6 very short exo dabbles
naps and cuddles
jongdae/zitao
g; 134 words
Jongdae sleeps on his stomach, his face smothered in his pillow and his fingers fisted in the sheets. It makes it hard for Zitao to sneak in cuddles when they should be resting between schedules. He nuzzles his nose into the back of Jongdae's neck, breathing in his warm musky scent, and wraps an arm around his waist, tickling at his ribs. Jongdae moans, still dreaming, and rolls to his side, making room for Zitao to curl around him. Jongdae fits perfectly into Zitao's curves and sharp edges, his feet tangling with Zitao's. Jongdae moans sleepily again, tilting his head back and knocking into Zitao's mouth, cutting open his lip. Maybe not perfect, he thinks, dragging himself out of bed for a tissue to mop up the blood, Jongdae could be better at cuddling.
chains are tightly woven
yifan/chanyeol
pg-13;99 words
The collar around Chanyeol's neck is heavy and digs into his skin. It reminds him that he is owned, that he belongs to someone. He belongs to Yifan, always Yifan. Chanyeol will take no one else in the world. No one other than the soft touches of Yifan's hand at his neck, on his thighs, along his stomach, teasing at coarse, dark hair. He craves the rough, biting touches that turn into soft, easy caresses as he stands over Chanyeol, tall and dark, hiding that jagged, sharp need to be in charge and bending to Chanyeol's whines and pleadings.
hush, little baby
joonmyun (based off this)
g ;276 words
The baby cries, loud yells echoing in the small room, and Joonmyun holds him, swaying side to side and singing old familiar songs from his childhood in the tiny newborn's ear. Joonmyun remembers the times when he was small and all he wanted was someone to hold him, someone bigger than him protecting him from the dark and the things veiled in shadows. The baby's cries die away, replaced with sniffles and heart wrenching sobs. Joonmyun continues rocking side to side, dark, wet eyes looking up at him, tears still running down the swollen round face.
"Hi, little one. Are you better now?" Joonmyun slowly sings. The baby stares at him, wiggling his little fist in the air uncontrollably. "It's okay, I'm here to guard to you. That's my name, Guardian Suho."
The baby blinks, Joonmyun catching his head as it rolls back, the baby's movements still not under his command. Joonmyun giggles. "I'm an angel." He holds the baby close to his chest, patting his back and cradling him close, smelling his sweet baby smell of milk and powder. "I'll protect you from the dark and sing you back to sleep." Joonmyun and the baby stay in that position for several minutes, Joonmyun singing and patting him on the back, until they're found, the manager opening the door just as the baby closes his eyes, near to sleep.
"Have good dreams, baby, and grow up strong and healthy," Joonmyun whispers, placing him back to his crib. "There are many people who will love you and take care of you and you must love in return. That's how the world becomes a better place, through love."
raspberries
luhan/minseok
g; 208 words
Luhan is a jerk. He pins Minseok down by the wrists, blowing raspberries into whatever loose skin he can find, even lifting Minseok's shirt to get at his stomach, and laughs, watching Minseok attempt to wiggle himself away. The carpet in the dorms are not made for people to roll and rough house on it and Minseok gets carpet burns on his back and on his knees and on his elbows. Luhan laughs more when he complains loudly, pointing out the red, open wounds. Minseok hits him upside the head, knowing he's baiting Luhan for more, but he can't stop himself. Maybe he likes it, the physical push and pull of Luhan on top of him and the close contact between their bodies. He likes it until Luhan calls over Kyungsoo and Sehun to join in. Minseok gets Luhan back by waking him in the middle of the night and tripping him into the shower, cold water shocking him awake. With Luhan, Minseok learned that being picked on is worth it when he hears the shrieks and pounding on the shower door as Luhan realizes he can't turn off the water or change the heat settings. Luhan is a jerk and Minseok knows how to get him back.
midnight knocks
luhan/jongin with unrequited kyungsoo/jongin
pg; 221 words
The hushed knocking at the door distracts Luhan from his studying for the fifth night in a row. He sets down his pen and resist the urge to throw the textbook out of the window. There would be no point, he'd have to pay for the glass to be replaced and he can't afford that right now. Or possibly ever, if his life and a lack of a steady job keeps going the way it is.
He opens the door and Jongin sits in the hallway on the dirty stained carpet, tears tingeing his flawless skin. Jumping up into Luhan's waiting arms, he sways drunkenly. "He doesn't love me, hyung. He'll never love me," he sobs into Luhan's shoulder. Luhan strokes his back, leading him to the bed to sleep in while Jongin cries again over Kyungsoo marrying a beautiful devoted woman. "Why do the people I love not love me back?" he cries, crawling under the sheets.
"I love you, Jongin."
"No you don't," Jongin denies, peeling off his shirt. "No one will ever love me." He falls back into the bed and in seconds passes out.
"I honestly do love you," Luhan whispers, "Why else would it hurt me to watch you fall apart over someone who couldn't love you the way you wanted?" Jongin only snores in response.
and fiction becomes reality
joonmyun/chanyeol
g; 273 words
Joonmyun detests people who don't read. He can't imagine a day where he doesn't read for at least ten minutes. If he has to, he'll read while cooking, leading him to many burnt meals when he hits exciting plot points and can't place the book down long enough to turn off the stove. So he's not sure how he ended with dating Chanyeol who can't name one book he's read in the past year that didn't have pictures in it. The frustrating part is that Chanyeol is smart, he figures out amazing puzzles that Joonmyun would give up on, but he still says he doesn't like reading.
Joonmyun doesn't believe it. How does someone not like reading? It's a story being told through remarkable words and creates pictures in your brain. He sits Chanyeol down one day and read out loud a fantasy book he knows Chanyeol will enjoy. He watches Joonmyun and sometimes following along with the words, mostly leaning his head back against pillows in their bed and closes his eyes, imagining the scenes behind his eyelids.
Joonmyun finishes the third chapter with his throat sore and needing water. "Here," he hands Chanyeol the book, "you can read it by yourself, if you would like to."
Chanyeol shakes his head, "No, I want you to read it to me," he snuggles his large body on top of Joonmyun, "you have a very nice voice and I like it better when you read to me, my head hurts when I read by myself." From that day on, they had a tradition of Joonmyun reading out loud in bed before they fall asleep.
jongdae/zitao
g; 134 words
Jongdae sleeps on his stomach, his face smothered in his pillow and his fingers fisted in the sheets. It makes it hard for Zitao to sneak in cuddles when they should be resting between schedules. He nuzzles his nose into the back of Jongdae's neck, breathing in his warm musky scent, and wraps an arm around his waist, tickling at his ribs. Jongdae moans, still dreaming, and rolls to his side, making room for Zitao to curl around him. Jongdae fits perfectly into Zitao's curves and sharp edges, his feet tangling with Zitao's. Jongdae moans sleepily again, tilting his head back and knocking into Zitao's mouth, cutting open his lip. Maybe not perfect, he thinks, dragging himself out of bed for a tissue to mop up the blood, Jongdae could be better at cuddling.
chains are tightly woven
yifan/chanyeol
pg-13;99 words
The collar around Chanyeol's neck is heavy and digs into his skin. It reminds him that he is owned, that he belongs to someone. He belongs to Yifan, always Yifan. Chanyeol will take no one else in the world. No one other than the soft touches of Yifan's hand at his neck, on his thighs, along his stomach, teasing at coarse, dark hair. He craves the rough, biting touches that turn into soft, easy caresses as he stands over Chanyeol, tall and dark, hiding that jagged, sharp need to be in charge and bending to Chanyeol's whines and pleadings.
hush, little baby
joonmyun (based off this)
g ;276 words
The baby cries, loud yells echoing in the small room, and Joonmyun holds him, swaying side to side and singing old familiar songs from his childhood in the tiny newborn's ear. Joonmyun remembers the times when he was small and all he wanted was someone to hold him, someone bigger than him protecting him from the dark and the things veiled in shadows. The baby's cries die away, replaced with sniffles and heart wrenching sobs. Joonmyun continues rocking side to side, dark, wet eyes looking up at him, tears still running down the swollen round face.
"Hi, little one. Are you better now?" Joonmyun slowly sings. The baby stares at him, wiggling his little fist in the air uncontrollably. "It's okay, I'm here to guard to you. That's my name, Guardian Suho."
The baby blinks, Joonmyun catching his head as it rolls back, the baby's movements still not under his command. Joonmyun giggles. "I'm an angel." He holds the baby close to his chest, patting his back and cradling him close, smelling his sweet baby smell of milk and powder. "I'll protect you from the dark and sing you back to sleep." Joonmyun and the baby stay in that position for several minutes, Joonmyun singing and patting him on the back, until they're found, the manager opening the door just as the baby closes his eyes, near to sleep.
"Have good dreams, baby, and grow up strong and healthy," Joonmyun whispers, placing him back to his crib. "There are many people who will love you and take care of you and you must love in return. That's how the world becomes a better place, through love."
raspberries
luhan/minseok
g; 208 words
Luhan is a jerk. He pins Minseok down by the wrists, blowing raspberries into whatever loose skin he can find, even lifting Minseok's shirt to get at his stomach, and laughs, watching Minseok attempt to wiggle himself away. The carpet in the dorms are not made for people to roll and rough house on it and Minseok gets carpet burns on his back and on his knees and on his elbows. Luhan laughs more when he complains loudly, pointing out the red, open wounds. Minseok hits him upside the head, knowing he's baiting Luhan for more, but he can't stop himself. Maybe he likes it, the physical push and pull of Luhan on top of him and the close contact between their bodies. He likes it until Luhan calls over Kyungsoo and Sehun to join in. Minseok gets Luhan back by waking him in the middle of the night and tripping him into the shower, cold water shocking him awake. With Luhan, Minseok learned that being picked on is worth it when he hears the shrieks and pounding on the shower door as Luhan realizes he can't turn off the water or change the heat settings. Luhan is a jerk and Minseok knows how to get him back.
midnight knocks
luhan/jongin with unrequited kyungsoo/jongin
pg; 221 words
The hushed knocking at the door distracts Luhan from his studying for the fifth night in a row. He sets down his pen and resist the urge to throw the textbook out of the window. There would be no point, he'd have to pay for the glass to be replaced and he can't afford that right now. Or possibly ever, if his life and a lack of a steady job keeps going the way it is.
He opens the door and Jongin sits in the hallway on the dirty stained carpet, tears tingeing his flawless skin. Jumping up into Luhan's waiting arms, he sways drunkenly. "He doesn't love me, hyung. He'll never love me," he sobs into Luhan's shoulder. Luhan strokes his back, leading him to the bed to sleep in while Jongin cries again over Kyungsoo marrying a beautiful devoted woman. "Why do the people I love not love me back?" he cries, crawling under the sheets.
"I love you, Jongin."
"No you don't," Jongin denies, peeling off his shirt. "No one will ever love me." He falls back into the bed and in seconds passes out.
"I honestly do love you," Luhan whispers, "Why else would it hurt me to watch you fall apart over someone who couldn't love you the way you wanted?" Jongin only snores in response.
and fiction becomes reality
joonmyun/chanyeol
g; 273 words
Joonmyun detests people who don't read. He can't imagine a day where he doesn't read for at least ten minutes. If he has to, he'll read while cooking, leading him to many burnt meals when he hits exciting plot points and can't place the book down long enough to turn off the stove. So he's not sure how he ended with dating Chanyeol who can't name one book he's read in the past year that didn't have pictures in it. The frustrating part is that Chanyeol is smart, he figures out amazing puzzles that Joonmyun would give up on, but he still says he doesn't like reading.
Joonmyun doesn't believe it. How does someone not like reading? It's a story being told through remarkable words and creates pictures in your brain. He sits Chanyeol down one day and read out loud a fantasy book he knows Chanyeol will enjoy. He watches Joonmyun and sometimes following along with the words, mostly leaning his head back against pillows in their bed and closes his eyes, imagining the scenes behind his eyelids.
Joonmyun finishes the third chapter with his throat sore and needing water. "Here," he hands Chanyeol the book, "you can read it by yourself, if you would like to."
Chanyeol shakes his head, "No, I want you to read it to me," he snuggles his large body on top of Joonmyun, "you have a very nice voice and I like it better when you read to me, my head hurts when I read by myself." From that day on, they had a tradition of Joonmyun reading out loud in bed before they fall asleep.