdae scrambles to sit up to remove his shirt and jeans and boxers in one fluid motion. Minseok follows suit and now they’re both stark naked, pale skins glimmering from the room light above their heads.

The elder male’s direct line of sight is Jongdae’s cock and he sneers at how hard he is. The latter’s cheeks redden and he bites his own lower lip, creating small crescents on the sensitive skin. Minseok almost groans at Jongdae’s seemingly virtuous ministrations.

“Lie down.” Minseok commands and doesn’t even wait for Jongdae to roll on his stomach as he flips him over turbulently with much haste. He hushes the shorter male’s strangled yelp and courses his fingers onto the curve of Jongdae’s milky ass and brings up his hands to smack the area, not too hard as to hurt him, but enough to humiliate him.

“Minseok!” Jongdae practically screams and muffles his other cries into the pillow underneath him. Minseok chortles with great satisfaction as he kneads the light pink area on Jongdae’s ass. The corners of Jongdae’s eyes crinkle together, the feeling of Minseok’s fingers sinking into his ass being much more painful for him than the actual spanking.

“Say you’re sorry Jongdae.” Another slap lands on Jongdae’s ass, and another one.

“Oh god I’m sorry Minseok!” Jongdae’s cries muffle into the pillows, and although Minseok heard his heartfelt apology, he never said he would end his punishment.

After the fifth hit, Minseok lost count of the amount of times he spanks Jongdae; the feeling of his hand coming into contact with the soft muscle and the sounds of the shorter male’s curt screams excited him even further.

Unknown to Minseok, Jongdae’s dick enlarges even further from every slap and he winces when it presses against the bed, choked between himself and the firm mattress. When Minseok’s hand begins to slightly sting, he reluctantly pulls away and holds onto Jongdae’s waist to turn him over again.

His heart jumps to his throat when the first thing he notices is Jongdae’s empty, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling. It scares him even further when the latter remains unmoving and he starts to panic internally, pulsations rising and bile reaching to his throat because the last thing he wants is to kill him, even though he’s well aware that merely spanking his ass couldn’t possibly do such a thing. He places his hand on the younger male’s cheek and swaddles his thumb over the skin airily. “Jongdae, are you alright?”

The caring and considerate Minseok returns and Jongdae smiles, placing a chaste kiss on the palm of his hand as an indication that yes, he was. “I’m fine.” Jongdae murmurs quietly and Minseok nods curtly and smiles back so faintly that Jongdae almost misses it.

Minseok crawls over the silent male until his lips are so, so close to the head of Jongdae’s cock. His own rests right above Jongdae’s lips. “Don’t think I’m starting to turn soft on you now.” Minseok tells, him, lowering his hips until the tip of his cock grazes against Jongdae’s lips suggestively. This was an invitation Jongdae couldn’t refuse, and so he parts his lips wide, hands coming up to Minseok’s upper thighs and pulls him down even lower, taking him whole in one shot.

“You’re getting better at this.” Minseok sighs against Jongdae’s dick, tongue prodding out as he lightly touches the underside of the latter’s cock. Jongdae hums throatily against Minseok, involuntarily nipping on the skin as he takes him even further down his mouth, just until the tip is barely touching his uvula. Minseok pulls away momentarily, “Suck harder.”

Jongdae nods, his cheeks becoming hollow as he draws Minseok’s cock further into his mouth, hands lowering themselves to pinch and massage at the latter’s balls, his favorite. “Yeah, that’s right.” Minseok says in approval, his mouth hovering over Jongdae’s dick again as his teeth grazes against the base of the latter’s penis and moves in slow, upward downward motions.

Jongdae fights against the need to pull away and scream obscenities as Minseok devours his dick as thick, grueling pressure sinks to his lower stomach. The younger was never one to last long when it came to oral sex, and he finds it to be quite embarrassing in the least. His hips snap upwards into Minseok’s mouth, and he freezes when the elder starts to choke.

He yelps against Minseok’s dick when he feels a sting on the back of his thigh. “Do not thrust into my mouth.” Minseok warns and Jongdae makes a mental note to keep his hips unmoving. Jongdae pulls out completely, and just when Minseok was about to do the same as to bark at the younger, the former presses an open mouth to the base of the latter’s cock, his tongue creating a wet trail all the way to the tip.

He spits on the head, a ball of saliva collecting at the area and lips work at Minseok’s cock again, his obscene slurping noises filling the room along with their quite huffs and suddenly Minseok pulls away from Jongdae, coming up to sit on the latter’s face. Jongdae groans from the loss of heat and the elder laughs mockingly, “Did you really think I was going to let you come? Keep going you slut.”

Hips dip lower against Jongdae’s lips and he gags, impending fingers sinking into Minseok’s hips. His own cock needs release, and seeing that Minseok wasn’t going to make him come anytime soon, he figures he would jerk himself off once the latter leaves. Minseok grunts and Jongdae could feel him growing bigger into his mouth, a clear indication that he was going to come.

Grabbing onto Minseok’s hips with a tight grip, Jongdae moves his head up and down Minseok’s shaft as one of his hands trail lower to nip at the latter’s neglected sacs. Minseok comes right then and there in long spurts and he’s now thrusting into Jongdae’s mouth as he rides out his orgasm, uncaring that the latter was gagging once again from beneath him. Jongdae laps everything up, seeing that he has no other choice.

Minseok releases himself from Jongdae’s mouth, and just as the younger was about to sit up, Minseok merely pushes him onto the sheets before walking to their dresser, pulling out a wiry piece of rope from one of the drawers. Jongdae gulps.

“Minseok?” He practically squeaks and Minseok laughs upon seeing Jongdae’s frightened outlook. Jongdae was both scared and sexually frustrated; he honestly hates restraints and he needs to come right now because erection at this point literally hurts. Minseok grapples both of Jongdae’s hands in his own small one, lifting him closer against the headboard and as he binds the latter, making sure the rope would leave nice, purple bands against his skin later on.

"Wait, you're not seriously going to leave me hanging like this are you?" Frenzied eyes glance at Minseok's dark ones and the latter ignores him, or rather, just chuckles for an answer and Jongdae does not like the sound of that one bit.

Jongdae winces when he squirms against the restraints, giving up almost immediately because he can fucking feel the twine biting at his skin and Minseok leans over him, fingers hooking themselves over his jaw as he kisses him, long and hard for a few seconds. Jongdae immediately presses back into him for a split second just before Minseok pulls away completely, “If you make a single peep, see what I will do to you tonight,” he warns as fingers snake themselves around Jongdae’s shaft teasingly, releasing his grip once the latter starts snapping his hips into his hand.

“And don’t you dare come unless I tell you to, understand?” Minseok waits for a response and Jongdae nods only once, fighting back the need to jerk back when the elder soothes a hand over his cheek, because this seemingly kind gesture is a hell of a lot more humiliating than being spanked on the ass, that's for sure. “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

After putting on a simple tee and sweats, Minseok turns to look at Jongdae one more time, chuckling under his breath as he turns the lock with a low click before shutting the door.

That would be the last time Jongdae goes out dancing with Minseok, he thinks as he waits for his erection to die down.

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OTL this was such a fail, I'm well aware of that and I'm super sorry omg ;A; this was sitting in my docs for a few months now so I decided to finish it at 3am oh god. This was completely rushed so there's going to be a ton of mistakes so I apologize beforehand. By the way I'm currently writing a longfic for xiuchen (8,000 words and counting) and I'm still waiting for its_rayning's xiuchen fic ahem.

Making History (drabble)

chens — Tue, 18 Sep 2012 05:12:23 GMT

Making History; g; Kris-centric; Kris/Tao, Kris/Lay; 871 w.; general, angst
In which Yifan breaks down into bits and pieces during and after the Billboard Awards.

Making History;

Yifan's hands remain quivering even as he rests them on his mid thighs, pressing stiff fingers into his skin and he's sure there would be marks later. He can feel bile rising in his throat and funny thing is, they were all still in the confinements of their hotel rooms, getting dressed for the Billboard Awards.

His mind remains blank, uncaring about repeating his already prepared speech and instead, moments of the past when he was still living in Canada with his family relayed in his mind over and over. Such as when he's watch his mother prepare gourmet meals for them every night, taking in all the spices and aromas that filled the kitchen constantly. Or when he's spend weekends with his father playing catch as his mother and grandmother watch with adoring smiles and quiet little cheers, just like when Yifan announced he was moving to Korea to become an idol. To this day, he remains thankful that his parent's didn't force him to abandon his dreams, but to chase after it, make them his forever.

"Yifan, are you alright?" Yifan almost jumps in his seat when he feels the bed dip slightly from added weight. When did Zitao get here? The leader closes his eyes, leaning his head into Zitao's palm when the latter starts stroking his hair from the side, all loving and with a worried pair of eyes gazing at him. "I'm fine," Yifan says, and is surprised to say the least when Zitao suddenly has his arms locked around the former's neck. Yifan feels fresh, hot tears against his neck, and he laughs, throat quivering and everything. "You're such a crybaby Zitao." Yifan says as he presses into the latter, soothing his back as he quietly shushes him.

"I'm not," Zitao pulls away, his expression defiant, and Yifan laughs even harder, this time more stable than before. "I'm so nervous for today, Yifan. Aren't you?" Yifan freezes. No, he doesn't feel nervous walking on stage at the Billboard Awards. He's not wondering constantly if their efforts for all these years have gone wasted, that in the end, they've failed themselves, but worst of all, everyone else. He just doesn't know, and to this moment, those uncertain feelings still haunt him. "Of course not, I'm so pumped!" He cheers with glimmering crescents, and thankfully, Zitao buys his fake enthusiasm.

Bile still lingers in his throat even after Zitao exits the room.

Now they're all on stage, Yifan the first to enter and he swears his legs are about to give out at any given moment. The rest trail behind him, Yixing silently clinging onto him and unnoticed by others, Yifan grabs him by the waist, hand shaking and knuckles turning white as he grips the fabric of Yixing's shirt just a little too hard. "Yifan, it's okay. You can do this. We can do this, together." Yixing whispers as the MC begins talking, and Yifan can only nod, his expression completely solemn as beads of sweat roll down both sides of his temples.

Bile is still lodged in his throat, and suddenly the air feels tight, and the entire room seems to be spiraling and he feels like he's about to pass out at any given moment, if it weren't for Yixing acting as his personal wall for support, whispering encouraging words to him in his left ear. Suddenly, the MC announces that they won the most popular group award and Yifan stops breathing.

He suddenly remembers blocking his family's numbers from his cell phone, purposely deleting their loving emails towards him, and all the painstaking hours of him and the rest of the members practicing the rigorous dance routines from dawn till dusk. He remembers all the sweat, blood and tears they shed together, crying in the practice rooms late at night, talking among each other about how much they're missing from their families, all the get-togethers, everything.

And when they all watch the slideshow together, of all of them together from the moment of their debut, his vision suddenly becomes blurry, saltwater slowly trickling down his skin. He peers to his side, and he watches as all the members direct their attention to the screen, their noses running and eyes glistening with tears. And when he watches as Zitao and Yixing, little Yixing shed their tears, Yifan finally breaks down.

After years of holding back his tears for the sake of his family, his friends, himself, and his dreams, they finally decide to let go, and Yifan doesn't realize that he's sobbing into his hands until the MC hands him a clean tissue. He slightly bows, taking hold of the cloth and he turns to Yixing, all smiles and tears and the latter says, "Yifan, we did it."

Yifan nods rigorously, and when they all meet up together backstage, Yifan pulls them all together, into one figure, and for a few minutes, they're all clinging to each other, laughing and crying all at the same time. Yifan looks at each and every one of them, sharing charitable smiles and knows that, for as long as he's still alive, he will continue loving his members, being there for them as they all make history together.

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I'm so proud of our 12 dorks <3 We are one!

Of Handjobs, Avocado Masks, and Mandarin Lessons (oneshot)

chens — Thu, 13 Sep 2012 05:15:30 GMT

Of Handjobs, Avocado Masks, and Mandarin Lessons; Kris/Chen; NC-17; 5,231 w.
Chaos ensues when Yifan doesn’t know how to act when around Jongdae so Yixing steps in to help.
Written for the sncj_reversebb challenge! This is the artwork I wrote for.

Of Handjobs, Avocado Masks, and Mandarin Lessons;

For the most part, Jongdae and Yifan’s relationship is very simple, with little to no complications and conversations kept to a couple words at most.

They’re not exactly the type to have playful bantering like Yifan would with Yixing on a day to day basis when the leader was in need of some much love and attention. Yifan doesn’t dote on him as he does with Zitao whenever the latter compliments him on practically everything he does, including breathing. Yifan isn’t one to prod at Jongdae’s cheeks, because they’re just too sunken in, nothing like Minseok’s at all. Lastly, Yifan and Jongdae don’t get into comical physical altercations as the older one would with Luhan when he would purposely misbehave with the leader.

Jongdae likes this kind of straightforward connection he harbors with Yifan, and he’s sure the latter feels the same.

It’s Friday night, probably sometime past one o’clock, Jongdae isn’t too sure anymore. They did quite a bit today, practicing their dance routine for their comeback and recording a few of their songs, in Mandarin of course. Having the most lines, Jongdae spent the longest in the recording room, having to repeat the lyrics incessantly till he was able to achieve a near perfect pronunciation of Mandarin while singing simultaneously.

Sometimes, he would become too engrossed in enunciating each word carefully as to not mumble the vowels and consonants that he’d just say the words without any hint of tonality and rhythm to create a kind of set tune, and vice versa. Still, the corners of his lips were left arched while the members gave him encouragement from outside. He finally finished a couple hours ago, and now they’re practicing their new choreography.

Yifan’s movements now are laggard, almost as if he’s simply dragging his feet across the floor, and Jongdae notices the dark purple eye bags and the clump of red veins at the corner of his eyes growing more apparent as the night wore on.

Yixing’s motions were precise, smooth, quick, and their dance instructor nods in approval, his arms folded across his chest upon observing him. By now everyone had given up for tonight, their white towels practically soaked in the pungent smell of sweat, but of course, Yixing’s steps never falter. Droplets of sweat form at his temples, cascading downwards, stopping just as it meets the tip of his chin. Sometimes, he crinkles his nose a certain way, and that was a sign for all of them that Yixing’s waist was giving out again.

After several minutes, Yifan finally convinces him to head back to the dorm. “You did well Yixing,” his hand reaches the main dancer’s mid back, patting it a few times that soon turn to adoring little strokes. Yixing nods, hooking an arm around Yifan's neck, and the leader listens to the quiet, ragged breaths from the latter’s slightly parted mouth.

Everyone was tired. During the ride back to their dorms, Jongdae braces his back against the stiff leather chairs, propping his head to the side on Yifan’s shoulder. He falls into a fitful sleep right away, shifting around constantly in an attempt to get into a more snug position. Yifan doesn’t do anything; his head’s flopping back and forth against the headrest from the little bumps on the road that convulsed the vehicle while his eyes were fixated in front of him, staring beyond the vast number of honking cars in front of them.

He doesn’t even say anything when he notices a small quagmire of drool cascading down Jongdae’s chin and onto his shoulder, a dark patch forming on his shirt. Jongdae’s a cute and likeable kid, Yifan thinks as he watches more spit accumulate on his shirt. He’s small, petite, has one hell of a voice, and is kind for the most part, always dedicated to overcoming obstacles, in this case learning Mandarin.

He’s cute, almost pretty looking when he sleeps, long eyelashes almost resting on his under eyes. It was late, and not too long after, Yifan also closes his eyes and falls unconscious.

Jongdae’s standing in front of Yifan during the Go All Out recording, twirling around on the tips of his toes, tweaking the round ears of his sauna lamb towel as a force of habit. Today he feels especially heavy, staying mostly to himself as the rest of the members formed their own little groups, Yifan, Yixing, and Zitao gathered together near the edge of the pool and Minseok and Luhan not too far behind.

Presently, it feels like the back of Jongdae’s head is being hollowed out after only getting an hour’s worth of sleep the night before and sometimes he’d grapple the back of his head, fisting his hair, trying anything to alleviate the biting palpitations.

And then Yifan's standing in front of him (when did he get here?), tugging on his ears in a lighthearted teasing, his throat crooning softly when he chuckles and the creases of Jongdae’s eyes furrow deeper and he’s practically whining, “Hyung, stop.”

Yifan brushes off what he thinks is a playful plea, and he circles Jongdae’s chest with his arms, swinging the rooted latter a few times, his feet dangling slightly in midair. Jongdae unmistakably hears laughter coming from Yifan; however he was not entertained in the slightest. And he feels strange about it, because he’s never particularly in a grouchy mood with the exception of today.

“Stop, I have a headache.” Jongdae’s voice is hoarser this time, and the leader sets him down promptly, shuffling around a bit, and then lowering his head in a slight bow. “I’m, I’m sorry.” Yifan’s apology sounded courteous, and Jongdae undoubtedly feels a small tinge of guilt but he ends up not saying anything at all, following closely behind Minseok and Luhan.

“You’re kind of a jackass, you know.” Yixing props an elbow on Yifan's shoulder coolly, and the latter attempts to shrug his arm off, the noises coming from him almost sounding like little snarls when Yixing remains unmoving.

“Hey, I said I was sorry. I didn’t even know he wasn’t feeling well.” Yixing finally releases his hold, and Yifan doesn’t miss that split second of the main dancer rolling his eyes at the remark. “Wow, now you’re even more of a jackass for not paying attention when Jongdae was complaining about his headache all day.”

Oh.

That was all that came out of Yifan's lips and Yixing purses his own together, shaking his head disapprovingly and biting back the need to heave a sigh loud enough for him to hear. “And what was all that just now anyway? I didn’t know you and Jongdae were all touchy feely with each other.”

“We’re not. I mean, once in a while we’d give each other little pats on the shoulders but―”

“Oh, I think I get it now. No need to say anymore.” Yixing pivots on his heel, walking towards Zitao who’s alone at the edge of the pool and Yifan thinks oh no you don’t, fisting the hem of the latter’s t-shirt to hold him in place.

“Zhang Yixing,” Yifan's not serious if he doesn’t utter the boy’s full name, “what are you thinking?” Yixing shimmies out of the leader’s hold, smoothing out the small wrinkles at the bottom of his shirt, the curved indentation on his cheeks becoming more pronounced, and suddenly Yifan's stomach begins to curl.

“You like him.”

Yifan feels his throat oscillating heavily when he practically gnarrs at Yixing as the latter shrugs his shoulders. Yifan knows this boy is nothing short of a genius and mastermind, an evil one at that. He just, for some unknown reason to everyone else, likes to play dumb.

“Of course I do. I like him a lot.” Yifan too shrugs his shoulders so nonchalantly, and Yixing’s wriggling his eyebrows at his declaration. “Well, that was easier than I thought.”

Yifan groans, pushing his hair back with wiry fingers, and Yixing just grins at how seemingly agitated the leader gets when he pushes his buttons just a little too hard.

“Yixing, why do you always feel the need to take my straightforward words out of context?”

“Because it’s so much more fun that way.” Yixing laughs when he dodges a joking punch to his upper arm.

Yixing was right though, Yifan does have a liking towards Jongdae, much different than the rest of their members. He feels indifferent when it comes to the main vocalist because there’s something else there when once in a while he’ll wrap firm fingers around Jongdae and pull him closer. There’s a tugging feeling in his chest, and it feels bad and good all at the same time.

He finds it relatively calming when listening to Jongdae singing their ballads from the album and afterwards, he finds himself humming along to the tunes. Yifan thinks though, that Jongdae sees him merely as an older brother, and so he tries to change that, to make the younger see him as something more. The only problem is, he’s not entirely sure how.

On some nights, Yifan likes to sleep naked, much to Jongdae’s surprise.

They’re both not shy when it comes to changing in front of each other, after all they’ve gotten used to it when switching wardrobe after wardrobe practically in the blink of an eye in the middle of performances. But, Jongdae was uncomfortable upon seeing Yifan's ass and dick dangling between his legs.

The first time it happened was when they had just returned from their first recording for a Chinese variety show, and everyone was beat. Jongdae didn’t even bother brushing his teeth or washing off the smoldered eyeliner and thick foundation that smelled oddly similar to paint. He changed into his pajamas and called it a night.

He was still awake when Yifan came in a few minutes after and the leader removed all his clothes, starting from his dress shirt and worked his way down. Yifan doesn’t have defined abs like the rest of them; he’s a bit flabby in his lower abdomen but he did have slight pelvic muscles running from his lower hips. His pants came off next and Jongdae almost choked on his own saliva when his boxers were on the floor beside his skinny jeans.

He remained stiffened on his bed, watching as Yifan fell on his own onto his back. All Jongdae could think was Yifan's ass and penis are in full view. He can see his ass and cock. And being disturbed is an understatement.

“Hyung?” Jongdae croaks, and when he looks over, Yifan had his head cocked to the opposite side, probably already slumbering.

“What is it?” Maybe not.

“Well, I’m not sure if you noticed, but I can see your dick.”

Yifan laughed, which wasn’t really a laugh, just a few chuckles and Jongdae’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed, “I’m very much aware of it, but thank you for letting me know.”

Oh, came out as a tiny squeak for Jongdae. And then he thought, maybe it’s because Yifan's too tired to actually change his clothes and decided to sleep, naked. Yeah, that’s it.

Jongdae doesn’t remember sleeping that night.

There were also a few occasions when Jongdae’s caught him masturbating, fortunately under the sheets. Jongdae had woken up at two in the morning, eyes going wide when he hears soft rustling and unfamiliar sounds coming from their room.

He thought a crazy stalker fan had managed to get into their room, and almost calls out for Yifan, that is, until he looks over and there he was, head resting against the headboard and he’s rubbing his cock from underneath the blankets, from what he can make out from the odd movements of their leader’s hand. Jongdae quietly sinks his head underneath his pillow, hoping to drown out the low grunts from Yifan. He makes a mental note to bleach his eyes the next day.

From then on, Jongdae avoids him at all cost during the course of the day during their activities. Sometimes, Yifan would walk up to him casually with a bit of a smile, trying to tell him he’s doing a great job in his Mandarin but Jongdae just clings to Minseok and although he feels bad about it, he can’t shake off the awkwardness he feels after seeing the leader naked.

The rest notice the slight tension between the two, although no one is aware of their situation. It was evident by the way Jongdae would look so meek and afraid when Yifan would approach the rest of the group. They figured he was intimidated by him, but they knew somehow that wasn’t the case. Everyone who knew Yifan was aware that his personality is nothing like his outward appearance.

Still, they decided to stay out of it.

One morning, Yixing walks in their room for Yifan’s iPod and both Jongdae and their leader are sitting in an upright position on their beds upon hearing the intruder’s shrill scream.

“Yifan, what the fuck?!” He’s bellowing like mad and Yifan and Jongdae watch him pace around the room with half lidded and squinted eyes, getting accustomed to the blaring light peering through the crack of the curtains.

“Is there a reason why you’re yelling your head off at eight in the morning?” Yifan’s voice is much too hoarse and low for Jongdae to understand anything he said, but Yixing heard every utterance.

“You can’t be serious. I can see your flat ass! God Jongdae how are your eyes not bleeding by now?” Yixing’s a very calm person for the most part, so seeing him burst into a multitude of emotions was quite comical for him to say in the least.

Jongdae snorted, “Oh trust me, they do. I like to keep a few tissues handy just in case.” He wasn’t looking when Yifan creased his eyebrows together at his crude statement.

“Yifan, you and I need to have a serious talk. And put some clothes on dammit!”

They do eventually talk, and for a long time while Jongdae decided to lounge in Luhan’s room.

“You’re really an idiot sometimes.” That was how their conversation started and already Yifan wanted to throw Yixing across the room in agitation.

His groans come out in raspy breaths, “I swear I didn’t have any bad intentions, I just wanted to, I don’t know―”

Yixing’s laughed and laughed, clutched onto his stomach and Yifan just, watched him as he sunk to the ground, wearing his dimples as he fell into a fit of laughter.

“So this is why Jongdae’s been acting so weird lately. Way to go Yifan, you managed to scare him off already.” He paused after every syllable to chuckle and Yifan's fingers curled into his palms, teeth clenched and he used every fiber and being to hold himself back from throwing a punch at him.

“It’s not funny okay? I didn’t know how to get closer to him, so I…did this.” His voice at the end faded into oblivion and Yixing stopped laughing, standing up to sit beside Yifan on his slightly stiff mattress.

“There were so many things you could’ve done. Maybe take him out for some ice cream? Teach him some Mandarin? Call him cute nicknames? But exposing your penis to him isn’t one of them god Yifan what is wrong with you?”

“Fuck,” Yifan cursed, “I know I messed up, I don’t need to be told twice.”

“You’re right; you need to be told this all the time.” For once, Yifan's cowered in his seat and Yixing grinned at him with dimples, teeth, everything. “I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but fix things with you and Jongdae before things get out of hand.”

Jongdae likes to spend late nights on his laptop, trying to compress as much Mandarin as possible and retain all the useful bits of information as best as he could. The tonal language is quite a challenge for him, trying to memorize all the nuances and thousands of characters that most don’t even use.

Jongdae hears the faint sound of a click and now Yifan's in the room, his hair pushed back from the thin wire of his headband, his face a horrid puke green color from his avocado mask (he’s trying to go all natural it seems), and both his hands full with his nightly regime. Jongdae suddenly feels the bed dip with added weight and he stops clicking on the mouse, shifting his gaze from the laptop screen to Yifan, then to the laptop screen again.

“Your face smells nice.” Jongdae tries to break the ice first and Yifan merely chuckles without teeth, peering into the screen with him. His heart’s pounding into his chest relentlessly, though thankfully his calm outward appearance doesn’t show it. At least Jongdae is somewhat warming up to him.

“Practicing Mandarin again?” Jongdae gives a slight nod, shutting off his laptop. “I’m done for the night though, it’s just too hard.”

“That’s because you spend too much time on those useless programs.” Yifan prod’s his own cheek and furrows his eyebrows together, pressing his finger and thumb together to rid the sticky residue trapped between the small crevices, “The only way you’ll be able to learn Mandarin is by communication.”

“Communication?” Jongdae dips his head slightly, tucking his upper lip in his lower one, “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, immerse yourself in the language. Listen to everyone around you when they’re speaking Mandarin. And most importantly, speak to others in the language they’re speaking, because that’s the only way you’re going to learn it. Not by these crazy gimmicks like Rosetta Stone. And, maybe I can help you practice sometime. Only if you want to, that is.”

Yifan’s arms stretch high above his head, arching back slightly, easing the tension of his stiff muscles from rigorous dance practice the day before. Jongdae nods, his eyes turning to tiny, glinting crescents. “That would be nice hyung. I mean gege.”

Yifan almost smiles at Jongdae’s coarse pronunciation, and then he remembers the avocado mask and by now the adhesive’s turned completely sapless, drawing out all the embedded impurities on the skin’s surface. Wordlessly, Yifan leaves the room again, probably to wash off the gunk that he slathers on his face every night, and Jongdae’s throat tickles at the leader’s eerie obsession with taking care of his skin.

Now Jongdae’s head’s propped above his folded arms, his legs sprawled across the tangled bed sheets that he forgot to fold this morning. The heels of his feet tap incessantly against the slightly firm mattress, earphones on and listening to Frozen by Evergrey. There was something ironically calming about listening to metal right before he’s deluged himself in much needed sleep for a couple hours.

The songs plays for a second time when Yifan returns, his face back to normal, maybe a little brighter than before, but still normal, and Jongdae grins behind fingers tightly clasped around his lips. He finds it purely comical how Yifan just stands in front of the mirror of their dresser for minutes and minutes, tilting his face to the side, nose pointed upwards as he soothes ling, wiry fingertips over his cheeks.

Jongdae swears Yifan sometimes even twitches his eyebrows when he gets a little too into it. For Yifan, everything had to be done in perfect order, or his face would wreck havoc. And Jongdae thinks it’s a little creepy, being so fixated on his face when there was nothing wrong with it from the start. But in the end, he thinks, whatever, his life, his choices.

On a daily basis, Jongdae’s like fuck it to everything. For example, people tell him all the time that his strong cheekbones scare the hell out of them but he’s like fuck it. There are young trainees fucking in the boys’ bathroom at the SM building but he’s like fuck it. There are people starving in all parts of the world but he’s like fuck it. But for some reason, upon seeing Yifan naked and masturbating to top it off, he can’t say fuck it to that, and he can’t figure out why.

Jongdae’s also different than Yixing in the sense that he doesn’t really expose their leader’s habits and lifestyle, on or off screen, because he thinks it’s no one’s damn business, even if it’s good laughing material for their interview shows that get a bit uncomfortable and silent at certain points.

It’s never not amusing whenever Yifan does his nightly routine. There are exactly four products he uses in all; an essence, an eye cream, a face lotion, and a skin brightening serum. Jongdae pauses his music, listening while Yifan counts to four with every drop on the center of his palm. Then he’d clap his hands a few times, and pat his skin, going from his chin upwards. He spends about five minutes doing this, even after his skin’s soaked up the entire product.

He takes even longer with the other products, and Jongdae doesn’t even try to stay awake and watch Yifan admiring his presence for another half hour in front of their mirror.

“Hi Chen Chen!” That was the nickname Yixing came up with for Jongdae, and although Yifan wasn’t that fond of it at the beginning, he thinks it’ll do for now.

Yifan’s voice was high pitched with a tinge of sweetness at the end, and Jongdae thinks he might’ve thrown up a little in his mouth. He couldn’t figure out what was worse, Yifan's nickname for him or his overly cute and nasal talk.

“Um, hi, but what with the name?” Jongdae stops clicking on the mouse incessantly, sweat accumulating on his forehead when he feels Yifan breathing against the curve of his back.

“It’s my pet name for you. Isn’t it cute?” When Jongdae turns around, his mouth drops when Yifan purses his lips. Their leader was pouting, and Jongdae thinks this is much more frightening than catching him masturbating in bed. No doubt.

“Cute?” Jongdae repeats, his left eye twitching uncomfortably and Yifan bobs his head in affirmation.

“Yeah. Chen Chen. It has a nice to ring to it doesn’t it?” Yifan's eyes flicker down to Jongdae’s and he notices the latter scooting away slightly.

“I suppose it is.” Jongdae mumbles and finally Yifan backs away, “Want to go out for some ice cream?” Jongdae does a double take before closing his laptop screen. He doesn’t say anything at first, only twiddling his thumbs together before shuffling them in his jeans pockets.

“Right now? It’s kind of late, don’t you think?” Yifan shrugs at his response.

“I told our manager we’ll be going out. And if you’re still thinking of not going, it’s my treat.”

Jongdae doesn’t hesitate this time when he reaches for his sweater, and the corner of Yifan's lips starts to curl. “Okay, I’m ready.” Jongdae says as he slips wiry arms into the sleeves of his cotton sweater.

There’s an ice cream parlor at the end of the block where their dorm resides. It’s quaint, soft jazz music filling their ears along with the cloying smell of cotton candy ice cream and other teeth rotting flavors wafting through the parlor. To their relief, there weren’t many people there, only the occasional stalker fans outside the shop snapping a few photos of them from their DSLR cameras.

“I’ll have soft serve vanilla on a cone.” Yifan orders for himself while Jongdae’s busy scanning the menu behind the counter. There were too many to choose from, from smoothies, to soft serves, to milkshakes, and ice cream served in a cup. He’s tapping his index finger against his chin in concentration, and Yifan’s eyes flicker downwards at Jongdae, finding it endearing how he’s so determined in deciding what ice cream flavor to pick, and in what form.

In the end, Jongdae orders the same thing as Yifan.

When they received their orders, the bells attached to the door chimes heavily when Jongdae pushes it open. With one step out the door, Yifan pulls him back in.

“Let’s eat here.” Yifan doesn’t ask him, but regardless, Jongdae nods dumbly, heading back instead and they use the table all the way at the back where it’s more secluded from the rest of the customers. Yifan smiles with teeth upon watching Jongdae lap up the French vanilla eagerly, and Jongdae cowers a bit when he notices.

“Thank you very much for treating me to ice cream hyung, I really appreciate it.” His mouth’s full of ice cream, but Yifan still senses the heartfelt praise from his gleaming crescent-like eyes.

“No problem. And whenever we have time, I can bring you back here.” Yifan says in between licks and Jongdae beams at him. Overall, Yifan is a caring and affectionate older brother, always alert and making sure they were alright. On days when they were sick, Yifan sneaks into their bedrooms and soothe their necks with menthol while they slept. On days when they were down, Yifan gave them encouraging words.

Not to mention, during their first interviews, he’d come to the rescue and speak on everyone else’s behalf. Jongdae appreciates his efforts, and he’s sure Luhan, Minseok, Zitao, and Yixing does too, despite the constant bantering on their leader. Sure he can be a little weird at times with his painfully corny jokes and odd habits, but those are certainly his charming points.

“Hyung,” Jongdae claps his hands together to rid the stickiness between the webs of his fingers from the ice cream that dripped off his cone, “were you serious about, you know, teaching me Mandarin?” Yifan stops eating as well.

“Yeah I was. Why do you ask?” He resumes eating.

“Well, nothing, I was hoping maybe we can start on my lessons soon.” Yifan nods, taking one last bite of his cone. “Sure, we can get started tomorrow night.”

They spend about two hours in the parlor, rambling about nonsense but things that were relevant to their interests. Yifan found out a lot about Jongdae tonight, such as his profound love for watching romantic comedies and chick flicks. Yifan is more into action films and so they jokingly decide they can’t end up watching anything together.

When Yifan receives an angry text from their manager, they quickly grab their belongings and leave the parlor, not forgetting to leave a small tip.

“Let’s play a game to make this more interesting.” Jongdae doesn’t know why he’s suddenly feeling butterflies in his stomach, but he does and it feels fucking awful. Yifan arches an eyebrow upwards, taking small note of Jongdae’s growing nervousness. It didn’t help that he was wearing his distracting facial mask again.

“Like what?” Jongdae’s voice cracks at the end and Yifan tries to grin through his slightly stiff mask.

“I’m going to do some kind of action, and you’re going to say what I’m doing in Mandarin. Zitao says he and Minseok play it all the time.” Jongdae nods slowly, but fails to recall Minseok ever telling him about this so-called game they play often.

“Okay, sounds like fun,” Jongdae’s watching Yifan intently as he starts off, the ends of the latter’s lips curving upwards and he doesn’t hesitate at all when he utters, “Wéixiào!” Yifan claps as an encouragement and scoots over just a bit, arm sliding over Jongdae’s back.

“Your pronunciation is spot on Chen Chen! I’m really proud of you.” Fingers clasp tightly around Jongdae’s waist and the latter lowers his head, eyes finding their way to the floor and he lets out a quiet, “thank you,” in return. He doesn’t let Yifan see the smile creeping up on his lips but he notices anyway, and fingers press further into his skin. Jongdae stops moving.

“Now what am I doing?” Yifan almost hums in his ear as he leans in a bit closer, his other hand pressed against the back of Jongdae’s neck. Suddenly the room feels incredibly stuffy and hot and the younger’s shirt starts to cling to his back from the oncoming sweat. Jongdae’s mind goes blank, although he knows what the word is.

His mouth opens, closes, and finally opens again when he says, “yǒngbào,” barely coming out in a whisper. Yifan bends lower, and this time he’s much too close for comfort, and Jongdae starts to shift back, almost yelping when the latter holds him firmly in place.

“Hyung, wait, you’re too close―”

Jongdae’s arms dangle near his sides when soft lips press onto his own. His eyes are left wide open while Yifan's are slightly closed, shifting a bit closer and pressing himself just a bit nearer. Jongdae tries to grab onto anything in reach besides Yifan, and so he clings onto the skirt of his bed, fingers curling much too tight as they turn stark white.

It wasn’t too long after when Yifan pulls away, pupils dilated and eyebrows furrowed when he looks at Jongdae, hooded eyes full of want and fulfillment all at once. Suddenly sweat starts to form between Jongdae’s fingers and forehead, and he can’t look at Yifan for more than a millisecond and now he's looking at his crooked toes. Mainly because the latter still has on that fucking mask.

“Wěn.”

“That’s right.”

That was the first and last time they played that game.

Jongdae doesn’t even look at him for the next few days. They were scheduled for another recording and the usual groups were formed. He stuck to Minseok the entire time.

“What’s up with you today Jongdae?” Minseok asked him and Jongdae mumbles nothing, scurrying away in solitude. They were in the middle of their break, fortunately and he surprises Yifan when he has him by the hand, pulling him into the restroom and into an empty stall.

Hands land on the wall on either side of Yifan's face, and now they’re both kissing, ragged breaths filling each other’s mouths and Jongdae willingly parts his lips when Yifan's tongue prods against them. It almost hurts when their teeth clashes but they’re still making out with an equal amount of force, just a bit too rough but neither seems to mind in the slightest.

Yifan’s mouth tastes something like burnt cigarettes, and his hands move down towards the latter’s neck, fisting on his collar while Yifan grabs hold of his hips. After a few minutes they part, and Yifan chuckles when Jongdae has to practically flutter his eyes to keep them open. Jongdae’s still holding onto Yifan, dependent on him to keep him standing as he tries to regain his breath.

“You know,” Jongdae starts, finally loosening his grip, “you’re a little strange when it comes to confessing. But somehow it works. And then to top it all off, you’re a narcissist who spends hours admiring himself in front of a mirror and masturbates in front of his roommate. I mean who does that?”

Yifan clears his throat, “I do?”

“You’re damn right.” Jongdae scoffs, pressing their lips together once more. Yifan makes a mental note to thank Yixing later.

Jongdae smiles against Yifan with teeth pressed on his lips. Yeah, being roommates with him may not be so bad after all, Jongdae thinks. He has his secretive ways and habits, but, Jongdae likes the fact that it’s things that only he knows about the leader, no one else. He likes it a lot.

Risqué (oneshot)

chens — Thu, 13 Sep 2012 05:12:15 GMT

Risqué; Baekhyun/Chanyeol; NC-17; 5,060 w.
Chanyeol can safely say he hates Baekhyun.
Written for the sncj_reversebb challenge! This is the artwork I wrote for.

Risqué;

Baekhyun’s perfect, a young man who doesn’t possess any flaws. His near pale skin is beautiful without any traces of blemishes, his eyes are perfectly symmetrical and almond-shaped, his lips pretty and pink and profoundly thin that occasionally curls in a slight smile, his fingers are long and slender, almost feminine to a certain degree, not to mention he was incredible when it came to singing and dancing simultaneously. It was no wonder he has the most fans in the group.

Baekhyun’s also a fucking tease, Chanyeol thinks, the way the latter grabs his hands just a little too tight and presses into him just a little too close. Chanyeol hates that the latter can make him hot and bothered without much of an effort. He hates it.

But mostly, he just hates Baekhyun.

There was an instant attraction between Baekhyun and Chanyeol upon meeting for the first time. Very few words were spoken, their eyes slightly glazed and pupils dilated that seemed to be possessed by a kind of fierce light. Their hands were locked for a long time during their handshake that turned clammy from sweat forming between the crevices of their fingers, their eyes fixated at certain spots and the corners of their lips curved upwards just a little.

Chanyeol’s hands were huge, Baekhyun noticed as it practically crowned his own. Chanyeol was also tall, almost a head taller than him, his legs long, wiry, and slender with his thighs nearly proportional to his calves. Baekhyun’s tongue rolled much too slow upon pronouncing “Chanyeol,” and the latter nods, going back into the practice room a few seconds later.

The first meeting wasn’t all that bad for either of them, Baekhyun thinks.

“Wanna go out with Luhan and Sehun for some bubble tea?” It’s about four in the afternoon and Baekhyun was allowed a half an hour break from their choreographer. He presses the slightly damp white towel to his cheeks, ridding of the sweat that collected from his vigorous dance routine.

“Sure,” he exhales with a charitable smile. Chanyeol smiles back with closed lips and swings his sweater around his shoulders, “Great! Hurry and get dressed. Sehun gets a little agitated when he has to wait.”

“Noted,” Baekhyun’s answers were always short and to the point. Chanyeol nods once and leaves the practice room and when he realizes at once that there was really nothing else he could say to keep the conversation flowing.

Ten minutes later, Baekhyun joins the other three outside the building and Sehun scoffs, “Jeez, what took you? We were―”

“Sehun,” Luhan warns, “be nice.”

The youngest purses his bottom lip and exhales, the bangs over his eyes to rippling to the side. “Fine,” he says, grabbing Luhan by his forearm, “let’s go.”

Chanyeol chuckles nervously, watching as the pair in front of them slowly disappears from sight. Baekhyun doesn’t say anything, eyes downcast as he twiddles with his fingers and it’s evident that he’s worried over Sehun’s almost outburst.

“Don’t mind him,” Chanyeol says, sliding an arm around Baekhyun’s shoulders, “he can be a little hot headed when it comes to his bubble tea, but Luhan’s always there to keep him in check!” His voice raised just a little that contrasted with his husky, baritone voice. Baekhyun smiles with his eyes and teeth.

“Good to know.”

There was a quaint bubble tea shop at the corner of the street of their company building, well within walking distance. Luhan and Sehun were in front, Sehun making several cute gestures with his hands and occasionally Luhan laughs, the lines near his eyes growing more apparent as he gives the latter’s hair a few good strokes.

Baekhyun and Chanyeol were a good few feet behind and stood side by side with a good amount of space separating the two trainees. Chanyeol kept his hands in his pockets, curling and uncurling his fists when they got a bit too clammy.

He occasionally shifts glances from the sidewalk in front of him and Baekhyun. The latter’s walking straight, hands loosely hanging near his sides and eyes looking a bit droopy, probably from lack of sleep.

“You’re a really good singer,” Chanyeol started, “I’ve listened to you a couple times in the practice room. And your dancing isn’t half bad either, it’s pretty smooth I should say.” Baekhyun watches Chanyeol with a raised eyebrow, lips curled in a smirk, “Oh? You’ve been watching me I see.”

Color shows up on Chanyeol’s cheeks and he lowers his head, “I didn’t mean it like that, I swear.” Baekhyun laughs heartily, all teeth and smiles, and hooks a hand around the latter’s arm, “I was only joking Chanyeol. No need to be so flustered.”

Baekhyun presses himself just a bit too close to Chanyeol’s back, fingernails trailing down his arm and linking their hands together. Chanyeol gulps just a little too hard. He watches ahead as Luhan and Sehun enter the shop.

“W-We’re here.” he stammers slightly, missing Baekhyun’s faint chuckle.

Out of everyone else, Baekhyun loves teasing and playing pranks on Chanyeol the most, especially when it comes to food.

For example, Baekhyun always steals his snacks.

“Hyung, have you seen my pork rinds? They were right on my desk the last time I checked…” Joonmyun scratches the back of his head as his eyes flicker to the ground, trying to think if he did see a small bag somewhere before.

“Nope, sorry.”

Chanyeol grunts, and after asking everyone else, who gave him the same answer as Joonmyun and retreats to his room. The moment he clicks the door shut, he hears a slight crunch. Baekhyun held a small red bag in one hand, a pork rind in the other.

“Baekhyun what the hell!” He almost lunges towards the latter, grappling the bag from him and when he crushes it from under his fingertips, all he feels is air. His switches his gaze to Baekhyun with furrowed eyebrows when he hears munching sounds from the latter.

Baekhyun’s eyes turn to twinkling crescents as he chews on the rind incessantly and Chanyeol grunts, “Baekhyun, those rinds were on my desk you know.”

“The desk was yours? I didn’t know, I didn’t see your name on it anywhere.” There’s a playful note in Baekhyun’s voice and Chanyeol’s hands turn to tiny fists.

“Playing smart now are we?” Baekhyun almost screams when Chanyeol tackles him on the bed, the former’s head landing on the overly fluffed pillows, thankfully. Baekhyun’s squirming underneath him, the taller male seizing both his wrists in his engorged hand. They’re both laughing like mad until Kyungsoo bangs on their door with loud thumps, yelling at the two to, “keep it down!”

Chanyeol stiffens when footsteps from outside begin to fade out, and he looks down between himself and Baekhyun. He’s sitting in between Baekhyun’s legs, the latter’s chest rising and falling, occasionally chuckling under his breath.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Chanyeol apologizes meekly and doesn’t wait for Baekhyun to respond when he exits the room. He touches both sides of his cheeks with the back of his hands. They’re incredibly hot and he feels his legs trembling slightly. It gets more intense when Kyungsoo catches up to him and scolds him even more for his prior behavior.

Chanyeol rolls his eyes.

On another occasion, Chanyeol left his tea on the table for a few minutes when Joonmyun kindly requested that he take out the garbage. Chortling behind his fingers, Baekhyun adds three tablespoons of salt and even when Chanyeol returned with lips on the rim of his teacup, Baekhyun still couldn’t stop laughing.

Chanyeol stares at him with furrowed eyebrows, “What’s so funny?”

Baekhyun eventually stops but he’s still grinning idiotically, “Sorry, it’s nothing. Go on, drink”, He urged and Chanyeol still doesn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary, complying with the latter’s all too kind request.

He scrunches his nose, forming patches of wrinkles on his skin, his lips start to curl, and suddenly, the horrid mixture of green tea and salt spew out of his mouth. Baekhyun’s clapping like a seal, his snort coming out louder than anticipated, and at that point in time, Chanyeol’s nose flares, “Baekhyun you little bitch!”

He would’ve yelled out other obscenities if Kyungsoo hadn’t hit him on the head with a wooden spoon, warning him with his head lowered, “Watch your language.”

“God Kyungsoo you’re such a mother.” He receives another smack and Baekhyun’s practically on the floor, on the brink of crying.

A week later, Chanyeol gets his revenge, with the same tea prank. In one cup, there’s sugar and green tea, and in the other, green tea and salt. He stirs and stirs the components, just until the salt becomes soluble, and this time Chanyeol’s the one smiling with teeth.

Baekhyun’s watching a drama with Kyungsoo and Jongin on the couch. A perfect way, he thinks, to make an even bigger fool out of him.

“Here, I made you some tea.” Chanyeol’s arm is outstretched, his fingers curled around the holder and Baekhyun snickers, pushing the cup towards the latter, “Do you take me for a fool?” He asks, taking what was supposed to be Chanyeol’s cup instead.

Chanyeol’s throat tickles when he laughs as Baekhyun’s the one spitting out the drink this time. “Chanyeol!”

Jongin’s laughing alongside Chanyeol, that is, until Kyungsoo has him by the ears, warning him to stay out of it.

“Payback baby.” Chanyeol says in his English accent and sips on the tea with sugar. It’s sweet, just like revenge.

Baekhyun doesn’t miss the split second of Chanyeol’s well cloaked grin after hearing the two would be sharing a room together from now on. He on the other hand, remained stoic, lips left unsmiling and everyone assumed Baekhyun was unhappy with the arrangement.

“No, I don’t mind at all.” he says, voice rising with a tinge of sweetness at the end, and Chanyeol feels a lump in his throat, almost painful to a certain degree. “Do you, Chanyeol?” Baekhyun reaches behind the latter, hand pressed against his mid-back, fingers spread out, as he soothes the tense muscles and Chanyeol holds his breath.

“No!” He almost shouts, though it wasn’t on purpose, and Joonmyun almost twitches in his seat. “I mean,” Chanyeol’s throat tickles when he clears it a little, “Baekhyun’s cool to share a room with. Yeah.”

Their first night at the dorm wasn’t too bad, besides the excruciating pain of feeling of blood rushing to certain places in Chanyeol’s body. He came in to find that Baekhyun had maneuvered their mattresses around; now they stood beside each other and Chanyeol’s feels that lump lodged in his throat again. “Is there a reason why you switched our beds around?”

Baekhyun had only smiled, stripping himself all the while walking towards his bed, “You already know the answer to that, don’t you?” Eyes grow wide and pupils dilate when Baekhyun slips thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, having it fall to feet in a tangled mess along with his skinny jeans and dress shirt, and drops himself on his mattress, head into the pillow and ass in plain sight.

“I like to sleep naked.” Teeth sink into Chanyeol’s bottom lip as Baekhyun brings his legs up, swinging them back and forth and the former thinks this boy is enjoying this, whatever it was he was trying so hard to accomplish, “but I’m sure you won’t mind, right?”

Fuck you fuck you fuck you is what Chanyeol really wants to say, “No, I don’t.” Chanyeol smiles through gritted teeth and suddenly its ten degrees hotter in the room, and he’s grasping the collar of his white t-shirt, now almost laughing under his breath. Baekhyun has an eyebrow slightly raised, tracing the bluish green vein on the underside of Chanyeol’s neck, eyes casting downwards and stopping just at the center of Chanyeol’s crotch.

“Is there something―”

“I, I need to pee!”

Chanyeol can feel Baekhyun’s eyes staring into his back as he shuffles outside and towards the bathroom, accidentally knocking down a few boxes splayed in the hallway and ignoring the angry ramblings of Kyungsoo as his hands quiver when he tries to turn the lock. His pajamas and boxers are now at his feet, hands working on his hardened cock, and curses fly out of his mouth, some being fucking fuck shit bitch and other obscenities he can’t quite remember.

Fingers wrap themselves around the base of his cock, thumb resting on the head of his penis, occasionally pressing down a bit and now he’s close to weeping in fulfillment. His hands are working in quick, angry motions, his grip getting tighter with every second that goes by and still, he’s unable to reach that high peak.

His eyes are closed now, chin held high and lips parted as he imagines Baekhyun’s small pretty lips surrounding his cock as he fists the boy’s hair, hips snapping into his mouth. He almost screams as he finally comes hard into the sink when he pictures Baekhyun’s pert ass around his cock.

“Baekhyun, Baekhyun, Baekhyun.” Chanyeol repeats as he rides out his orgasm, every syllable coming out in deep, raspy breaths, and then he slumps against the door, chest rising and falling as he inhales and exhales through his lips.

He disregards the constant knocking from Jongin, something about him having to take a shit, and he thinks that was undoubtedly the best orgasm he’s ever experienced.

Yeah, their first night at the dorm wasn’t too bad either.

Baekhyun is difficult to decipher, according to Chanyeol. By day, he’s playful to everyone, lively, makes these cute little gestures that make everyone flail and wince all at the same time in adoration. Chanyeol did indeed fall for his antics a few times. Baekhyun may have joined the company late, but he’s no doubt the most cunning and tactful out of EXO when it comes to fan service.

By night, gone are all the glimmering eyes that turn to sultry looking ones, and gone are the humble grins that turn to suggestive smirks. Chanyeol was always quite afraid of the latter’s sudden transformation by the time they reach their dorm. The other members aren’t even aware of his sexual side like Chanyeol. They only know he’s a troublemaker, and if paired with the latter, there would be utter chaos.

This was becoming a dangerous pattern for the both of them; Baekhyun would strip all the way down to his socks before heading to bed, and Chanyeol would excuse himself, furiously jacking himself off in the bathroom before the latter notices anything suspicious. But he knows though, that Baekhyun is aware of every sexual thought that goes through his mind.

It’s no surprise that Chanyeol is attracted to Baekhyun, and so is Baekhyun to Chanyeol. A few months have gone by at the speed of the blink of an eye, but there have been minimal changes with regard to their unusual behavior as roommates.

Chanyeol’s heart jumps to his throat when Baekhyun grapples his hand just as he was about to leave for the bathroom. “Baekhyun?” He squeaks his name, and Baekhyun heaves out a throaty laugh.

“Don’t go. Stay.”

This is dangerous, this is very dangerous, he thinks as Baekhyun ushers him towards the bed, the latter’s hands coming up to rest on Chanyeol’s chest. Dilated pupils are locked on each other’s as Chanyeol follows his movements obediently; stopping just as his feet meet the foot of the bed frame.

“Baekhyun―”

“Shh.”

Chanyeol’s now seated comfortably on Baekhyun’s mattress, elbows perched near his sides to support his arched upper body. Baekhyun sits beside him, leaving a few inches of space between them and slips the buttons through the small apertures of his cotton shirt, mouth slightly agape and eyes intensely staring into Chanyeol’s uncertain ones.

“Take off your clothes.” Baekhyun orders quietly, now kicking off his skinny jeans and boxers that clung to him from the midsummer heat. Chanyeol nods once and slips his t-shirt over his head, all the while staring into the ground as he removes his pants and boxers in one go.

Chanyeol knows this is a bad idea, he knows for a fact that in the long run, he might regret ever doing this as well as Baekhyun. Yet he still finds himself silently obeying the latter’s every plea, every command even, and he wishes he could just say no. Perhaps he wants this as much as Baekhyun. Perhaps not. Whatever it is, Chanyeol can’t seem to get himself out of this predicament no matter how much he tries, and it frustrates him to no end.

“Touch yourself and I’ll watch.” Baekhyun says, resting his head against the headboard, waiting for Chanyeol to make the first move with a toothy grin stretched across his face. Chanyeol gulps once, twice, and his hand twitches a few times, his mind in a whirlwind of emotions, cheeks flushed at the sight of the both of them naked and so, so close to each other.

He exhales sharply when he grabs the head of his penis, and watches Baekhyun glides his tongue teasingly and painfully slow across his now glossy lips, the latter’s eyes never leaving the former’s cock. Chanyeol hesitatingly touches himself a few times before withdrawing his hand, surprised when Baekhyun almost yells in disapproval.

“Stop being such a pussy and do it!” Chanyeol’s mouth flies open at the latter’s colorful vocabulary because he’s generally an all around nice and polite person, with the exception of tonight. Chanyeol nods once again, closing his eyes as he wraps four fingers around the base of his cock and applies a bit of pressure to it, sliding his hand up and down in slow motions and he doesn’t even know when these weird little squeaks came from his mouth until Baekhyun tells him to be more vocal.

Chanyeol opens his eyes this time and the first thing he sees is Baekhyun’s enlarged cock resting on his stomach and he too gives his own a few good strokes. “You’re so hot Chanyeol,” Baekhyun moans quietly, and this urges the taller male to quicken his pace, “I wish you could fuck me right now.” Baekhyun’s biting the corner of his lips, stroking himself slowly as he uses his other hand to play with his balls.

“Oh god,” Chanyeol breathes out, and his hand’s now curled tighter against the base, his hand quick and skilled at moving in an upward downward motion and he squeezes his eyes shut, his entire body jerking and convulsing and when the orgasm hits, he comes in long spurts against his stomach, his elbows giving out so that he’s lying on his back.

“Chanyeol,” Baekhyun elongates his name at the last syllable, legs twitching and head thrown aback when he comes shortly after into the white sheets. Baekhyun slumps against the pillows and Chanyeol turns to face the former, drawing nearer for a chaste kiss.

He blinks a few times when Baekhyun raises his arms to push him away.

“Don’t kiss me,” he says and Chanyeol doesn’t know why his words hurt more than it should. He retreats immediately, and Baekhyun, still breathing hard through the crack of his lips, sits upright.

“Why not?” Chanyeol couldn’t seem to bite back the need to ask and Baekhyun smiles, “I just don’t want you to, that’s all.”

Neither says anything for a while, and instead of prodding for a more elaborate answer, Chanyeol retreats to his bed for the night.

Chanyeol honestly found it awkward to even face Baekhyun the next day, although the latter was still as playful and calm as ever, almost as if last night never happened. And then Chanyeol thought momentarily, did last night really happen? And then he remembers, there was still dried semen on Baekhyun’s sheets that they forgot to clean the night before. He just hopes and prays that Kyungsoo doesn’t suspect anything.

They were at the airport heading to Tokyo for their SMTOWN concert, and there were fan girls surrounding them from all corners, snapping photos and recording videos of their every move. Chanyeol stood right behind Baekhyun, managing to keep a considerable distance, when, the latter takes hold of his hands, placing them on his shoulders.

“Stop acting so weird,” Baekhyun warned quietly but audible enough for Chanyeol, “the fans will know something is up, so be natural.” The taller male clasps onto Baekhyun’s shoulder blades as requested, and from all the tugging and pulling of the fans, Chanyeol somehow lunges forward, knocking himself into Baekhyun and both yelp simultaneously.

They were practically molded into one at this point, and Chanyeol’s turn to a light shade of pink when his crotch presses tightly against the curve of Baekhyun’s ass. They were fixated in the same spot for several seconds, and when Chanyeol tries to pull away, Baekhyun presses himself further back, reaching backwards for the former’s hips.

“Baekhyun, stop it! What if someone―”

“Relax,” Baekhyun says nonchalantly, dipping his hips further back and Chanyeol clings to him even more, sinking himself into the former’s shoulder to keep himself quiet, “the airport’s too crowded anyway. Just calm down.”

Chanyeol hated Baekhyun at that point, because he was left with an almost painful erection while the latter stood, watching from afar and chuckling quietly to himself. Chanyeol knew he’d have to pay.

Despite Baekhyun’s futile attempts not to, Chanyeol has him locked, fingers practically digging into the back of the shorter male’s neck and kisses him, all sloppy and wet. Baekhyun brings his hands up, trying to push away at Chanyeol, but after a few seconds they find their way around his waist, pulling him closer as he reciprocates the kiss.

This must be Chanyeol’s first time, Baekhyun thinks as he smiles against the latter’s lips. The kiss is too wet, and every few seconds Chanyeol pulls away for some air, and then goes back in again. At one point, Baekhyun starts laughing when he pulls away, and Chanyeol blushes, deciding to end it right there.

However Baekhyun takes him by the hand, guiding them towards his bed and he lies down on his back, legs bent, perched up, and widely parted, ushering Chanyeol to sit between them. Again, he hesitates for a bit, then crawls slowly, erection on top of erection and bends down for another kiss, until Baekhyun places a short finger on his lips.

“Open your mouth,” he commands softly and Chanyeol does what he’s told, slightly parting his lips and Baekhyun slips his tongue in, prodding Chanyeol’s playfully and they’re both panting in each other’s mouths. The shorter male hooks both legs around Chanyeol’s waist, bucking his hips into the latter’s and they’re both mewling in each other’s mouths from the cloying friction.

Baekhyun’s an expert at kissing, especially the way he hooks his teeth into Chanyeol’s bottom lip, pulling on the skin lightly and drawing it into his mouth. He nibbles on it for a few seconds, sucking on it every now and then and when he pulls away, it’s all red and blotchy and Chanyeol thinks he sees stars.

“And that is how you kiss.” Baekhyun breathes out, reaching for Chanyeol again.

This was going on for a while, Chanyeol and Baekhyun masturbating with parted lips as they stare at each other, eyes dark and eyebrows furrowed. The older male likes to take it slow, hands practically cascading over his cock tantalizingly as he calls out for Chanyeol. Chanyeol on the other hand, is an impatient one; he doesn’t like to wait and when he doesn’t get his way he becomes frustrated and agitated.

He’s tried multiple times to touch Baekhyun, to give him the best (more like sloppy) blowjob of his life but the latter always refuses, pushing the taller male away with the heel of his foot. When Chanyeol asks why, he replies, “This is enough for me.”

Chanyeol wishes he could say the same. Watching Baekhyun as they masturbate together doesn’t come close to fulfillment for him. He wants, no, needs more. He needs to feel Baekhyun, needs more skin against skin.

Today would be different, Chanyeol thinks as he removes the remains of his clothing as Baekhyun retreats to his bed. Now fully bare, Chanyeol walks over to Baekhyun’s side, ignoring the latter crawling backwards against the headboard when he notices he’s too close this time.

“What are y―” Chanyeol’s gotten much better at kissing. He’s no longer awkward, trying to remove himself because of lack of oxygen because now he can actually breathe through his nose this time. He doesn’t try to practically eat at Baekhyun’s face every chance he gets. If he’s learned one thing from Baekhyun, it’s to take things slow no matter how difficult it can be.

Baekhyun’s arms find their way around Chanyeol’s neck, head tilting slightly to the side as he parts his lips. Tongues met, teeth clash, and things get messy from there. Chanyeol’s lips find their way over Baekhyun’s tongue, nibbling and sucking on the pink muscle and the latter’s hands move up to the taller male’s head, biting his scalp with his fingernails.

Baekhyun flinches back when Chanyeol dips his hips forward, arching his back and their erections rub against each other. The taller male digs long fingernails into Baekhyun’s lower hips, keeping him still as he continues his ministrations, moaning shamelessly into his mouth.

“Chanyeol, stop.” This time it sounds more like a plead than a command, but this time Chanyeol refuses, his thrusts becoming more forceful and Baekhyun breaks their French kiss, throwing his back against the wooden board, biting his moist lips in an attempt to hold back. Now their roles were reversed. Now, Baekhyun’s the needy one as Chanyeol mercilessly teases him with their pressed cocks.

“I wish I could fuck you right now,” Chanyeol’s voice is dripping with sex and Baekhyun doesn’t say anything, fingers curling into the warm sheets as he pants into the latter’s neck, “but I can’t because you won’t let me, right?”

He grunts when he slips his cock near Baekhyun’s entrance, and the young man underneath him twitches uncontrollably. “That’s right, I won’t.” Baekhyun gasps, grappling Chanyeol’s head down to aim at his Adam’s apple.

“Oh god Baekhyun,” Chanyeol moans, placing much emphasis on the latter’s name as Baekhyun licks the center of his neck, drawing the patch of skin into his mouth and bites down on it, hard.

“N-Not so rough Baekhyun, we have a photoshoot tomorrow.” Chanyeol reminds him and now Baekhyun’s the one chuckling. He finally releases after a few seconds, the area turning slightly pink and the shorter male grins, because by tomorrow it should turn to a lovely purple shade.

Chanyeol presses his cock further against Baekhyun’s entrance and the latter practically whimpers, trying to scramble away until the taller male has him by his ankle. “It’s okay,” Chanyeol coos, slipping a hand between their bodies, taking hold of both their cocks, “I’m not going to fuck you. I want to try something else.”

Baekhyun nods, eyes fluttering and Chanyeol laughs quietly, rubbing the head of their penises together with his thumb as he slides his fingers up and down their shafts. “Chanyeol,” Baekhyun rasps out, hands coming up to grip the latter’s ass, “don’t stop, it feels so good.”

“Does it?” Chanyeol teases, using his other hand to play with their balls, pinching and stroking them while he quickens his pace. Baekhyun almost screams, one hand still over Chanyeol’s ass as he uses his other to clasp over his mouth, his shouts coming out in small squeaks.

“Yes, so good.”

Chanyeol’s grip on their cocks tighten, feeling as they grow larger and harder and he knew they both wouldn’t last longer than a minute, especially with the way Baekhyun tosses his head from side to side against the pillows, chanting his name over and over. His movements are quick now, massaging their balls and thrusting against Baekhyun’s hips.

Chanyeol doesn’t know how he’s lasted this long already, how he’s not a crying mess right now but a composed, almost skilled person at his handjob. He surprises himself sometimes.

Releasing their balls, Chanyeol stealthily reaches down at Baekhyun’s entrance again, prodding a finger around the rim and Baekhyun shakes his head, “no Chanyeol, please don’t.” It wasn’t that Baekhyun had a problem with Chanyeol touching him, no. He just didn’t want to lose himself and get deeper and deeper in sex and an uncommitted relationship.

Then again, things escalated this far already, and he finds himself arching his back when Chanyeol slips a finger in, wiggling and thrusting it in slowly. “M-More.” Baekhyun breathes out, knuckles turning as white as the sheets as he grips them just a little too hard.

“Can you imagine if this was my cock instead?” Chanyeol asks, slipping in another finger, curling it around a few times, trying to find his prostate. His movements are a little stiff, sometimes pushing in each finger just a bit too rough and Baekhyun has to each time bite back the need to wince in pain, but he puts up with it in the end.

Chanyeol switches to a new angle and when Baekhyun shouts, “oh god!” that’s when he knew he found it. Sitting on his knees, Chanyeol takes hold of their penises again, rubbing their shafts together and thrusts three fingers into Baekhyun all at once, both their speeches full of incoherency while their eyes flutter open and close.

Baekhyun’s the first to come, his semen landing on his stomach, Chanyeol’s stomach, and their cocks. After about a minute, Chanyeol is next to come in long, white strings and after pumping himself a few more times, he collapses onto Baekhyun, all spent and sticky.

Baekhyun laughs, slapping the younger male’s back, “Get up Chanyeol, I feel gross.”

“No.” Chanyeol murmurs against the latter’s shoulder before giving it a chaste kiss. Baekhyun smiles this time, full of teeth just like he usually does during their fansigns and music shows.

“I really wish I did fuck you though.” Slight disappointment was evident in Chanyeol’s voice, and Baekhyun soothes his back, placing his lips on the side of his head. “I’m going to pull a Yifan,” he practically giggles and Chanyeol sits up, raising an eyebrow at the latter’s odd statement.

“Maybe next time.”

Summer (drabble)

chens — Sun, 19 Aug 2012 03:44:40 GMT

Summer; Tao-centric; g; slight angst; general
Walking on the beach alone is the perfect remedy for Zitao.
Day 18/30 of my 30 day challenge.

Summer;

Everyone has different ways of relieving stress. Some like to punch any kind of inanimate object, hopefully, like an overly fluffed pillow or something of the sort. Some like to lock themselves up in their closets and cry and cry and cry till their throats become hoarse. In Zitao's case, he likes to take walks along the shorelines.

Summer is his favorite season, and it makes sense considering his birthday isn’t too far off from it. The days are lengthier, the weather is warmer, and the air smells thick of saltwater mist from nearby beaches, and people are out more, mingling with their friends.

Zitao likes to stroll on the beach alone, bare feet and all because he likes the feeling of grainy sand slipping through the crevices of his toes. Watching waves overlap and crash against the shorelines was something he found to be relatively calming. He’s mostly an avid thinker; he doesn’t talk much not because he’s shy or introverted, but because he likes to observe things from a distance and ponder upon it for a long time.

It’s summer, and now that their activities were at a standstill, Zitao decided to visit Muchangpo Beach while the others were back in their dorms. He has his moments when he feels the lowest of the low for no apparent reason. One minute he’s fine, mingling with the members and other staff and the next, he’s expressionless and stays mostly to himself.

No one knows why he has these sudden changes in his mood, but they decide to give him his space and not discuss it with him about it. In certain situations such as this, it’s better to keep quiet, and Zitao appreciates that.

His pants are rolled up to his knees, water cascading towards the shores, almost soaking the lower half of his legs. He was dangerously close towards the edge, but he doesn’t move away from the oncoming water. It’s cold, but somehow he likes it.

One tear falls. Then two, then three. Zitao always cries when he’s stressed. At a certain point, everything becomes too much to handle, everything makes him on edge. When he’s reached his limit, everything explodes into infinitesimals of emotions.

A few minutes is all he needs to be fine again, and then he heads back home.

Of Caramel Macchiatos and Apologies (drabble)

chens — Sat, 18 Aug 2012 03:30:43 GMT

Of Caramel Macchiatos and Apologies; Suho/D.O; 297 w.; pg-13; humor
Kyungsoo demands an apology but Joonmyun absolutely refuses to give one.
Day 17/30 of my 30 day challenge.

Of Caramel Macchiatos and Apologies;

Joonmyun’s teeth clench together tightly to an almost painful degree as Kyungsoo taps the tip of his shoe against the tile floor of the coffee shop incessantly.

“Say it.” Kyungsoo’s voice is cold and demanding, but it doesn’t faze the elder.

“No.” Joonmyun replies nonchalantly, taking a small sip of his hot caramel macchiato and kyungsoo’s nose crinkles, his eyebrows creasing towards the center, as always when he was furious. Joonmyun smiles knowing he’s struck a nerve in the latter.

“I said say it damnit.” The table trembles slightly and the cups shift a little when the bottom of his fists clang against it, and now Joonmyun’s upset too.

“And I said no.”

“You know what you can just kiss my ass.” There’s nothing more rare than Kyungsoo using foul language and Joonmyun snorts when he’s about to take another sip.

“Then come over here and pull down your pants.” Joonmyun purses his lips out slightly and Kyungsoo literally slaps his palm against his forehead; he thinks that’s just about the lamest comeback he’s ever heard.

“…the fuck?” He curses again.

Joonmyun’s head lowers as his eyes dart everywhere, “It was the best I could come with okay?”

Kyungsoo laughs. “Alright, I guess you can forget about dinner tonight.” Joonmyun’s not one to eat a lot but he’s a sucker for Kyungsoo’s cooking. He knows he lost this one.

“Fine! I’m sorry I was staring at the woman’s tits for about a split second when she was in my direct line of sight! Are you happy now?” Joonmyun’s practically screaming but couldn’t care less what the other customers thought of them at this point. Neither does Kyungsoo.

“Very.” Joonmyun sharply exhales when he looks up and one corner of Kyungsoo’s lips is curled in a smirk.

hello hi what's up

chens — Fri, 17 Aug 2012 21:17:31 GMT

Hi I like writing even though I'm not good at it. And my name is Dirah and I'm currently a graphic design student living in NYC. I'm also into the arts such as drawing and painting and photography, which I also suck at lol. Sometimes I'll post my random thoughts and such in here, maybe. But anyway, i will no longer be posting my fics in my personal journal but instead, in my fic community stourie. Feel free to join or watch for updates~ If you have a request for a fic with a specific pairing in mind, leave a comment in this post and I'll try to write something ~~that's not a complete fail~~.

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Sick Feelings (drabble)

chens — Fri, 17 Aug 2012 03:42:12 GMT

Sick Feelings; Baektao; g; 380 w.; fluff, slight angst?
Baekhyun loves it when Zitao clings to him.
Day 16/30 of my 30 day challenge.

Sick Feelings;

Baekhyun finds it endearing how Zitao makes these randomly cute little gestures, such as tilting his head from side to side when he’s enjoying his food, or slightly puffing out his cheeks when he was upset. That’s why Baekhyun loves to tease him most of the time; Zitao's reactions every time are priceless, something he’s unable to express in words.

“You’re so cute.” Baekhyun laughs while he says this, and Zitao doesn’t say anything, shuffling into his seat as charitable smiles creep on his lips. They never leave.

They like to go shopping together, and sometimes Zitao likes to give him fashion advice that he learned from Yifan when they would during their stay in China. One day, Baekhyun playfully snaps and asks, “What? Do you think I can’t dress myself?”

That was the last time he pretended to be angry in front of Zitao, because the expression the latter wore killed him. And it became worse, when Zitao took him by the hands and said, “I’m sorry, hyung.” Baekhyun squeezed his hand tight under his, and he should’ve known; it was a dumb move on him to yell when the latter was highly sensitive to people who began to raise their voice; after all, he was bullied as a trainee.

Unconsciously, Baekhyun spends late nights staring at the ceiling, wondering, what would Zitao be doing at this hour in China? It was a third into the night, the same time as when they’d stay in Baekhyun’s dorm room, playing card games throughout most of the night along with Chanyeol. Baekhyun misses Zitao no doubt, because during the latter’s stay in Korea, he’d paste onto him incessantly, whispering constantly, “I’ve missed you, hyung.”

“I like you a lot, Zitao.” Would be his only reply.

He finally kisses Zitao for the first time when he’s given a steak pendant that was a gift from their fans. “I’ll buy a chain to go with it, and I won’t ever take it off.” Zitao’s vision became blurred with saltwater trickles, and Baekhyun kisses him again, smiling lips against the latter's quivering ones, hands coming up to fist at the fabric that rested on his shoulders.

Baekhyun feels bile rising in his throat, and he likes it; he never wants this feeling to end.

Order (drabble)

chens — Thu, 16 Aug 2012 03:58:20 GMT

Order; Suho/Sehun; 366 w.; g; fluff
Sehun likes to order Suho around, because he can.
Day 15/30 of my 30 day challenge.

Order;

Sehun is your typical maknae. Most of the time he’s bratty, hardly ever showing a smile, bossy, and at the end, sometimes he has a tinge of sweetness to him that only a few can catch on. Joonmyun was one of them.

It makes sense too; Sehun can’t order Kyungsoo around, or that would mean no dinner for him. He can’t do it to Jongin either, or that would result in them getting into physical altercations, since the latter can be hot headed sometimes. Baekhyun and Chanyeol would undoubtedly form a team to gang up on him, those two bastards.

So that leaves Joonmyun, Sehun’s perfect prey. When Luhan was in china with the other EXO-M members, the youngest would find himself without a partner to accompany him on his little escape to the bubble tea shop across the street from their dorm. Sehun could easily go by himself, no doubt, but there was always something missing when he went alone. He’d find himself twirling his straw incessantly in his tea, sometimes scooping up the black tapioca pearls at the bottom of the cup.

He needed a companion.

Joonmyun was found sleeping, curled into a fetal position under his blanket, head under the pillow. Sehun grins, skipping across the room, jumping on Joonmyun at full force, and he hears the faint sound of their leader grunting through the apertures of the thick fabric of the blanket.

“Sehun,” the maknae can barely make out his muffled voice, “is there a reason why you’re sitting on my face?”

Sehun laughs, purposely swishing his hips from side to side, and he swears he can hear Joonmyun’s low groans from underneath, “Let’s drink bubble tea!” There’s that tinge of sweetness again, and the oldest knows he has no way out of this one.

“No.”

“Please?”

“I said no, dammit.” Joonmyun was angry tonight, Sehun notes, and slides off of him. Joonmyun emerges, hair disheveled, eyes red at the corners, and watches as Sehun’s pout grows more and more apparent. He breathes out, and Sehun grins, knowing he’s won.

“Fine. Let me get my sweater. And Sehun?”

"Yeah?"

"I hate you."

"I love you too." Sehun laughs when Joonmyun starts coughing.

Summer Mornings (drabble)

chens — Wed, 15 Aug 2012 03:58:06 GMT

Summer Mornings; Chen/Xiumin; nc-17; smut
Jongdae loves mornings.
Day 14/30 of my 30 day challenge.

Summer Mornings;

Jongdae loves mornings.

He loves when Minseok's tracing the hairs below his navel that trail into his boxers with his eyes, fingers soothing over his stomach. He loves having the older roll on top of him lazily, bed dipping under him with added weight as he feathers kisses on his collarbone, all the while sneaking thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down with quick motions.

Although Jongdae's not particularly fond of morning breath, no matter how many times he tells Minseok "no," they kiss fervently, all with velvety tongues and clashing teeth. He loves that Minseok will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if that means disregarding his boyfriend's silent pleas. Minseok takes his time to prepare Jongdae, sucking on the head of his penis, paying special attention to his balls, and stretching him out nice and slow.

Minseok's a caring boyfriend no doubt, someone who does things without expecting anything back in return. Jongdae feels hot, so incredibly hot when the tangled bed sheets are wired around them, so he purposely opens the windows before the night is over, letting the slight breeze in from the mid summer heat.

Denial (drabble)

chens — Tue, 14 Aug 2012 03:58:59 GMT

Denial, Kris/Tao; g; 273 w.; general, slight angst
Zitao knows he'll always have a special place in Kris's heart.
Day 13/30 of my 30 day challenge.

Denial;

Zitao can be clingy at times when it comes to their leader, Kris.

And it’s understandable, since Kris was the one who defended him when the other SM trainees used to bully him constantly before finding out he would debut under EXO. Kris did everything for him, from buying him food when they went out together, to giving him advice on how to dress one’s self properly, and to just, be there when he’s down and feels alone.

And Zitao appreciates all of his efforts; everywhere he goes, he never forgets to tell people about all the wonderful things Kris used to do for him. Used to.

Zitao knows he can’t be selfish, especially when Kris has to look after ten more people in their group. He knows that, although they don’t spend as much time as they used to when they were trainees, Kris wouldn’t neglect him. Even when Kris hooks an arm around Yixing lovingly just as he used to do with Zitao, he wouldn’t love him as much.

Even though Kris and Luhan have playful fights that he and Zitao used to have, he wouldn’t love him as much. Even if he and Kris were worlds apart when they were formed as twelve during concerts, and the latter was beside Chanyeol, glancing at him and smiles with teeth, he wouldn’t love him as much.

Zitao knows that he’ll always have a special place in Kris’s heart, even though the latter may not show it physically anymore. And the tiniest glances, the slightest brushing of the arms is an affirmation of Zitao's beliefs, and he’s more than content with those small actions.

Knowledge (drabble)

chens — Mon, 13 Aug 2012 03:59:13 GMT

Knowledge; Suho-centric; 500 w.; g; general, slight angst
Joonmyun wonders if all this training he endured for seven years was a waste.
Day 12/30 of my 30 day drabble challenge

Knowledge;

Joonmyun likes to read about himself online.

When the members return to their dorms after a full day of interviews, shows, and recordings for their album, Joonmyun likes to surf the internet at night while Sehun’s sleeping comfortably beside him, lights off besides the monitor screen blaring at him. Although he knows this could end in him having troubled eyesight later on, he continues to click and scan the different vowels and consonants on the page carefully, sometimes even tracing the screen with a wiry index finger.

On the exterior to most, Joonmyun is the kind to be gentle to everyone, playfully joking with those he’s most close with, the obvious being his band mates of course. The smile on his lips is always apparent, teeth glimmering and eyes turning into tiny crescents. He’s hardly ever strict, unapproachable, or even rude.

There are some occasions though, where he looks like he’s deep in thought, staying to himself while everyone else seems fine, mingling with the rest of the staff fine it seemed.

It wasn’t that Joonmyun had any sort of animosity towards anyone. In fact he’s the type ready to forgive anyone after the first five minutes of arguing with someone over a petty issue. When he’s in an unfamiliar or even uncomfortable environment, he likes to stay to himself to prevent the others from sensing any kind of odd ambiance coming off from him.

He tends to have a lot on his mind, such as being able to grow into an efficient leader for their group. Most of the time, his band mates would tease him, saying that he’s doing a lousy job at it, and one day he’s sitting on the couch of their dorm, head perched above his hand, wondering if he truly is a terrible leader. And then he begins to think, what if all those years of training, waiting, were all a waste?

He likes to surf the internet, to get a feeling of how their fans view him as a dancer, as a singer, as a leader, and as a human being. There was nothing. Everyone talked about the happy virus Chanyeol, sexy Kai, wide eyed D.O, maknae Sehun, and of course Baekhyun, the most popular member of their group. He looks up his name in several search engines such as Daum, Naver, and still there wasn’t much about him.

He thinks to himself, what have I done wrong?

At airports and fansigns, he smiles the most out of everyone, making an effort to glance at each and every fan girl calling their band name with a small wave directed towards their cameras, hoping to gain their love in return.

And next to Sehun and Jongin, he practices the most on his dancing, his sweat soaked fringe spilling over his eyes, dark patches forming on his clothes, but he still continues on, hoping to be the best, hoping to somehow pay off all those years of blood, sweat and tears to be the best.

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idk why i teared up writing this ;____; /lame