three drabbles! [apink, exo, f(x)]
here are a few drabbles i wrote recently. thought i'd post them all in one to make things easier.
chomi for fany, chohan for kendall, and luhan/sulli (i'm calling it hanlli??) for an anon! enjoy~
park chorong for my love
413w. pg-13. chorong/bomi. bomi loses a bet and with it, her dignity.
“Guys, I can’t do this.” Yoon Bomi stands outside classroom 4B, face white as a sheet and feet rooted to the ground. “Really, I can’t.”
“Sure you can!” Her friends give her a shove and exchange mischievous grins. They had known all along that when they agreed to bet Bomi on how long she could go without making some lame pun, she would lose. She always did. And so, here they are, standing in front of the door that presumably, when opened, will lead to Bomi’s crush.
What her friends don’t know, however, is that Bomi’s crush is not someone she can just up and confess to. Sure, people are always doing stupid shit like this - yelling out their feelings and making each other chocolates or whatever - but Bomi has a feeling that it isn’t really going to go over so well for her.
The reason? Bomi likes a girl, and that isn’t generally something that people take too lightly.
“No, no, you guys, please,” Bomi whines as her two companions continue to push her towards the door. “I know I lost the bet, but really, isn’t this a bit harsh?”
“No!” Eunji and Namjoo shout simultaneously, giving Bomi one last shove. Two seconds later, the young girl finds herself face to face with thirty pairs of curious eyes. And then she starts shouting.
“…P-PARK CHORONG! PARK CHORONG! PARK CHORONG!”
Upon hearing her name screeched three times, the gorgeous Park Chorong looks up, her expression alight with something that looks like amusement. She and Bomi make eye contact for about half a second before the younger girl bolts out of the room, mumbling oh my god oh my god oh my GOD under her breath.
Later, her friends pat her back and feed her chocolate to try to calm her down while laughing, “How were we supposed to know that she was the one you like? You never told us.”
Bomi just groans and hits her head against the lunch table because she thinks she might just die. “This is the worst day of my life,” she whines. “Chorong is so fucking beautiful and perfect.”
The object of her affections then decides that this is a good time to walk past and overhear every word. Pausing mid-step, Chorong tucks a strand of her (oh so soft, oh so shiny) hair behind her ear and smiles.
“Thanks! You’re pretty cute, yourself.”
Bomi thinks maybe this isn’t the worst day of her life, after all.
get it
783w. pg-13. luhan/chorong. luhan makes a fool out of himself as he tries to take things with chorong to the next level.
“Chorong? Can I…ask you something?” Luhan starts, clearing his throat nervously and scooting closer to girlfriend on the couch. It’s a painfully normal Wednesday night and they’ve been watching movies for the past three hours. Or rather, Chorong has been watching movies while Luhan sits wallowing in agony and apprehension. It isn’t until the credits of Cars are rolling that he finally decides to go through with his plan.
(The plan, of course, isn’t really a plan but more like an action that has no specific strategies or precautions to go along with it. He’s winging it, and that scares the shit out of him. But oh well.)
Chorong’s eyes shift from the television screen to the doe-eyed boy sitting next to her. She sends him a warm smile that makes his heart twist around in his chest and lets out a soft laugh. “You just did?” she jokes, and Luhan reddens.
“…Right. Uh. I just…”
“Relax, I was joking,” Chorong laughs again, and it goes to show just how whipped Luhan is that he even finds her snorting to be cute. “Go ahead, shoot.”
“Um. Well.” His ears are burning, his hands are sweating, and Luhan thinks maybe he should just back out now. But then he remembers Baekhyun’s smug words from earlier ("You’ve been dating a whole year. Come on, dude - you could have had like a three month old kid by now.”) and resolves that this has to be said. He has to ask her. If he doesn’t, then he’d be a coward. At least according to his dumb best friend, he would.
“We’ve been together a long time, right?” he continues, nervously loosening the collar on his shirt. “And we love each other a lot and…we’re…happy…and stuff.” Chorong glances at him, a mixture of curiosity and amusement on her face. She really has no idea where her crazy boyfriend is going with this. But seeing him flustered is always fun - so she doesn’t ask any questions and instead just goes along with it.
“Sure,” she says, laughing again. Luhan wishes she would stop doing that because dammit, it’s distracting. He clears his throat again.
“I just thought, you know, our anniversary is coming up…and I know we’ve been progressing sort of…slowly…but I wanted you to know that I love you. And I want to give you everything, like, anything you want…including my whole heart and soul and…body. And I…fuck. This is cheesy. Can I start over?”
Chorong giggles and leans into his side, causing his heart rate to speed up even further. Luhan blushes furiously, wishing he could just spit it out already. But he doesn’t know how to. He hadn’t even thought about asking her this at all until his conversation with Baekhyun the other day, when he had told his best friend about spending their anniversary together and he made some snide comment about how he wouldn’t wait up for him because he was sure they’d be busy. Luhan had then gone wide eyed and said “We haven’t even done that yet!” and Baekhyun merely laughed. Then, later, with a panicked look: Oh god, you don’t think she’s expecting that, do you?
He still didn’t know if she was expecting it or not, which was why he had to ask. Maybe they were a bit slow when it came to taking things further in their relationship, but that was only because Luhan was always a nervous wreck around his girlfriend. And now wasn’t any different.
“Start over as many times as you’d like, Luhannie,” Chorong coos through her laughter, reaching out to pinch his cheeks affectionately. If she were anyone else, Luhan would push her away in an instant. But this is Chorong, and he’s stupidly in love with her, so instead he just pouts.
“Don’t laugh,” he says, and she drops her hands into her lap, nodding but still stifling a few snickers. He wants to reprimand her for not listening to him (she never listens) but instead he blurts, “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Well.
If his face was red before, now it’s vermillion, and Chorong’s eruption of chuckles isn’t helping. He opens his mouth to say something else, to tell her that he meant to propose this idea in a much more poised and romantic way, but she cuts him off with a kiss.
He barely has time to react and kiss back before she’s pulling away, eyes gleaming with mischief and a bright grin on her face.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she says, and when she leans in to kiss him again, Luhan decides that he has the best girlfriend in the entire world - persistent laughter and all.
shine for you
575w. g. luhan/sulli. luhan believes he is done with love - but jinri changes that.
There was a time, long ago, when Luhan fell in love as easily as a tired child falls asleep. But those days ended after he got his heart broken multiple times, and he swore he would never fall in love again. He was doing a pretty good job of it, too - until he met her.
Chanyeol had introduced them, a smug smile on his face as he told Luhan that his “cute and totally single friend Jinri” would be attending their university in the fall. At first he wasn’t really interested, although she was stunningly pretty. But the more they talked, the more captivated he became, and before he knew it, Luhan had fallen. Again.
It was scary how easily he accepted the bright, bubbly girl into his life. She had quickly become someone he cared for most, and Luhan almost feels ashamed for allowing himself to slip back into the bad habits of his youth. But this feels different. Jinri is different.
She doesn’t give him a look of pity when he asks her out, like he half expects her to. Instead she laughs, and if her laughter wasn’t so melodic and heart-warming, Luhan probably would have been a lot more upset by it. But despite her apparent amusement, Jinri says yes, because Luhan is cute and sweet and she was only really laughing because he had spinach stuck in his teeth, anyway. Luhan blushes and decides it probably could have been worse. (She could have said no.)
Their relationship is far from conventional - Jinri makes most of the decisions, constantly dragging her boyfriend out with her to go skydiving or force feeding him strange dishes. He doesn’t mind, though, especially not since all of her ideas have always turned out alright in the end. Sure, maybe being woken up at two in the morning to go drive up to an abandon hill and stargaze was a bit...inconvenient...but it was worth it. It always was.
This is what they are doing when Luhan finds his mind wandering, wondering just how in the world he got such a cool and beautiful girl like Jinri to go out with him. His girlfriend sees the deep contemplative look on his face and stifles a giggle.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, tugging on his hand with a soft smile.
Luhan tears his gaze away from the starlit sky for a moment, blushing slightly. “You,” he admits with a shrug. “I’m always thinking about you.”
This time Jinri really does laugh. “How gushy and romantic of you,” she teases. “...I’m thinking about how that one cluster of stars up there looks sort of like my high school homeroom teacher. See? There’s even a mustache.”
It’s such an unexpected and ridiculous statement that Luhan can’t help but grin like an idiot, laughter bubbling up through his chest. “You’re amazing,” he chuckles.
“Thanks,” Jinri responds easily, leaning over to rest her head against his shoulder. “You are, too.”
The words cause Luhan’s heart to soar and his cheeks to redden, and he knows in that moment that he’ll never find another girl like the one currently lying next to him. Jinri is not Luhan’s first love. She isn’t even his second, or his third. But as he watches her watch the stars, their hands intertwined between them as they lay on the hood of his old beat up car, he knows that she will be his last.
chomi for fany, chohan for kendall, and luhan/sulli (i'm calling it hanlli??) for an anon! enjoy~
park chorong for my love
413w. pg-13. chorong/bomi. bomi loses a bet and with it, her dignity.
“Guys, I can’t do this.” Yoon Bomi stands outside classroom 4B, face white as a sheet and feet rooted to the ground. “Really, I can’t.”
“Sure you can!” Her friends give her a shove and exchange mischievous grins. They had known all along that when they agreed to bet Bomi on how long she could go without making some lame pun, she would lose. She always did. And so, here they are, standing in front of the door that presumably, when opened, will lead to Bomi’s crush.
What her friends don’t know, however, is that Bomi’s crush is not someone she can just up and confess to. Sure, people are always doing stupid shit like this - yelling out their feelings and making each other chocolates or whatever - but Bomi has a feeling that it isn’t really going to go over so well for her.
The reason? Bomi likes a girl, and that isn’t generally something that people take too lightly.
“No, no, you guys, please,” Bomi whines as her two companions continue to push her towards the door. “I know I lost the bet, but really, isn’t this a bit harsh?”
“No!” Eunji and Namjoo shout simultaneously, giving Bomi one last shove. Two seconds later, the young girl finds herself face to face with thirty pairs of curious eyes. And then she starts shouting.
“…P-PARK CHORONG! PARK CHORONG! PARK CHORONG!”
Upon hearing her name screeched three times, the gorgeous Park Chorong looks up, her expression alight with something that looks like amusement. She and Bomi make eye contact for about half a second before the younger girl bolts out of the room, mumbling oh my god oh my god oh my GOD under her breath.
Later, her friends pat her back and feed her chocolate to try to calm her down while laughing, “How were we supposed to know that she was the one you like? You never told us.”
Bomi just groans and hits her head against the lunch table because she thinks she might just die. “This is the worst day of my life,” she whines. “Chorong is so fucking beautiful and perfect.”
The object of her affections then decides that this is a good time to walk past and overhear every word. Pausing mid-step, Chorong tucks a strand of her (oh so soft, oh so shiny) hair behind her ear and smiles.
“Thanks! You’re pretty cute, yourself.”
Bomi thinks maybe this isn’t the worst day of her life, after all.
get it
783w. pg-13. luhan/chorong. luhan makes a fool out of himself as he tries to take things with chorong to the next level.
“Chorong? Can I…ask you something?” Luhan starts, clearing his throat nervously and scooting closer to girlfriend on the couch. It’s a painfully normal Wednesday night and they’ve been watching movies for the past three hours. Or rather, Chorong has been watching movies while Luhan sits wallowing in agony and apprehension. It isn’t until the credits of Cars are rolling that he finally decides to go through with his plan.
(The plan, of course, isn’t really a plan but more like an action that has no specific strategies or precautions to go along with it. He’s winging it, and that scares the shit out of him. But oh well.)
Chorong’s eyes shift from the television screen to the doe-eyed boy sitting next to her. She sends him a warm smile that makes his heart twist around in his chest and lets out a soft laugh. “You just did?” she jokes, and Luhan reddens.
“…Right. Uh. I just…”
“Relax, I was joking,” Chorong laughs again, and it goes to show just how whipped Luhan is that he even finds her snorting to be cute. “Go ahead, shoot.”
“Um. Well.” His ears are burning, his hands are sweating, and Luhan thinks maybe he should just back out now. But then he remembers Baekhyun’s smug words from earlier ("You’ve been dating a whole year. Come on, dude - you could have had like a three month old kid by now.”) and resolves that this has to be said. He has to ask her. If he doesn’t, then he’d be a coward. At least according to his dumb best friend, he would.
“We’ve been together a long time, right?” he continues, nervously loosening the collar on his shirt. “And we love each other a lot and…we’re…happy…and stuff.” Chorong glances at him, a mixture of curiosity and amusement on her face. She really has no idea where her crazy boyfriend is going with this. But seeing him flustered is always fun - so she doesn’t ask any questions and instead just goes along with it.
“Sure,” she says, laughing again. Luhan wishes she would stop doing that because dammit, it’s distracting. He clears his throat again.
“I just thought, you know, our anniversary is coming up…and I know we’ve been progressing sort of…slowly…but I wanted you to know that I love you. And I want to give you everything, like, anything you want…including my whole heart and soul and…body. And I…fuck. This is cheesy. Can I start over?”
Chorong giggles and leans into his side, causing his heart rate to speed up even further. Luhan blushes furiously, wishing he could just spit it out already. But he doesn’t know how to. He hadn’t even thought about asking her this at all until his conversation with Baekhyun the other day, when he had told his best friend about spending their anniversary together and he made some snide comment about how he wouldn’t wait up for him because he was sure they’d be busy. Luhan had then gone wide eyed and said “We haven’t even done that yet!” and Baekhyun merely laughed. Then, later, with a panicked look: Oh god, you don’t think she’s expecting that, do you?
He still didn’t know if she was expecting it or not, which was why he had to ask. Maybe they were a bit slow when it came to taking things further in their relationship, but that was only because Luhan was always a nervous wreck around his girlfriend. And now wasn’t any different.
“Start over as many times as you’d like, Luhannie,” Chorong coos through her laughter, reaching out to pinch his cheeks affectionately. If she were anyone else, Luhan would push her away in an instant. But this is Chorong, and he’s stupidly in love with her, so instead he just pouts.
“Don’t laugh,” he says, and she drops her hands into her lap, nodding but still stifling a few snickers. He wants to reprimand her for not listening to him (she never listens) but instead he blurts, “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Well.
If his face was red before, now it’s vermillion, and Chorong’s eruption of chuckles isn’t helping. He opens his mouth to say something else, to tell her that he meant to propose this idea in a much more poised and romantic way, but she cuts him off with a kiss.
He barely has time to react and kiss back before she’s pulling away, eyes gleaming with mischief and a bright grin on her face.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she says, and when she leans in to kiss him again, Luhan decides that he has the best girlfriend in the entire world - persistent laughter and all.
shine for you
575w. g. luhan/sulli. luhan believes he is done with love - but jinri changes that.
There was a time, long ago, when Luhan fell in love as easily as a tired child falls asleep. But those days ended after he got his heart broken multiple times, and he swore he would never fall in love again. He was doing a pretty good job of it, too - until he met her.
Chanyeol had introduced them, a smug smile on his face as he told Luhan that his “cute and totally single friend Jinri” would be attending their university in the fall. At first he wasn’t really interested, although she was stunningly pretty. But the more they talked, the more captivated he became, and before he knew it, Luhan had fallen. Again.
It was scary how easily he accepted the bright, bubbly girl into his life. She had quickly become someone he cared for most, and Luhan almost feels ashamed for allowing himself to slip back into the bad habits of his youth. But this feels different. Jinri is different.
She doesn’t give him a look of pity when he asks her out, like he half expects her to. Instead she laughs, and if her laughter wasn’t so melodic and heart-warming, Luhan probably would have been a lot more upset by it. But despite her apparent amusement, Jinri says yes, because Luhan is cute and sweet and she was only really laughing because he had spinach stuck in his teeth, anyway. Luhan blushes and decides it probably could have been worse. (She could have said no.)
Their relationship is far from conventional - Jinri makes most of the decisions, constantly dragging her boyfriend out with her to go skydiving or force feeding him strange dishes. He doesn’t mind, though, especially not since all of her ideas have always turned out alright in the end. Sure, maybe being woken up at two in the morning to go drive up to an abandon hill and stargaze was a bit...inconvenient...but it was worth it. It always was.
This is what they are doing when Luhan finds his mind wandering, wondering just how in the world he got such a cool and beautiful girl like Jinri to go out with him. His girlfriend sees the deep contemplative look on his face and stifles a giggle.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks, tugging on his hand with a soft smile.
Luhan tears his gaze away from the starlit sky for a moment, blushing slightly. “You,” he admits with a shrug. “I’m always thinking about you.”
This time Jinri really does laugh. “How gushy and romantic of you,” she teases. “...I’m thinking about how that one cluster of stars up there looks sort of like my high school homeroom teacher. See? There’s even a mustache.”
It’s such an unexpected and ridiculous statement that Luhan can’t help but grin like an idiot, laughter bubbling up through his chest. “You’re amazing,” he chuckles.
“Thanks,” Jinri responds easily, leaning over to rest her head against his shoulder. “You are, too.”
The words cause Luhan’s heart to soar and his cheeks to redden, and he knows in that moment that he’ll never find another girl like the one currently lying next to him. Jinri is not Luhan’s first love. She isn’t even his second, or his third. But as he watches her watch the stars, their hands intertwined between them as they lay on the hood of his old beat up car, he knows that she will be his last.