[SJ/SNSD Fic] Drabble Set #1
Drabble Set #1
kyuhyun + ryeowook(/yesung) | But I Won’t Do That (302 words)
“Please, it’ll be fun. You, me, and Jongwoon-”
“You lost me at please.” Kyuhyun walks casually through the college campus, Ryeowook following desperately at his heels. “Actually, that’s a lie. You lost me at Jongwoon.”
“I seem to lose everyone at Jongwoon.” mutters Ryeowook, finally catching up to Kyuhyun and copying his stride. The two make their way out of the college and walk towards the bus stop near the corner of the street.
The previous rain fall seemed to have calmed, but the chill was still very much present in the air. Ryeowook pushes himself closer to Kyuhyun for warmth, but the younger makes a face of mock disgust and pushes Ryeowook away.
“Please Kyuhyun, I promise I will never ask you for anything again” begs Ryeowook, pouting his lips and making the puppiest puppy eyes possible. More for the purpose of irritating Kyuhyun rather than softening his heart.
Kyuhyun sighs, almost defeated. “Ryeowook, don’t you think there’s a reason your mum wants you to be supervised on your dates with Jongwoon?” the implications were clear in his voice, and Ryeowook recoils at the mention of them. There was a reason Ryeowook’s mother didn’t want him to go out with Jongwoon alone, and that reason was Kyuhyun and his ‘Jongwoon? I heard his libido is larger than the college campus’. But Ryeowook didn’t need to know that.
Ryeowook hugs Kyuhyun tightly, and the former shuddered at the intimacy of it all. “Please?” tries Ryeowook one last time.
Kyuhyun bites his lip and thinks for a minute. “Fine, but I’m choosing the diner.”
Ryeowook giggles giddely. “By the way, Jongwoon says it’s okay for you to call him Yesung.”
“No. I refuse.” states Kyuhyun, walking away nonchalantly. Ryeowook runs after him laughing.
sungmin/donghae, donghae/kyuhyun | You Taste So Sweet, But I'm Still Sour (309 words)
Sungmin waits a lot, he waits, and he waits, and he waits.
He grips the satin bed sheets and waits, occasionally staring at his phone, eyes narrowing in expectation. For a phone call, for a text message, for anything. He waits for a knock on the hotel door, for Donghae to come running back. Not necessarily because he wants Sungmin, but just for him to come back. He could come back because he realised he left his phone tangled in the bed sheets, he could come back because his conscience told him to give Sungmin a few extra bucks this time around- out of empathy or whatever. Sungmin doesn't really care, he just wants him to come back. He'd work from there.
But he knows he won't return, he knows because when Donghae visits him at his lame job at the post office, he has another boy with him. One with a smug smile, but eyes full of good intentions. Sungmin wants to hate him, but he can't, because he'd have to hate himself first. So all he can do is grit his teeth and force a smile whenever he sees their fingers intertwined. They're just fingers he tells himself- him and Donghae have had their whole beings intertwined.
When Sungmin is done waiting he moves to the window, wiping off the condensation and staring down at the cold street below. He can see Donghae wait, but not for him. A silver mercedes pulls up next to him, and before jumping in Donghae sticks his head through the front window. To kiss the driver on the cheek or whisper 'hey, Kyuhyun, how have you been' Sungmin isn't too sure- he doesn't really care. He just watches as the Mercedes drives away with Donghae staring out the window in shotgun, and Kyuhyun probably asking him how his business meeting went.
kyuhyun/donghae | Black and Gold (361 words)
Kyuhyun wanders through the dark groping the air blindly, he tries to open his eyes, but they're already open. So instead he prays for a light. He prays, and he cries, and he holds himself, letting his sobs come out in staccato and watching as his tears splatter to the floor.
Every now and then someone comes in, and he holds Kyuhyun tighter than Kyuhyun holds himself. He whispers things into Kyuhyun's ear, something about loving him. And that he's sorry. And the nurses in white tell Kyuhyun that he's insane, but Kyuhyun doesn't think he's the insane one. He's not insane enough to love himself at least- that honour goes to the stranger who holds him.
Kyuhyun isn't sure whether a stranger is the right thing to call him, because he's so familiar. Not only his warmth, but his scent, and his aura. It radiates and Kyuhyun feels like this stranger is more of a friend than his own friends are.
He hears the stranger's voice in his sleep, it makes him have fits. The doctors call it flashbacks, but they couldn't be flashbacks. Because in these 'flashbacks' the stranger has his head cupped, the stranger has his breath much too close to Kyuhyun's skin, the stranger is driving, and Kyuhyun is watching him with adoration- or at least it feels like adoration, Kyuhyun can't really see himself. He watches him drive, and then he watches white light, and suddenly he feels less adoration and more pain.
One day the stranger stops coming, and Kyuhyun feels worried. So he calls for a doctor, something which sends the hospital in a frenzy, because apparently Kyuhyun never calls. They call it trauma, Kyuhyun thinks it's just because he never wants to talk.
He asks the doctor- 'Sungmin'- where the stranger is. And the doctor shakes his head and says 'Donghae is high above us now' and Kyuhyun shakes his head, because he didn't ask about Donghae. Donghae wasn't a stranger, Donghae was anything but. He wants to know where the stranger is. But Sungmin shakes his head, kisses Kyuhyun's forehead, and holds him close. Kyuhyun goes back to darkness.
sungmin/kyuhyun (sungmin/sunny, kyuhyun/victoria) | I'm All Out Of Faith (527 words)
Sungmin pours the wine carefully into Kyuhyun's glass, eyeing the red liquid with utmost focus, making sure it doesn't spill across the sides. Kyuhyun bites his lips amused, and occasionally shakes his wine glass to unnerve Sungmin, something which makes the older boy's eyebrows twitch.
'How long has it been since I've celebrated my birthday properly' 'Is this properly?' 'It's as proper as it gets.' Just the two of them, the lights dimmed, and the music of the city accompanying them.
The conversation stops and silence seeps in, and it suffocates Sungmin. And he needs to talk. But it would be stupid to talk- they never talk when they're tasting wine. They savour the taste, it's what they do. It's what Sungmin does. But with the silence nowadays comes a newfound suffocation, and the room temperature begins to rise.
He wants to kiss Kyuhyun, he wants to run his fingers through those locks, and he wants to make sure Kyuhyun understands why. Kyuhyun usually understands, even though he doesn't say so himself. But Sungmin knows that if he kisses Kyuhyun he won't understand, and Sungmin's going to hate himself, and Kyuhyun is going to hate him, and Sunny is going to hate them both, and god knows Victoria will probably just hate herself.
But these thoughts don't fester themselves until they're both on the bed, and Kyuhyun is breathing too close to Sungmin's neck, and Sungmin's dream of running his fingers through those locks make themselves a reality. It's not too dirty at least, Sungmin tries to justify it, but he fails. Apparently he says it out loud because Kyuhyun chuckles and asks if he wants to make it dirty, which causes Sungmin to blush and makes Kyuhyun run his thumb gently down his cheek.
He asks Kyuhyun if it feels weird, and Kyuhyun says not if they don't think about it. He tells Kyuhyun he feels sort of guilty, and Kyuhyun ask why when he's not the one who initiated it. Sungmin furrows his eyebrows to remember, and he thinks he recalls the taste of wine on his tongue- not the traditional kind of wine, but just as intoxicating- and he realises 'oh, you started it'. And Kyuhyun just gets annoyed and tells him to stop killing the moment, fingers intertwining with Sungmin, and his lips trailing over Sungmin's face.
Kyuhyun kisses him and Sungmin whispers something like 'Victoria' against Kyuhyun's lips, he expects the younger to slap the back of his head for killing the moment again. But instead he murmurs that 'she doesn't understand', Sungmin wants to talk, but Kyuhyun finishes, 'not that that's a decent excuse'. So Sungmin stays quiet and holds Kyuhyun closer, at least they're on the same page. And he doesn't think he has to explain about Sunny.
There's a knock on the door, and there's a question 'Mr. Cho, are you awake? If you are, can you call us, we need to check your heart'. Sungmin stops but Kyuhyun presses a finger to his lips. And Sungmin realises they're not kissing anymore. Sungmin drums his fingers against Kyuhyun's chest, and he feels cool tears splash against his flushed cheeks.
'I'm trying not to be strong. I'm trying to cry with you. I'm trying to give into everything.' Sungmin says, because that's what Kyuhyun wants. Right? Kyuhyun nods into Sungmin's hair, and presses his mouth against it. It makes no sense really, Kyuhyun's demands, and he knows no one understands. But he's okay with it, because that's why they're both here.
sungmin/sooyoung | Girls Bring The Boys Out (358 words)
"You're about to faint Lee Sungmin" Sooyoung laughs, her voice tauntingly steady, and her eyes suspiciously not glazed over.
Sungmin holds his ground, not that it means much, since his cheeks are flushed pink, and his eyes are probably clouded over. He narrows his eyes at the teasing girl in front of him and slams his fist onto the counter.
"You're cheating" he drawls. Sooyoung has the gull to look offended, but nonetheless pours some of her drink into Sungmin's glass. Sungmin has a taste of it and it burns his throat. Okay, so she's not cheating. Sungmin just has a girly alcohol tolerance.
The announcer on the television says 'Tippany' again, and Sungmin winces and Sooyoung laughs heartily (okay, so maybe she is drunk) and takes her shot in one swift motion. Sungmin is grasping the table and is trying to force his down without throwing up. Apparently the babe has a conscience because she looks concerned, and places her palms against Sungmin's cheek.
"Hey, Ming. I think we should call it off. I'm not sure Kyuhyun will appreciate you betting his computer anyway."
Sungmin shakes his head. "No!" he exclaims- the nerve of such a suggestion. "No, we're sitting here until one of us dies of alcohol poisoning."
Sooyoung shakes her head amused and begins packing her purse, pecking Sungmin quickly before beginning to call for a designated driver to take her intoxicated boyfriend home.
"Our budget!" Sungmin suddenly blurts out, too drunk to realise the consequences of his future action. However it gets Sooyoung's attention, and she cocks her head at him.
"Sorry?"
"I'll give you. My band's comeback budget." Sungmin speaks slowly and deliberately, but it ends up coming out slurred anyway.
Sooyoung bites her lip, but greed gets the best of her and she agrees. They spend the next five minutes staring at the television expectantly and holding their glasses with a vice like grip.
'Tippany' the announcer says again. And both Sungmin and Sooyoung take a gulp of their shots. Sooyoung shakes her head and musses up her hair. Sungmin shakes his head and ends up throwing up all over the floor.
sungmin + ryeowook/yesung | Shaken Not Stirred (180 words)
“Your best friend gave you directions to a whore house?” Sungmin exclaims. Ryeowook nods solemnly, resting his head against the cool bar counter. Jongwoon was sitting beside him and seemed to be texting angry messages to Kyuhyun.
“Why would he do that?” asks Sungmin before ordering another round of drinks.
“He doesn’t like my boyfriend very much. Or me. Actually, he doesn’t like life.” Ryeowook snorts and downs a glass of soju before hiccuping and demanding a refill. Sungmin nods his head disapprovingly, rubbing Ryeowook comfortingly on the back.
“The whore house must have been horrible.” says Sungmin, sliding a glass of soju to Jongwoon. Ryeowook nods and buries his head deeper into his arms.
“Well, not really.” protests Jongwoon. Sungmin and Ryeowook turn to look at him with saucer-like eyes. Jongwoon eyes the two of them and edges away on his seat. “I mean, some of the whores were really hot.”
Ryeowook lifts himself up from the bar counter.
“B-b-but. The idea itself is horrid. Yeah, of course. Waiter!” Jongwoon orders another glass of soju.
a/n: So i feel like I should explain- I just really wanted to get back into writing regularly. And paradigm_twist says my stories are always long. So instead of long substance-less stories, I give you 6 substance-less drabbles. The first one and the last one are deleted/alternate scenes from 'Lights Will Guide You Home'- which I promise, I will finish. Hopefully. In a few years.
kyuhyun + ryeowook(/yesung) | But I Won’t Do That (302 words)
“Please, it’ll be fun. You, me, and Jongwoon-”
“You lost me at please.” Kyuhyun walks casually through the college campus, Ryeowook following desperately at his heels. “Actually, that’s a lie. You lost me at Jongwoon.”
“I seem to lose everyone at Jongwoon.” mutters Ryeowook, finally catching up to Kyuhyun and copying his stride. The two make their way out of the college and walk towards the bus stop near the corner of the street.
The previous rain fall seemed to have calmed, but the chill was still very much present in the air. Ryeowook pushes himself closer to Kyuhyun for warmth, but the younger makes a face of mock disgust and pushes Ryeowook away.
“Please Kyuhyun, I promise I will never ask you for anything again” begs Ryeowook, pouting his lips and making the puppiest puppy eyes possible. More for the purpose of irritating Kyuhyun rather than softening his heart.
Kyuhyun sighs, almost defeated. “Ryeowook, don’t you think there’s a reason your mum wants you to be supervised on your dates with Jongwoon?” the implications were clear in his voice, and Ryeowook recoils at the mention of them. There was a reason Ryeowook’s mother didn’t want him to go out with Jongwoon alone, and that reason was Kyuhyun and his ‘Jongwoon? I heard his libido is larger than the college campus’. But Ryeowook didn’t need to know that.
Ryeowook hugs Kyuhyun tightly, and the former shuddered at the intimacy of it all. “Please?” tries Ryeowook one last time.
Kyuhyun bites his lip and thinks for a minute. “Fine, but I’m choosing the diner.”
Ryeowook giggles giddely. “By the way, Jongwoon says it’s okay for you to call him Yesung.”
“No. I refuse.” states Kyuhyun, walking away nonchalantly. Ryeowook runs after him laughing.
sungmin/donghae, donghae/kyuhyun | You Taste So Sweet, But I'm Still Sour (309 words)
Sungmin waits a lot, he waits, and he waits, and he waits.
He grips the satin bed sheets and waits, occasionally staring at his phone, eyes narrowing in expectation. For a phone call, for a text message, for anything. He waits for a knock on the hotel door, for Donghae to come running back. Not necessarily because he wants Sungmin, but just for him to come back. He could come back because he realised he left his phone tangled in the bed sheets, he could come back because his conscience told him to give Sungmin a few extra bucks this time around- out of empathy or whatever. Sungmin doesn't really care, he just wants him to come back. He'd work from there.
But he knows he won't return, he knows because when Donghae visits him at his lame job at the post office, he has another boy with him. One with a smug smile, but eyes full of good intentions. Sungmin wants to hate him, but he can't, because he'd have to hate himself first. So all he can do is grit his teeth and force a smile whenever he sees their fingers intertwined. They're just fingers he tells himself- him and Donghae have had their whole beings intertwined.
When Sungmin is done waiting he moves to the window, wiping off the condensation and staring down at the cold street below. He can see Donghae wait, but not for him. A silver mercedes pulls up next to him, and before jumping in Donghae sticks his head through the front window. To kiss the driver on the cheek or whisper 'hey, Kyuhyun, how have you been' Sungmin isn't too sure- he doesn't really care. He just watches as the Mercedes drives away with Donghae staring out the window in shotgun, and Kyuhyun probably asking him how his business meeting went.
kyuhyun/donghae | Black and Gold (361 words)
Kyuhyun wanders through the dark groping the air blindly, he tries to open his eyes, but they're already open. So instead he prays for a light. He prays, and he cries, and he holds himself, letting his sobs come out in staccato and watching as his tears splatter to the floor.
Every now and then someone comes in, and he holds Kyuhyun tighter than Kyuhyun holds himself. He whispers things into Kyuhyun's ear, something about loving him. And that he's sorry. And the nurses in white tell Kyuhyun that he's insane, but Kyuhyun doesn't think he's the insane one. He's not insane enough to love himself at least- that honour goes to the stranger who holds him.
Kyuhyun isn't sure whether a stranger is the right thing to call him, because he's so familiar. Not only his warmth, but his scent, and his aura. It radiates and Kyuhyun feels like this stranger is more of a friend than his own friends are.
He hears the stranger's voice in his sleep, it makes him have fits. The doctors call it flashbacks, but they couldn't be flashbacks. Because in these 'flashbacks' the stranger has his head cupped, the stranger has his breath much too close to Kyuhyun's skin, the stranger is driving, and Kyuhyun is watching him with adoration- or at least it feels like adoration, Kyuhyun can't really see himself. He watches him drive, and then he watches white light, and suddenly he feels less adoration and more pain.
One day the stranger stops coming, and Kyuhyun feels worried. So he calls for a doctor, something which sends the hospital in a frenzy, because apparently Kyuhyun never calls. They call it trauma, Kyuhyun thinks it's just because he never wants to talk.
He asks the doctor- 'Sungmin'- where the stranger is. And the doctor shakes his head and says 'Donghae is high above us now' and Kyuhyun shakes his head, because he didn't ask about Donghae. Donghae wasn't a stranger, Donghae was anything but. He wants to know where the stranger is. But Sungmin shakes his head, kisses Kyuhyun's forehead, and holds him close. Kyuhyun goes back to darkness.
sungmin/kyuhyun (sungmin/sunny, kyuhyun/victoria) | I'm All Out Of Faith (527 words)
Sungmin pours the wine carefully into Kyuhyun's glass, eyeing the red liquid with utmost focus, making sure it doesn't spill across the sides. Kyuhyun bites his lips amused, and occasionally shakes his wine glass to unnerve Sungmin, something which makes the older boy's eyebrows twitch.
'How long has it been since I've celebrated my birthday properly' 'Is this properly?' 'It's as proper as it gets.' Just the two of them, the lights dimmed, and the music of the city accompanying them.
The conversation stops and silence seeps in, and it suffocates Sungmin. And he needs to talk. But it would be stupid to talk- they never talk when they're tasting wine. They savour the taste, it's what they do. It's what Sungmin does. But with the silence nowadays comes a newfound suffocation, and the room temperature begins to rise.
He wants to kiss Kyuhyun, he wants to run his fingers through those locks, and he wants to make sure Kyuhyun understands why. Kyuhyun usually understands, even though he doesn't say so himself. But Sungmin knows that if he kisses Kyuhyun he won't understand, and Sungmin's going to hate himself, and Kyuhyun is going to hate him, and Sunny is going to hate them both, and god knows Victoria will probably just hate herself.
But these thoughts don't fester themselves until they're both on the bed, and Kyuhyun is breathing too close to Sungmin's neck, and Sungmin's dream of running his fingers through those locks make themselves a reality. It's not too dirty at least, Sungmin tries to justify it, but he fails. Apparently he says it out loud because Kyuhyun chuckles and asks if he wants to make it dirty, which causes Sungmin to blush and makes Kyuhyun run his thumb gently down his cheek.
He asks Kyuhyun if it feels weird, and Kyuhyun says not if they don't think about it. He tells Kyuhyun he feels sort of guilty, and Kyuhyun ask why when he's not the one who initiated it. Sungmin furrows his eyebrows to remember, and he thinks he recalls the taste of wine on his tongue- not the traditional kind of wine, but just as intoxicating- and he realises 'oh, you started it'. And Kyuhyun just gets annoyed and tells him to stop killing the moment, fingers intertwining with Sungmin, and his lips trailing over Sungmin's face.
Kyuhyun kisses him and Sungmin whispers something like 'Victoria' against Kyuhyun's lips, he expects the younger to slap the back of his head for killing the moment again. But instead he murmurs that 'she doesn't understand', Sungmin wants to talk, but Kyuhyun finishes, 'not that that's a decent excuse'. So Sungmin stays quiet and holds Kyuhyun closer, at least they're on the same page. And he doesn't think he has to explain about Sunny.
There's a knock on the door, and there's a question 'Mr. Cho, are you awake? If you are, can you call us, we need to check your heart'. Sungmin stops but Kyuhyun presses a finger to his lips. And Sungmin realises they're not kissing anymore. Sungmin drums his fingers against Kyuhyun's chest, and he feels cool tears splash against his flushed cheeks.
'I'm trying not to be strong. I'm trying to cry with you. I'm trying to give into everything.' Sungmin says, because that's what Kyuhyun wants. Right? Kyuhyun nods into Sungmin's hair, and presses his mouth against it. It makes no sense really, Kyuhyun's demands, and he knows no one understands. But he's okay with it, because that's why they're both here.
sungmin/sooyoung | Girls Bring The Boys Out (358 words)
"You're about to faint Lee Sungmin" Sooyoung laughs, her voice tauntingly steady, and her eyes suspiciously not glazed over.
Sungmin holds his ground, not that it means much, since his cheeks are flushed pink, and his eyes are probably clouded over. He narrows his eyes at the teasing girl in front of him and slams his fist onto the counter.
"You're cheating" he drawls. Sooyoung has the gull to look offended, but nonetheless pours some of her drink into Sungmin's glass. Sungmin has a taste of it and it burns his throat. Okay, so she's not cheating. Sungmin just has a girly alcohol tolerance.
The announcer on the television says 'Tippany' again, and Sungmin winces and Sooyoung laughs heartily (okay, so maybe she is drunk) and takes her shot in one swift motion. Sungmin is grasping the table and is trying to force his down without throwing up. Apparently the babe has a conscience because she looks concerned, and places her palms against Sungmin's cheek.
"Hey, Ming. I think we should call it off. I'm not sure Kyuhyun will appreciate you betting his computer anyway."
Sungmin shakes his head. "No!" he exclaims- the nerve of such a suggestion. "No, we're sitting here until one of us dies of alcohol poisoning."
Sooyoung shakes her head amused and begins packing her purse, pecking Sungmin quickly before beginning to call for a designated driver to take her intoxicated boyfriend home.
"Our budget!" Sungmin suddenly blurts out, too drunk to realise the consequences of his future action. However it gets Sooyoung's attention, and she cocks her head at him.
"Sorry?"
"I'll give you. My band's comeback budget." Sungmin speaks slowly and deliberately, but it ends up coming out slurred anyway.
Sooyoung bites her lip, but greed gets the best of her and she agrees. They spend the next five minutes staring at the television expectantly and holding their glasses with a vice like grip.
'Tippany' the announcer says again. And both Sungmin and Sooyoung take a gulp of their shots. Sooyoung shakes her head and musses up her hair. Sungmin shakes his head and ends up throwing up all over the floor.
sungmin + ryeowook/yesung | Shaken Not Stirred (180 words)
“Your best friend gave you directions to a whore house?” Sungmin exclaims. Ryeowook nods solemnly, resting his head against the cool bar counter. Jongwoon was sitting beside him and seemed to be texting angry messages to Kyuhyun.
“Why would he do that?” asks Sungmin before ordering another round of drinks.
“He doesn’t like my boyfriend very much. Or me. Actually, he doesn’t like life.” Ryeowook snorts and downs a glass of soju before hiccuping and demanding a refill. Sungmin nods his head disapprovingly, rubbing Ryeowook comfortingly on the back.
“The whore house must have been horrible.” says Sungmin, sliding a glass of soju to Jongwoon. Ryeowook nods and buries his head deeper into his arms.
“Well, not really.” protests Jongwoon. Sungmin and Ryeowook turn to look at him with saucer-like eyes. Jongwoon eyes the two of them and edges away on his seat. “I mean, some of the whores were really hot.”
Ryeowook lifts himself up from the bar counter.
“B-b-but. The idea itself is horrid. Yeah, of course. Waiter!” Jongwoon orders another glass of soju.
a/n: So i feel like I should explain- I just really wanted to get back into writing regularly. And paradigm_twist says my stories are always long. So instead of long substance-less stories, I give you 6 substance-less drabbles. The first one and the last one are deleted/alternate scenes from 'Lights Will Guide You Home'- which I promise, I will finish. Hopefully. In a few years.