Drabbles
A/N: I’ve been having a bit of trouble writing lately so I did the ‘put your Ipod on shuffle and write according the song’ exercise. 4 drabbles came, including JongHo, JongYu and Girl!Shinee. All are AU. Hope you like :)
Rating: G to PG-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Blankly (ManHaNi)- Miss A
JongHo, G, angst
Turning towards the road, he stared blankly at it. He didn't want the tall man to see what he was truly feeling. He tried, holding his hand still to keep him there; his hand was so cold it almost burned his skin. He didn't want to accept it, but he had to, he knew he had to let go soon, because withered feelings don't do well to badly placed together pieces of a heart. Because now he had nothing left but memories, he had to resign and pretend nothing was wrong, or they would escape through his eyes in hot and salty strands.
They would scatter and the sun would kiss and pick them up, leaving only faint traces of past, and he wouldn't be able to gather them together again.
All I want for Christmas is You- Mariah Carey
JongYu, G
Jinki just wished he could spend this Christmas as any other normal kid his age would. He wished he could spend it with his parents, seated all in front of the chimney with blankets and hot cocoa, waiting for midnight to arrive. But his parents were too busy. They seemed to no longer care.
"Jinki, Jinki where are you going?!" was the last thing he heard before slamming the front door and start running as if his life depended on it. He felt a little pang of guilt in his stomach because, after all, his nanny wasn't at fault.
He ran and ran until his legs gave and his throat hurt for breathing in the cold air. Sitting on a bench at some park and watching his warm breath float and disappear in the cold air; he regretted wearing just a light sweater.
Jinki felt lonelier than ever, he realized he was lost in a place where he knew really no one. He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, shaking, but he no longer knew if it was because of the cold or the sobbing he couldn't stop anymore.
Someone he hadn't noticed sat beside him, Jinki didn't want to turn to look, he hid his face behind his auburn fringe. The person got closer, bending over to try to look at Jinki's face, and just then he noticed it was a kid something around his age.
"Aren't you cold?" was what he asked. Jinki couldn't help but turn towards the boy, startled by the rather obvious question. "Why are you out? Aren't you spending the holidays with your family?" the curious eyes kept asking, as this was all Jinki could see in the scarf-wrapped face. Jinki sobbed a few more times, staring at those big eyes.
"What- what about you?" Jinki decided to ask instead of answering. The boy sat straight again, shrugging a bit. He swung his feet back and forth, looking at the ground. Jinki looked at the ground too.
"You know" the boy spoke after a while "Christmas sucks"
Jinki looked at him, turning his gaze down again after a few seconds. "Y-yeah"
"And you know what else?" the boy kept saying with renewed confidence "I'm leaving. I'm going to a place where Christmas doesn't exist so I don't have to hate winters because of it"
"But where?" There was a small silence.
"Does it really matter?"
"No, I guess not..."
"...So, seeing as we're both alone, wouldn't you like to escape with me?" the eyes smiled at Jinki. "I think everything will be all right as long as we're together"
Jinki looked at the boy, not really knowing what to say, even though the idea seemed kind of exciting. He wanted to go.
"So? What do you say?" the boy asked again, getting impatient.
"I guess it's all right..." he answered in a faint voice, but just as he finished speaking, the boy jumped off the bench and grabbed Jinki's hand, starting to pull him along.
Maybe that's all he needed. Someone he could spend some time with. He wished then they could spend a lot of Christmas together. He smiled as the boy eye-smiled at him again.
"Geez, you're freezing! You know... We better get you some winter clothes before going"
"By the way, I'm Jonghyun. You are?"
Jinki thought a little bit. Then he shrugged "Doesn't matter. Just call me Onew"
Until We Bleed - Kleerup Ft. Lykke Li
JongHo, PG-15
It was perhaps the lights in the club, or the smokey atmosphere that surrounded them. It was maybe the effect of the alcohol in his veins, or the way the short man moved, ground against random bodies, and Minho couldn't do anything to keep his reason from falling and sinking slowly into darkness.
He felt his body numb, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, all he could do was watch.
The crowd moved around him but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from those dark eyes that looked back, some kind of challenge written on them, as those pink lips mouthed words Minho couldn't make out.
That body he had loved so many times before and still, Jonghyun managed to make him feel as if it was the first time he looked at his sharp features. He made him fall in love all over again, just at the right moment.
Jonghyun flashed a smug smirk at Minho, roaming his hands all over the girl that had fallen onto his grasp. They rubbed their bodies against each other, hotly, together with the boom of the music. Jonghyun then turning, grabbing the girl's hair to place a bruising kiss over her lips.
Minho knew Jonghyun liked to play around, but as much as he looked hot while being dominant, Minho couldn't stand it. And every time, it was like that every single time. Jonghyun was just provoking him; because in the end he would let himself be handled by the taller man, he would submit and let the other do as he willed.
Minho would grab him with bruising force and pour all his anger into his kisses, all his pent up frustration and desire into his rough touches, until the fog in his mind would start clearing, and he'd be afraid he might have broken the smaller man. But it will be all right, because Jonghyun can't break any further.
Then Jonghyun would grab him and kiss him, still tasting like cigarets and cheap alcohol and girls, softly speaking, telling him it's all right, that he likes it, that he loves him.
He loves him, he would say it over and over, between gasps and spasms; Minho will believe him, he will love him back with his whole body and soul. I love you, he would also say and feel his heart rip with those words, said feeling pouring out of it as burning lava, reaching Jonghyun to his core.
Words wouldn't be needed anymore, when the lava starts to cool down. But they know, even if they open up scars and wounds again, even if there's times when they share nothing more than the same sky, that they can't really keep themselves going without the presence of the other, might it be just on their minds at times.
Beautiful, Dirty, Rich- Lady Gaga
girl! Jonghyun, Taemin and Key, PG, slice of life
Taeyon licked her lips slightly, tasting the lip gloss she had put on earlier and arranged the luxurious dress on her body a bit. The party had been going smooth so far, but something hadn’t gone quite right for her. She had set her eyes for her prey of the night, but was slightly annoyed as Gwiboon had been cleverer and a bit faster than her, already wooing the man.
Taeyon was about to give a decided step when was suddenly stopped by a light and well manicured hand in her shoulder.
"Not so fast, kitty" She heard the melodic voice before turning to watch over her shoulder but of course she knew already, even before seeing that red glossed smirk, that it was Junghee. Taeyon glared at her with a pout.
"Tae, babe, you don't really want that bitch's nails clawing at your hair"
Taeyon looked at the floor, still frowning "But Unnie" she said in a whiny voice. "It's not fair. She doesn't really need the money. I have school to pay"
Junghee clicked her tongue. "That's one lame excuse" she said with a smirk. But it was fast wiped of her face as Taeyon's heel connected with her foot.
Rating: G to PG-15
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story.
Blankly (ManHaNi)- Miss A
JongHo, G, angst
Turning towards the road, he stared blankly at it. He didn't want the tall man to see what he was truly feeling. He tried, holding his hand still to keep him there; his hand was so cold it almost burned his skin. He didn't want to accept it, but he had to, he knew he had to let go soon, because withered feelings don't do well to badly placed together pieces of a heart. Because now he had nothing left but memories, he had to resign and pretend nothing was wrong, or they would escape through his eyes in hot and salty strands.
They would scatter and the sun would kiss and pick them up, leaving only faint traces of past, and he wouldn't be able to gather them together again.
All I want for Christmas is You- Mariah Carey
JongYu, G
Jinki just wished he could spend this Christmas as any other normal kid his age would. He wished he could spend it with his parents, seated all in front of the chimney with blankets and hot cocoa, waiting for midnight to arrive. But his parents were too busy. They seemed to no longer care.
"Jinki, Jinki where are you going?!" was the last thing he heard before slamming the front door and start running as if his life depended on it. He felt a little pang of guilt in his stomach because, after all, his nanny wasn't at fault.
He ran and ran until his legs gave and his throat hurt for breathing in the cold air. Sitting on a bench at some park and watching his warm breath float and disappear in the cold air; he regretted wearing just a light sweater.
Jinki felt lonelier than ever, he realized he was lost in a place where he knew really no one. He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, shaking, but he no longer knew if it was because of the cold or the sobbing he couldn't stop anymore.
Someone he hadn't noticed sat beside him, Jinki didn't want to turn to look, he hid his face behind his auburn fringe. The person got closer, bending over to try to look at Jinki's face, and just then he noticed it was a kid something around his age.
"Aren't you cold?" was what he asked. Jinki couldn't help but turn towards the boy, startled by the rather obvious question. "Why are you out? Aren't you spending the holidays with your family?" the curious eyes kept asking, as this was all Jinki could see in the scarf-wrapped face. Jinki sobbed a few more times, staring at those big eyes.
"What- what about you?" Jinki decided to ask instead of answering. The boy sat straight again, shrugging a bit. He swung his feet back and forth, looking at the ground. Jinki looked at the ground too.
"You know" the boy spoke after a while "Christmas sucks"
Jinki looked at him, turning his gaze down again after a few seconds. "Y-yeah"
"And you know what else?" the boy kept saying with renewed confidence "I'm leaving. I'm going to a place where Christmas doesn't exist so I don't have to hate winters because of it"
"But where?" There was a small silence.
"Does it really matter?"
"No, I guess not..."
"...So, seeing as we're both alone, wouldn't you like to escape with me?" the eyes smiled at Jinki. "I think everything will be all right as long as we're together"
Jinki looked at the boy, not really knowing what to say, even though the idea seemed kind of exciting. He wanted to go.
"So? What do you say?" the boy asked again, getting impatient.
"I guess it's all right..." he answered in a faint voice, but just as he finished speaking, the boy jumped off the bench and grabbed Jinki's hand, starting to pull him along.
Maybe that's all he needed. Someone he could spend some time with. He wished then they could spend a lot of Christmas together. He smiled as the boy eye-smiled at him again.
"Geez, you're freezing! You know... We better get you some winter clothes before going"
"By the way, I'm Jonghyun. You are?"
Jinki thought a little bit. Then he shrugged "Doesn't matter. Just call me Onew"
Until We Bleed - Kleerup Ft. Lykke Li
JongHo, PG-15
It was perhaps the lights in the club, or the smokey atmosphere that surrounded them. It was maybe the effect of the alcohol in his veins, or the way the short man moved, ground against random bodies, and Minho couldn't do anything to keep his reason from falling and sinking slowly into darkness.
He felt his body numb, he couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, all he could do was watch.
The crowd moved around him but he just couldn't tear his gaze away from those dark eyes that looked back, some kind of challenge written on them, as those pink lips mouthed words Minho couldn't make out.
That body he had loved so many times before and still, Jonghyun managed to make him feel as if it was the first time he looked at his sharp features. He made him fall in love all over again, just at the right moment.
Jonghyun flashed a smug smirk at Minho, roaming his hands all over the girl that had fallen onto his grasp. They rubbed their bodies against each other, hotly, together with the boom of the music. Jonghyun then turning, grabbing the girl's hair to place a bruising kiss over her lips.
Minho knew Jonghyun liked to play around, but as much as he looked hot while being dominant, Minho couldn't stand it. And every time, it was like that every single time. Jonghyun was just provoking him; because in the end he would let himself be handled by the taller man, he would submit and let the other do as he willed.
Minho would grab him with bruising force and pour all his anger into his kisses, all his pent up frustration and desire into his rough touches, until the fog in his mind would start clearing, and he'd be afraid he might have broken the smaller man. But it will be all right, because Jonghyun can't break any further.
Then Jonghyun would grab him and kiss him, still tasting like cigarets and cheap alcohol and girls, softly speaking, telling him it's all right, that he likes it, that he loves him.
He loves him, he would say it over and over, between gasps and spasms; Minho will believe him, he will love him back with his whole body and soul. I love you, he would also say and feel his heart rip with those words, said feeling pouring out of it as burning lava, reaching Jonghyun to his core.
Words wouldn't be needed anymore, when the lava starts to cool down. But they know, even if they open up scars and wounds again, even if there's times when they share nothing more than the same sky, that they can't really keep themselves going without the presence of the other, might it be just on their minds at times.
Beautiful, Dirty, Rich- Lady Gaga
girl! Jonghyun, Taemin and Key, PG, slice of life
Taeyon licked her lips slightly, tasting the lip gloss she had put on earlier and arranged the luxurious dress on her body a bit. The party had been going smooth so far, but something hadn’t gone quite right for her. She had set her eyes for her prey of the night, but was slightly annoyed as Gwiboon had been cleverer and a bit faster than her, already wooing the man.
Taeyon was about to give a decided step when was suddenly stopped by a light and well manicured hand in her shoulder.
"Not so fast, kitty" She heard the melodic voice before turning to watch over her shoulder but of course she knew already, even before seeing that red glossed smirk, that it was Junghee. Taeyon glared at her with a pout.
"Tae, babe, you don't really want that bitch's nails clawing at your hair"
Taeyon looked at the floor, still frowning "But Unnie" she said in a whiny voice. "It's not fair. She doesn't really need the money. I have school to pay"
Junghee clicked her tongue. "That's one lame excuse" she said with a smirk. But it was fast wiped of her face as Taeyon's heel connected with her foot.