[Fanfic] #007 Drabbles - Various
Laminated rose | AU, Fluff | Hensung [PG]
“This is getting you nowhere…” Zhoumi sighs while pulling the laminated stuff out softly. “If you’re going to buy a flower everyday in that florist shop, he’ll think you’re weird - although you are, or you’re taken, or you’re just a stalker.” Zhoumi coughs and passes the sheet to the latter while gazing at the florist shop opposite. “Just confess already.”
“Not now, ge.” Examining the item, he looks up and smiles, eyes curving downwards, to Zhoumi. “This is the ninety-eighth rose, just two more days.”
“Since when did you become such a Romanist? You’re buying a rose everyday just because your allowance could only do you good to this extent. If you don’t strike early, somebody might go ahead before you.”
“I know already. Thanks.” Henry smiles and taps the laminated rose on Zhoumi arms.
Couple of days later, Henry went to the florist shop again. He knows Jongwoon’s schedule so well that he could even memorises it upside down. He deliberately came an hour early. Clock ticks exceptionally slowly today and finally, an hour passes. Staring at the main entrance, the anticipated steps his feet into the shop and the bell plays on the handle when the door is pushed. Henry stands, eyes lock on Jongwoon, and Jongwoon stops.
He digs out a thick envelop and walks towards Jongwoon.
“Can I have the usual rose?”
“Okay.” Still feeling a little surprised, Jongwoon nods.
“Here.” He places it at the counter and prepares the keying on the cash register.
“Here, for you.” Henry drops the ninety eight laminated rose and places her ninety-ninth on top of it. “Sorry if this took me ninety-nine days to confess. But I think I could love you more than that, or rather, I’ve always loved you, since a year ago.” He smiles and pays the money.
“U-um….” Flushed, he looks down to the roses. “You collected these…” Jongwoon shies a smile. “I thought you’ve got a girlfriend.” He scratches his head, still blushing. “I’m happy” He hides his lips and smiles warmly to Henry.
Henry responds nothing and grabs his hands.
“I love you.”
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Bus one-four-six | AU, Fluff | Changkyu [PG]
Changmin claims his usual window seat in bus one-four-six. The seat counts three from the back. It’s the start of the week but Changmin never gets Monday-blues. Because he loves weekdays, much more that you could ever imagine than weekends. He counts to five after the bus halts for the red light. As expected, he turns out to the window and grins.
“Ah, he’s looking good today too.” He thought.
From Changmin’s view, we could see this fair-toned, apparently a high-schooler male who owns a wavy-brownish hair that frames an imperfect-but-close-to-flawless-face. His eyes ever so crystal clear, lips ever so tasty-looking red and when a breeze ruffles his hair, his eyes couldn’t help but to shut a little and that makes him kind of gentle-like in Changmin’s eyes.
He is sitting in a convertible, with a lady driver - who looks more than enough to debate that is his elder sister. Changmin’s eyes are still locked onto him, he also silently prays that he would not turn back and realises his passionate gaze towards the latter. Changmin just wanted some satisfaction by looking at him, Cho Kyuhyun.
When the red light disappears, obviously the convertible speeds faster than a loaded bus. He pouts and waves a goodbye to his crush, before getting off the bus in ten minutes time.
After school he waits for bus one-four-six at the usual bus-stop. He swings his legs until he finds himself kicking on something softly.
“Opps, sorry.” He looks up, also bewildered by what he sees.
“It’s okay.” The latter smiles and sits beside him.
Changmin gulps and grips his sleeve tightly, hoping that moment could last forever, also hoping that it won’t. Heart’s almost damaging his ribcage and he still couldn’t find a way to calm his mind down. He takes a deep breath and at the same time, Kyuhyun speaks.
“Would you mind if I sit beside you in bus one-four-six from now onwards?”
Changmin takes a whole minute to digest his question.
Kyuhyun thought it was necessary to repeat and tries to open his mouth again.
“Nope, not at all!” Changmin manages to reply. “Not… at all.” Blushing, he looks down to his feet and bites his lip.
Kyuhyun voices out a tiny laugh and grabs Changmin’s hand.
“Okay,” He rubs his thumb against Changmin’s palm. “We will board the bus together like this.”
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Donghae | AU, Slight-angst(?) | Haehyuk [PG]
“Caught ya’!” Hyukjae smirks. “Fancy hopping around in my backyard huh?”
The tiny mammal looks at him, innocently.
“You’re not wild, are you?” Hyukjae asks and wasn’t expecting any answers.
He smiles and brings it indoors.
“It’s going to rain, Bunny-ssi.” He strokes his fingers from its head to its tail gently. Occasionally he will play with its ears. Apparently, they shares mutual feelings. He thought for three days - what should he name it? But this isn’t wild - well, it can’t be, and possibly not - and obviously he couldn’t claim it completely. It must belong to somebody.
“Are you not going home?” Hyukjae pouts and pokes it.
The bunny ignores and jumps out of the couch, lands itself on a sheet of newspaper and stares at its so-called-owner. Hyukjae slants his eyes down and moves lower dubiously. He reads what he could comprehend.
“Ahhh, you’re hungry... You could recognise even this is not your range of food.” He carries the bunny. “It says ‘Fishes from the East-Sea…”
“East-Sea… Sea…” He looks at it and grins. “You like it?”
The bunny stays still.
“Donghae-ah, dinner time!” He places a bowl of vegetables on the ground. “Sorry, it looks like you’ll have to eat this until your actual feed arrives - which will be a week later.”
Donghae didn’t mind and finished everything. Every day and night, Donghae would stick to its owner and does almost everything with him, be it watching television programmes, surfing the net, playing video games, or even in the bath - they does it together, appropriately.
Hyukjae thought meeting it was amazing. He’s introverted for life, so he didn’t have much acquaintances, let it alone friends, he hates the crowd and hard goes out. Donghae could have been the closest companion he could ever have. He likes Donghae, a lot.
It just has to be on this day - rainy day, the day when Donghae’s a month worth of feed arrives. Hyukjae has no idea where it went to. He searched all possible corners and hideout in the house, he called out to it umpteen times, he tried to use luring by using its favourite toys and food, no response. It would be a lie if you were to say Hyukjae feels nothing. Of course he’d. Although it might be ridiculous to get devastated because you’ve lost a pet, it wasn’t even yours to start with, but if you’re still humane, you’ll definitely feel something. Sometimes it hurts so much that you feel like expressing it through tears, because the thing that you’ve always held dearly, is lost.
And the doorbell just has to ring at this time. Hyukjae sniffs and staggers slightly towards the door. A delivery man greets him with a bright smile despite this depressing weather. Hyukjae nods and waits for his next response.
“Here’s the rabbit feed that you’ve ordered from us a week ago.” He takes a folded sheet of bill and pen out from his pocket. “Please check and sign it.”
He coughs after he signed it, takes over the package and places it on the ground.
“You’re drenched all over…”
“Because the rain’s too heavy, and I’m riding on a two-wheel.” The latter smiles while rubbing his neck.
“Come on in, I’ll offer you a towel.”
“A-ah… Thanks.”
The delivery man sits on the couch like an obedient child and scans around the living area. His vision back straight again until Hyukjae comes back with a towel and a cup of hot tea. He thanked him and Hyukjae settles on the single couch beside him.
“Um… Your pet… it’s a rabbit, right?”
“Yeah…” Hyukjae inhales. “But it’s gone, somewhere faraway.”
“You mean it’s dying?”
“Isn’t that applies to cats.”
“Really?” He rubs his neck awkwardly again.
“I don’t know. Probably it was…”
Both of them say nothing afterwards. The only sound made is the splashing of the heavy pour outside, the grasses in the backyard are drowned, and the sky is painted grey.
Hyukjae moves when the latter initiates himself on leaving after the hot tea and towel treat. He thanked Hyukjae before stepping out of the door.
“I feel sorry for your rabbit, really.”
“Thanks.” Hyukjae tries to smile warmly.
“Thank you, too. For the hospitality.” He doubles Hyukjae’s smile. “Think we won’t be meeting again?”
“Probably…”
“Well, goodbye then, Hyukjae-ssi.”
“Goodbye - name?”
“Donghae.” - was what he said before setting off with his motorbike.
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Perfect squares | AU, Fluff(?) | Kyusung [PG]
“If it’s a perfect square, it will give you a2+2ab+b2. Remember this and use it in both factorising and expanding. If you simplify it by expanding, you’ll just get it wrong.” The wavy-brunette pokes the pen on the desk three times. “Got it?”
“Yeah…” The black-haired scratches his head with the tip of his pen.
“Try it.”
The ordered inhales deeply and straightens his back, eyes firm, on the question paper. He stares at it and tries to think. He closes his eyes and stares at it again and thinks again. Closes his eyes and stares and - ouch! A hit on the head by his boyfriend with the sinfully thick Mathematics textbook.
“I really don’t know. It has a lot of alphabets.” He looks at him, eyes almost invisible, with a pout, while rubbing his head. “You see, the denominators are demons. I don’t even know how do I factorise it, and simplify it.”
“It’s easy. You’ll just learn this method first.”
“What, you mean we still need to learn other methods?!”
“Good grief, Kim Jong Woon, what have you been doing in class…”
“Yah, Cho Kyu Hyun, I know I’m not as academically strong as you. That’s why I need you to be here.”
“You’re not even improving. We have been doing this consistently for the past few weeks. And this should be on our fingertips like during our junior years. How old are you now?”
“S-shut up, I’m just bad in Math.”
Kyuhyun sighs, and did another example for the latter.
“You see, when you have a perfect square, you can totally smile because if you follow this formula, you’ll just get the same answer. So this goes ultimately the same as factorisation because you see, a2+2ab+b2, if you factorise it, you’ll just get a perfect square. You can check it by expanding it again if you want but just trust me and this method, it works out perfectly fine.”
Jongwoon stares at Kyuhyun - this has been going on ever since Kyuhyun has started his explaination.
“Don’t you get it? Like, you see, a2+2ab +- Yah, what are you doing?!” Kyuhyun shrieks a little.
“Kyuhyun-ah, stop squaring and let’s go to bed already. It’s like half past two now. Go to bed and let’s replenish some energy, I’ll turn your asshole into a big~circle.”
Kyuhyun blushed immediately and threw Jongwoon’s head on his shoulder into the air.
“I-idiot.”
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Mood-trap | AU, Smut | Yehyuk [NC-17]
A glittering meteor; roulette of wishes.
“I want you, so much.” The older male whispers into the younger’s ears while perforating from the back. “You’re so full of… lust.” He licks and nibbles his ears while burying his fingers in his red hair, pulling it whenever there is a piercing sensation shooting up to his spine.
“Jong… woon-hyung.” He breathes. “I-I… can’t…” The redhead squeezes the sheets while eyelids are completely shut uncomfortably.
“Just… a little while more, Hyukkie.”
The flavour entangles you; takes your breath away.
Jongwoon leans closer and grabs Hyukjae’s chin and goes ahead to slurp his saliva while playing his cavern with his tongue. Hyukjae does the same too; both of them taste each other. It has this bitter-sweet flavour that you can’t taste in the ice-creams from the famous parlour down the streets, it’s different from the brand of strawberry milk that Hyukjae drinks on daily basis, and it’s totally different from the taste of Jongwoon’s favourite Starbucks. Hyukjae pants after Jongwoon stops.
Once infection, twice addiction; subliminal stimulation.
“You know, Hyukjae, I can’t cum, if it’s not you.” Jongwoon goes faster with a hint of impatience.
“I’m… I’m cumming… already.” Hyukjae grabs Jongwoon’s hand and tightens it.
Jongwoon gives in his last thrust and he came before Hyukjae does. He landed above Hyukjae, against his back.
“Hyukjae,” Jongwoon embraces him and kisses gently on his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Still grabbing Jongwoon’s hand, he keeps it under his chest and closes his eyes.