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get to the point
jongin/sehun
pg-13 | ~995 words
This is twisted, this is not okay-this is a crisis.
note: based on this
This isn't supposed to happen, thinks Jongin. This is twisted, this is not okay-this is a crisis. He's never supposed to fall in love with his best friend, and even if he does, he isn't supposed to be hopeless for two years about it. And when he's been absolutely subtle in showing his undying devotion to Oh Sehun for those years, he isn't supposed to be kissing his best friend while the latter is asleep. Also, even if he does kiss him, Sehun isn't supposed to wake up, unconsciously kissing back before opening his eyes, sleepy for a second or two, then wide in shock as he realizes.
Jongin watches helplessly as Sehun stands up, collecting his belongings. "I have to go," he rushes.
"Sehun wait," Jongin tries. Sehun turns, staring, lips swollen red and cheeks flushed, waiting. He looks a little hurt and a lot confused, and Jongin thinks of ways to make him feel better. He comes up empty.
Sehun walks away, out the door, after seconds of awkward silence, and Jongin bumps his head on the wall repeatedly.
*
It started when he paired up with Sehun for a project where they had to take care of an egg. It was a hilarious month, what with everyone carrying around eggs with faces drawn on it, but it was torture for Jongin because Sehun cannot be trusted with anything that can break. Sehun cannot be trusted with anything, period. So he spent days and days holding the egg during his classes, with Sehun checking up on their ‘baby' every once in a while. At least Sehun tried to be a responsible father.
On their final day of the assignment, when Sehun held the egg very carefully and whispered his goodbyes ("I'm sorry I haven't been around much, you have to thank your other Dad for taking such a good care of you"), Jongin should have thought that it was ridiculous, because it was a fucking egg. But adorable was what came to mind-of all things, Kim Jongin please.
When Sehun held out both hands to return the egg to Jongin ("She'll be safer in your hands. Yes it's a she. Don't argue with me.") with teary eyes and whispered him thank you, Jongin had a very unfamiliar beat in his heart, and suddenly Sehun looked like an angel in his eyes. Jongin had been friends with Sehun long enough to know that angel and Sehun could never be associated in any way, and that was how he knew he was screwed.
Two years rolled into today, and today, for the first time in their friendship, Jongin doesn't have Sehun over, asleep on the couch as he once again fails to stay up throughout their Lord of the Rings marathon. All because yesterday, Jongin got lost in the sight of Sehun's hair, just recently dyed platinum blond, looking so soft. All because Jongin decided to notice the way Sehun's lips looked so pink and that he didn't look too stupid when asleep. Because Jongin couldn't help himself, and he just had to press his lips on Sehun's, making this mess on top of the mess that is his feeling.
"Well that's..." Chanyeol starts, "Complicated."
Jongin groans. He already knows that.
"Why don't you talk to him or something?" Zitao offers.
Why does he only have idiot friends, Jongin complains inwardly. "He's avoiding me!" he wails.
"Give it time," Kyungsoo chimes in, offering Jongin a glass of tea. Jongin always thinks that Kyungsoo is the best decision he's ever made in terms of friendship. "He'll come around."
"Thank you," Jongin accepts the tea and looks up pleadingly at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sighs and crouches down to hug him.
"Hey, I can hug you, too!" Chanyeol protests. Jongin sticks out his tongue at him. "Why do you only want Kyungsoo's hug," Chanyeol mumbles.
Only when Sehun isn't around, Jongin thinks sadly.
*
A week without Sehun got Jongin so lost, and he thinks he might be delusional right now, seeing Sehun leaning on the wall in front of his dorm.
"Hey," Sehun greets when he finally notices Jongin, who had been standing at the end of the hall for a minute or so, wondering if the modelesque blond was real. He approaches and Jongin tentatively moves forward, meeting him halfway.
Jongin pokes on Sehun's arm before replying, "Hello."
"Jongdae told me you're a little sad," Sehun mutters.
Jongin doesn't know how to respond, so he lets silence take over. But it's uncomfortable and it reminds Jongin of the day Sehun walked away, and Jongin doesn't want that to ever happen again.
"I'm sorry," they blurt at the same time.
They both look at each other and laugh, and it seems as if nothing changed. Except something did.
"About that kiss," Sehun starts when their laughter dies down.
"That-" Jongin starts panicking, wishing that Sehun takes his time with what he's going to say.
Sehun doesn't. "I like it," Sehun cuts him.
Jongin thinks this most definitely is a delusion, now. "You what how now?"
Sehun bites his lower lip and flushes an adorable shade of red before continuing. "I was confused," he admits. "So I avoided you."
"Asdsasjkf?"
"But I liked it," Sehun repeats. And Jongin thinks about all his Sehun fantasies, ranging widely from G to NC-17, that are going to come true after this conversation. "Also I miss you."
Jongin breaks out of his meltdown ten seconds later. "I miss you, too," he manages, pulling Sehun into a hug. "I miss you like an idiot misses the point."
There is silence, painful and awkward, broken finally by Sehun meekly saying, "I don't get it."
Jongin laughs. "Exactly."
And Sehun demands an explanation, of course, which Jongin will get to, later, much later, when he's done pressing his lips on Sehun's, enjoying the way Sehun eagerly kisses back, fingers trailing on his back before settling on his waist.
often not often at all
chanyeol-centric
pg-13 | ~837 words
I want to give a memorable best man speech for the man of the hour
[!]implied character death
Jongdae stood in front of the audience with a glass in his hand, and clinked on the glass three times. He chuckled to himself. "I'm sorry," he commented. "I've always wanted to do that."
He pulled up a paper from his pocket and began.
Good afternoon everyone,
I am here to talk about the man of the hour, Park Chanyeol. We've been best friends for as long as I remember, and it's been an honor. A person like Chanyeol is the best kind of person to have around-he knows how to make things better when all you can think about is how bad you did on your finals. What's done is done, he would say, and what a waste of our time to mourn what we can't change. And then he would drag me to a bar, and laugh as I easily get very drunk, while he would stay sober so that he could drive me home and stop me from drunk dialing Baekhyun.
Although I admit, Baekhyun and I would never be together the way we are now if it wasn't for a drunk dial, but still. Chanyeol had my back.
He could see Baekhyun biting his bottom lip, and Jongdae shot him a smile before continuing.
Chanyeol's a happy person. Being happy is easy, he once said. You just have to take the things that make you sad and realize how often it happens, which, in his words, often not often at all. Chanyeol smiled even when he failed two classes while the rest of us were in slumps for getting C-. At least I passed the five other classes, he had said. Always seeing the best side of things, that Park Chanyeol.
And the world has a funny way of praising him for being a positive person, I'd like to think, because it was in one of those classes he had to retake that he met Jongin. And I am a very logical person, but I'd go as far as saying that Jongin is magical-he's a miracle. I know, I know, you all would beg to differ because Jongin is ultimately an annoying brat,
People laughed at this, even Jongin, and Jongdae felt more than a little accomplished.
but hear me out. Jongin actually made Chanyeol happier. I did not think that it was possible, but apparently Jongin made it happen. Chanyeol smiled brighter. He laughed more. Jongin was his happiness, his delight.
Being happy is hard, Chanyeol said the other time. He said it smiling, holding my hand on his. Because sometimes you have problems that you need to think of, other people that are hurting because of you, people that are hurting you. But even when it's hard, being happy is worth all the effort. And all the effort it takes is to remember that problems have eventual solution and that time heals. He gave me a hug and I cried on his shoulder.
When Chanyeol asked me to be his best man, of course I said yes. I was very happy to hear about the news-I think I was more excited about the wedding than he was. To think about how happy Chanyeol would be-my heart almost burst with joy. Chanyeol deserved all the happiness he could get. I wrote and scrapped hundreds of speeches before settling with this one, to be honest. I want to give a memorable best man speech for the man of the hour-although now this sounds more like me confessing my love to Chanyeol.
His voice caught in between his laugh, and Jongdae heaved a deep breath as he moved on to the next lines on his paper. It wasn't really a problem that tears blurred out his vision, because he had it memorized. He practiced it over and over and over.
Of course, when I wrote this, I expected Chanyeol to be sitting next to his husband, holding his glass of wine, complaining about not being praised enough. Laughing, chuckling, making noises like he always does. But you know, life is funny sometimes. I never imagined having to make a speech in this situation, but here I am.
Being happy is really hard right now, man. I wish I have you to hold my hand and tell me that it really is going to be okay. I wish people aren't crying in black, I wish your wedding suit actually made it to your wedding. I wish you didn't have a stupid, incurable disease that I can't even remember the name of.
I know, I know, what a waste of our time to mourn something we can't change. But allow me to mourn, Park Chanyeol. Allow me just a little, because I lost a friend, the best kind of friend, and it feels awfully empty right now.
He inhaled a deep breath, trying hard to hold back the tears that had been pooling in his eyes.
I love you, man.
Rest in peace.
rinse, repeat
kyungsoo-centric
pg-13 | ~629 words
He blinks, and blinks, and blinks, until he makes out a white door
[!]mentions of blood + mild violence (do i have to include this idek)
He opens his eyes to pitch darkness. His back is cold against the floor, legs numb and arms aching. He tries to sit up, palms pressing on the cold surface of the floor, and a sudden pain stings when he's scraped by a sharp edge. He jerks and hisses, trying to balance himself on one arm while he sucks on his bleeding finger.
He blinks, and blinks, and blinks, until he makes out a white door, just a few steps in front of him, and he tries to move.
"Hello?" he calls out, voice croaked. The room smells strongly of blood, and Kyungsoo still can't see what lies on top of his leg, what keeps him from moving. Kyungsoo isn't entirely sure if he wants to see.
"Anybody there?" his voice echoes in the dark, and Kyungsoo tries, hard, to remember how he even got here. Nothing.
He shifts, trying to free himself from the deadweight on top of his legs. Kyungsoo knows, he just knows, that it's a body-dead or alive, he doesn't really want to find out. He's moving backward when his fingers come in contact with somebody else's cold skin, and he screams, pulling his hand away in panic, heart racing and body aching. He just wants to get out.
His sight adjusts to the darkness and he almost wishes that it doesn't-the door, it's white and wide and merely steps away, but the floor. He gasps as he sees two bodies lying in front of him, and he somehow doesn't doubt that there's even more ahead, and with that one body behind him that he accidentally touched, he wonders what mess he's gotten himself into.
"Somebody help!" he wails desperately. There's barely enough room for him to move without touching another body, and Kyungsoo closes his eyes momentarily to calm himself. He isn't going to cry, he thinks determinedly. He crawls forward, legs too weak to stand up, and he can feel dried blood on the floor as he bumps into bodies after bodies-three, six, ten, what is this sick mess, Do Kyungsoo.
The door is so close now, and Kyungsoo forces himself to crawl faster, knocking over heads and arms and knees, dead nails and poking bones grazing his skin. They're dead anyway, he assures himself. Just don't look at their faces, don't look at their faces, don't look at their faces.
He loses balance when his hand lands on the soft surface of a human's face, blood still wet and warm on his cheek, causing him to shudder in shock. Kyungsoo yelps as he stumbles forward, falling face first on the bloody man's chest. The man's dead, Kyungsoo concludes when he notices the nonexistent pulse and heartbeat. He props himself up, leaving a bloody palm print on the collar of the man's white shirt. He can't help but notice how familiar the man looks.
Kyungsoo shrieks. He shrieks until his throat hurts and his breath runs out. The door opens and light floods the room, and Kyungsoo falls back on his elbows.
To his right, left, front, and back, all bloody and very much lifeless, he sees what seem to be himself-multiple copies of himself, limbs tangling on top of each other, some more deformed than the others.
"Saturday, May 24th," the man standing by the door says to the video camera in his hand, the lens pointing at Kyungsoo, capturing the horror in his face. Kyungsoo watches, too much in shock to move, as the man approaches, messy gray hair covering half of his face. It's much too late when Kyungsoo notices the metal baseball bat on the man's other hand, swung straight to his back.
"Kyungsoo number 71," Kyungsoo vaguely hears the man says. "Die."
Another blow to the back of his head.
Kyungsoo opens his eyes to pitch darkness.
jongin/sehun
pg-13 | ~995 words
This is twisted, this is not okay-this is a crisis.
note: based on this
This isn't supposed to happen, thinks Jongin. This is twisted, this is not okay-this is a crisis. He's never supposed to fall in love with his best friend, and even if he does, he isn't supposed to be hopeless for two years about it. And when he's been absolutely subtle in showing his undying devotion to Oh Sehun for those years, he isn't supposed to be kissing his best friend while the latter is asleep. Also, even if he does kiss him, Sehun isn't supposed to wake up, unconsciously kissing back before opening his eyes, sleepy for a second or two, then wide in shock as he realizes.
Jongin watches helplessly as Sehun stands up, collecting his belongings. "I have to go," he rushes.
"Sehun wait," Jongin tries. Sehun turns, staring, lips swollen red and cheeks flushed, waiting. He looks a little hurt and a lot confused, and Jongin thinks of ways to make him feel better. He comes up empty.
Sehun walks away, out the door, after seconds of awkward silence, and Jongin bumps his head on the wall repeatedly.
*
It started when he paired up with Sehun for a project where they had to take care of an egg. It was a hilarious month, what with everyone carrying around eggs with faces drawn on it, but it was torture for Jongin because Sehun cannot be trusted with anything that can break. Sehun cannot be trusted with anything, period. So he spent days and days holding the egg during his classes, with Sehun checking up on their ‘baby' every once in a while. At least Sehun tried to be a responsible father.
On their final day of the assignment, when Sehun held the egg very carefully and whispered his goodbyes ("I'm sorry I haven't been around much, you have to thank your other Dad for taking such a good care of you"), Jongin should have thought that it was ridiculous, because it was a fucking egg. But adorable was what came to mind-of all things, Kim Jongin please.
When Sehun held out both hands to return the egg to Jongin ("She'll be safer in your hands. Yes it's a she. Don't argue with me.") with teary eyes and whispered him thank you, Jongin had a very unfamiliar beat in his heart, and suddenly Sehun looked like an angel in his eyes. Jongin had been friends with Sehun long enough to know that angel and Sehun could never be associated in any way, and that was how he knew he was screwed.
Two years rolled into today, and today, for the first time in their friendship, Jongin doesn't have Sehun over, asleep on the couch as he once again fails to stay up throughout their Lord of the Rings marathon. All because yesterday, Jongin got lost in the sight of Sehun's hair, just recently dyed platinum blond, looking so soft. All because Jongin decided to notice the way Sehun's lips looked so pink and that he didn't look too stupid when asleep. Because Jongin couldn't help himself, and he just had to press his lips on Sehun's, making this mess on top of the mess that is his feeling.
"Well that's..." Chanyeol starts, "Complicated."
Jongin groans. He already knows that.
"Why don't you talk to him or something?" Zitao offers.
Why does he only have idiot friends, Jongin complains inwardly. "He's avoiding me!" he wails.
"Give it time," Kyungsoo chimes in, offering Jongin a glass of tea. Jongin always thinks that Kyungsoo is the best decision he's ever made in terms of friendship. "He'll come around."
"Thank you," Jongin accepts the tea and looks up pleadingly at Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo sighs and crouches down to hug him.
"Hey, I can hug you, too!" Chanyeol protests. Jongin sticks out his tongue at him. "Why do you only want Kyungsoo's hug," Chanyeol mumbles.
Only when Sehun isn't around, Jongin thinks sadly.
*
A week without Sehun got Jongin so lost, and he thinks he might be delusional right now, seeing Sehun leaning on the wall in front of his dorm.
"Hey," Sehun greets when he finally notices Jongin, who had been standing at the end of the hall for a minute or so, wondering if the modelesque blond was real. He approaches and Jongin tentatively moves forward, meeting him halfway.
Jongin pokes on Sehun's arm before replying, "Hello."
"Jongdae told me you're a little sad," Sehun mutters.
Jongin doesn't know how to respond, so he lets silence take over. But it's uncomfortable and it reminds Jongin of the day Sehun walked away, and Jongin doesn't want that to ever happen again.
"I'm sorry," they blurt at the same time.
They both look at each other and laugh, and it seems as if nothing changed. Except something did.
"About that kiss," Sehun starts when their laughter dies down.
"That-" Jongin starts panicking, wishing that Sehun takes his time with what he's going to say.
Sehun doesn't. "I like it," Sehun cuts him.
Jongin thinks this most definitely is a delusion, now. "You what how now?"
Sehun bites his lower lip and flushes an adorable shade of red before continuing. "I was confused," he admits. "So I avoided you."
"Asdsasjkf?"
"But I liked it," Sehun repeats. And Jongin thinks about all his Sehun fantasies, ranging widely from G to NC-17, that are going to come true after this conversation. "Also I miss you."
Jongin breaks out of his meltdown ten seconds later. "I miss you, too," he manages, pulling Sehun into a hug. "I miss you like an idiot misses the point."
There is silence, painful and awkward, broken finally by Sehun meekly saying, "I don't get it."
Jongin laughs. "Exactly."
And Sehun demands an explanation, of course, which Jongin will get to, later, much later, when he's done pressing his lips on Sehun's, enjoying the way Sehun eagerly kisses back, fingers trailing on his back before settling on his waist.
often not often at all
chanyeol-centric
pg-13 | ~837 words
I want to give a memorable best man speech for the man of the hour
[!]implied character death
Jongdae stood in front of the audience with a glass in his hand, and clinked on the glass three times. He chuckled to himself. "I'm sorry," he commented. "I've always wanted to do that."
He pulled up a paper from his pocket and began.
Good afternoon everyone,
I am here to talk about the man of the hour, Park Chanyeol. We've been best friends for as long as I remember, and it's been an honor. A person like Chanyeol is the best kind of person to have around-he knows how to make things better when all you can think about is how bad you did on your finals. What's done is done, he would say, and what a waste of our time to mourn what we can't change. And then he would drag me to a bar, and laugh as I easily get very drunk, while he would stay sober so that he could drive me home and stop me from drunk dialing Baekhyun.
Although I admit, Baekhyun and I would never be together the way we are now if it wasn't for a drunk dial, but still. Chanyeol had my back.
He could see Baekhyun biting his bottom lip, and Jongdae shot him a smile before continuing.
Chanyeol's a happy person. Being happy is easy, he once said. You just have to take the things that make you sad and realize how often it happens, which, in his words, often not often at all. Chanyeol smiled even when he failed two classes while the rest of us were in slumps for getting C-. At least I passed the five other classes, he had said. Always seeing the best side of things, that Park Chanyeol.
And the world has a funny way of praising him for being a positive person, I'd like to think, because it was in one of those classes he had to retake that he met Jongin. And I am a very logical person, but I'd go as far as saying that Jongin is magical-he's a miracle. I know, I know, you all would beg to differ because Jongin is ultimately an annoying brat,
People laughed at this, even Jongin, and Jongdae felt more than a little accomplished.
but hear me out. Jongin actually made Chanyeol happier. I did not think that it was possible, but apparently Jongin made it happen. Chanyeol smiled brighter. He laughed more. Jongin was his happiness, his delight.
Being happy is hard, Chanyeol said the other time. He said it smiling, holding my hand on his. Because sometimes you have problems that you need to think of, other people that are hurting because of you, people that are hurting you. But even when it's hard, being happy is worth all the effort. And all the effort it takes is to remember that problems have eventual solution and that time heals. He gave me a hug and I cried on his shoulder.
When Chanyeol asked me to be his best man, of course I said yes. I was very happy to hear about the news-I think I was more excited about the wedding than he was. To think about how happy Chanyeol would be-my heart almost burst with joy. Chanyeol deserved all the happiness he could get. I wrote and scrapped hundreds of speeches before settling with this one, to be honest. I want to give a memorable best man speech for the man of the hour-although now this sounds more like me confessing my love to Chanyeol.
His voice caught in between his laugh, and Jongdae heaved a deep breath as he moved on to the next lines on his paper. It wasn't really a problem that tears blurred out his vision, because he had it memorized. He practiced it over and over and over.
Of course, when I wrote this, I expected Chanyeol to be sitting next to his husband, holding his glass of wine, complaining about not being praised enough. Laughing, chuckling, making noises like he always does. But you know, life is funny sometimes. I never imagined having to make a speech in this situation, but here I am.
Being happy is really hard right now, man. I wish I have you to hold my hand and tell me that it really is going to be okay. I wish people aren't crying in black, I wish your wedding suit actually made it to your wedding. I wish you didn't have a stupid, incurable disease that I can't even remember the name of.
I know, I know, what a waste of our time to mourn something we can't change. But allow me to mourn, Park Chanyeol. Allow me just a little, because I lost a friend, the best kind of friend, and it feels awfully empty right now.
He inhaled a deep breath, trying hard to hold back the tears that had been pooling in his eyes.
I love you, man.
Rest in peace.
rinse, repeat
kyungsoo-centric
pg-13 | ~629 words
He blinks, and blinks, and blinks, until he makes out a white door
[!]mentions of blood + mild violence (do i have to include this idek)
He opens his eyes to pitch darkness. His back is cold against the floor, legs numb and arms aching. He tries to sit up, palms pressing on the cold surface of the floor, and a sudden pain stings when he's scraped by a sharp edge. He jerks and hisses, trying to balance himself on one arm while he sucks on his bleeding finger.
He blinks, and blinks, and blinks, until he makes out a white door, just a few steps in front of him, and he tries to move.
"Hello?" he calls out, voice croaked. The room smells strongly of blood, and Kyungsoo still can't see what lies on top of his leg, what keeps him from moving. Kyungsoo isn't entirely sure if he wants to see.
"Anybody there?" his voice echoes in the dark, and Kyungsoo tries, hard, to remember how he even got here. Nothing.
He shifts, trying to free himself from the deadweight on top of his legs. Kyungsoo knows, he just knows, that it's a body-dead or alive, he doesn't really want to find out. He's moving backward when his fingers come in contact with somebody else's cold skin, and he screams, pulling his hand away in panic, heart racing and body aching. He just wants to get out.
His sight adjusts to the darkness and he almost wishes that it doesn't-the door, it's white and wide and merely steps away, but the floor. He gasps as he sees two bodies lying in front of him, and he somehow doesn't doubt that there's even more ahead, and with that one body behind him that he accidentally touched, he wonders what mess he's gotten himself into.
"Somebody help!" he wails desperately. There's barely enough room for him to move without touching another body, and Kyungsoo closes his eyes momentarily to calm himself. He isn't going to cry, he thinks determinedly. He crawls forward, legs too weak to stand up, and he can feel dried blood on the floor as he bumps into bodies after bodies-three, six, ten, what is this sick mess, Do Kyungsoo.
The door is so close now, and Kyungsoo forces himself to crawl faster, knocking over heads and arms and knees, dead nails and poking bones grazing his skin. They're dead anyway, he assures himself. Just don't look at their faces, don't look at their faces, don't look at their faces.
He loses balance when his hand lands on the soft surface of a human's face, blood still wet and warm on his cheek, causing him to shudder in shock. Kyungsoo yelps as he stumbles forward, falling face first on the bloody man's chest. The man's dead, Kyungsoo concludes when he notices the nonexistent pulse and heartbeat. He props himself up, leaving a bloody palm print on the collar of the man's white shirt. He can't help but notice how familiar the man looks.
Kyungsoo shrieks. He shrieks until his throat hurts and his breath runs out. The door opens and light floods the room, and Kyungsoo falls back on his elbows.
To his right, left, front, and back, all bloody and very much lifeless, he sees what seem to be himself-multiple copies of himself, limbs tangling on top of each other, some more deformed than the others.
"Saturday, May 24th," the man standing by the door says to the video camera in his hand, the lens pointing at Kyungsoo, capturing the horror in his face. Kyungsoo watches, too much in shock to move, as the man approaches, messy gray hair covering half of his face. It's much too late when Kyungsoo notices the metal baseball bat on the man's other hand, swung straight to his back.
"Kyungsoo number 71," Kyungsoo vaguely hears the man says. "Die."
Another blow to the back of his head.
Kyungsoo opens his eyes to pitch darkness.