[drabble] This is Home and Nothing You Say Will Convince Me Otherwise
This is Home and Nothing You Say Will Convince Me Otherwise
Chentao (Chen/Everyone too)
1399w (wtf how did it get this long ugh)
PG-13 bc of all the swearing I do sigh I should stop myself more actively
Fluff
Summary: Chen wants a big warm hug. Tao's is just perfect. (+ if Chen hugs everybody but everybody's hug cannot fulfill his being hugged needs.) Awesome OP is awesome. I approve all these hugging prompts. Hug monsters must unite.
To op: I'm sorry. I swear I tried. I tend to get ramble-y and this happened. Wrote on my iPad on one sitting and not reviewed properly so you'll have to forgive the inconsistencies and whatnot and I think i didn't even properly wrote about what you want sobs I tried to post on epm but it exceeded word limit and I'm too lazy to cut this into two parts so here you go ILU ANYWAY OP YOU CANT HATE ME HAHAHAHA ♥
A/n: Crossposted at AFF here
XXX
Sometimes Jongdae thinks that his train of thoughts are way too all over the place that no matter how he tries and tries to cup those silvery threads of words and feelings into his small hands for safekeeping, he's always too late, always a step behind, always end up disappointed
(but he forgets fast enough because this is the nature of his profession-- everything is a blinding blur of voices and smiles and laughs and eye bags and arguments and friendship and maybe relationship and just a whole lot of stress to be constantly pressured into performing his best, into performing his utmost fucking best)
but once in a blue moon Jongdae just lets go and goes along the fucking roller coaster of a ride and allows himself to get blinded anyway by hot lights and shaking stages and there's natural and smooth movements from him, he knows so, latching onto Kyungsoo's small shoulders and placing his chin on Kyungsoo's bony planes and feel that warmth seeping across fabric and across skin and he thinks he's born to conquer this song, this stage, this feeling.
Or if the camera is trained elsewhere over at Chanyeol making monkey gestures and trying to bridge across between them, EXO and them, the fans-- and Jongdae feels comfortable enough to just wrap his entire arm span around Sehun's torso and tiptoe a bit for maknae to see his eyes and realize that Chen is needing some reassuring hold right now and oops- Sehun's already unraveling away from him and he understands that the camera may have suddenly panned over to include them within the square of film and he knows that it's time to let go even if he's not really pleased by that meager contact.
It's the most comfortable to just lean onto Joonmyeon hyung or Baekhyunnie-- because he knows he's the fucking apple of the eyes of the said hyung, and Baekhyun's really the best mate he can ever hope for, no homo or full homo, no questions asked. Joonmyeon lets him do a lot of stuff and gets away from it unscathed even if he knows sometimes he needs to be scolded; because Baekhyun's ideas are fucking dumb most of the times but Jongdae knows that if Baekhyun and Chanyeol are left to their own devices, they'll make Seoul, heck, they'll make the entire galaxy combust and/or implode and scatter into nothing but ashes, and Jongdae knows he's a bridge to a better tomorrow, metaphorically speaking. He joins in for the fun because he's no goody two shoes but reels the two over active friends (brothers?) in when he sees Joonmyeon's warning, tell-tale eyes twitching and everything is still fine and dandy and he gets an armful of Baekhyun once they are all declared safe and ah, this is good. This is good.
But it's not enough.
Jongdae's tried before to sneak some with Minseok hyung but Luhan hyung just magically materializes everytime he even thinks about it and fuck, fucking telepathy. Or whatever. Luhan will just push his own scrawny body onto Jongdae's instead, Minseok pushed aside and just laughing and watching with more amusement that he should legally show and definitely no remorse at all; and ew, Jongdae likes more definition, kthxbai, and Luhan's flipping him off with his face uniquely scrunched up and the two oldest members disappear before Jongdae can even beg and say please with an upturned kitty pout. Damn.
Kris hyung will never be an option. Said hyung is too lanky. He's only good for piggybacks. His piggybacks are jjangbak (jjang plus daebak, Baekhyun once said, ugh stupid kid) and Jongdae couldn't agree more. About Kris hyung, not about Baekhyun.
Next victim will always be his favorite Jongbros because damn Jongin's done some fine work growing up, growing in, growing out-- and Jongin is just the sweetest puppy ever. Screw beagle line, Jongin will always be Jongdae's favorite puppy ever, smiling and wagging and thrusting in one fucking second altogether and Jongdae thinks he can accommodate Jongin forever because Jongin will forever be his baby and hell, he'll tie Jongin's shoelaces everyday and scrounge up chicken three times daily (or more if required) for Jongin everyday and kiss Jongin goodnight everyday and he'll get that elusive body heat for a nice moment, the two of them, Jongin's chin safe and secure on top of his crown of hair and Jongdae will just sigh because this is nice-- ouch Do Kyungsoo that fucking hurts, dammit.
Yixing hyung's nice, but he's always too busy stoning or writing or wallowing in feelings and just-- unfortunately Jongdae just doesn't mesh well with perpetual clouds of rain and doom even if Yixing's a complete angel, and a perfect healing unicorn (insert snort because sorry he couldn't help it, scout's promise) during other times when he's smiling and being happy in general. Maybe next time, Jongdae hopes. Because Yixing looks very, very nice and his entire body speaks of unlimited and cannot-be-expressed form of satisfaction when it comes to--
Ah. Jongdae smiles. This is good. This is really, really good. There's one strong arm encircling him from behind and he cannot stop his mouth from emitting a purr. This, for now, is excellent. The chest that's suddenly behind him is sturdy and warm and solid, and Jongdae just couldn't stop smiling. The apples of his cheeks hike impossibly higher as another pale arm completes a circle around his shoulder, and he catches sight of endless accessories; rings and bangles and one watch and Jongdae raises a hand to clutch at the distal end of the forearm rightly and snugly fitted just above his sternum.
But there's a sudden jittery movement from this person and it continues on even when Jongdae digs his chin into the bony flesh he's holding on to and he's half amused half annoyed because the warmth is now constantly moving and it sends him jolts of anxiety even though he's supposed to be at ease, because this is his fucking Hug Of The Day for goodness sake-
"Stop moving," Jongdae whines and there's a high pitched giggle from behind his right ear. Jongdae grins anyway. "Zitaooooo-"
"Look hyung, look, I saw this-"
There's a smartphone shoved right in front of Jongdae's nose and he has to squint a bit to properly focus on what is it that Zitao wants him to see
(he may have accidentally and most sneakily loosened up his entire physique so that he's entirely lax against this maknae of his and bless Zitao really because this is exactly what he needs right now)
and when he spots the cursive Hangul, he laughs too because seriously. Zitao.
"Taohun ship sailing across the horizon never to be found again?" Jongdae reads, intonation going high low neutral and filled with laughter, and headbutts softly into Zitao's cheeks, "You knew they were going to say that, you manipulative chit." He doesn't have to turn to see Zitao's gleeful face, cracked into half by excitement.
"You took Sehuna to Qingdao. You said you'll take your girlfriend to Qingdao. You ass-" Jongdae's words have no bite in it. It's adorable how much Zitao loves and basks in this fleeting type of happiness, mere words and actions that'll be captured onto film, ready to be stored as an evidence against time. Jongdae wriggles and slumps lower into the embrace, his temple against Zitao's lips now, and he cocks his head a little to stare at Zitao's sharp profile, "you love this so much, don't you?"
Zitao nods eagerly, entire body moving, and Jongdae laughs. Zitao seems to wrap him closer at that, heat emanating unfiltered, and Jongdae's content.
His eyes are closed now, and he can feel everything he's kept bottled up since the morning seeping away into wisps of nothingness through his very pores and asks the million dollars question-
"When will you take me too then?"
Zitao jiggles, he fucking jiggles, and giggles, and Jongdae knows that's all an answer that he'll get at present. But it's okay because-
Jongdae is content. His head right now is telling him that this is comfortable, that this is as much home as he can get for now, and Jongdae thinks that it's okay. Even if they're due for an entire night worth of practice, and Jongdae knows his back is going to be permanently sore during this promotion cycle with all the weight Luhan'll put on him for that fucking triangle formation plus the inevitable whiplash of commuting between China and Korea, he thinks that this, for now, is okay. He's content.
He can go on forever like this.
A/n: Hahahahahahha. /laughs and dies in embarrassment/
Chentao (Chen/Everyone too)
1399w (wtf how did it get this long ugh)
PG-13 bc of all the swearing I do sigh I should stop myself more actively
Fluff
Summary: Chen wants a big warm hug. Tao's is just perfect. (+ if Chen hugs everybody but everybody's hug cannot fulfill his being hugged needs.) Awesome OP is awesome. I approve all these hugging prompts. Hug monsters must unite.
To op: I'm sorry. I swear I tried. I tend to get ramble-y and this happened. Wrote on my iPad on one sitting and not reviewed properly so you'll have to forgive the inconsistencies and whatnot and I think i didn't even properly wrote about what you want sobs I tried to post on epm but it exceeded word limit and I'm too lazy to cut this into two parts so here you go ILU ANYWAY OP YOU CANT HATE ME HAHAHAHA ♥
A/n: Crossposted at AFF here
XXX
Sometimes Jongdae thinks that his train of thoughts are way too all over the place that no matter how he tries and tries to cup those silvery threads of words and feelings into his small hands for safekeeping, he's always too late, always a step behind, always end up disappointed
(but he forgets fast enough because this is the nature of his profession-- everything is a blinding blur of voices and smiles and laughs and eye bags and arguments and friendship and maybe relationship and just a whole lot of stress to be constantly pressured into performing his best, into performing his utmost fucking best)
but once in a blue moon Jongdae just lets go and goes along the fucking roller coaster of a ride and allows himself to get blinded anyway by hot lights and shaking stages and there's natural and smooth movements from him, he knows so, latching onto Kyungsoo's small shoulders and placing his chin on Kyungsoo's bony planes and feel that warmth seeping across fabric and across skin and he thinks he's born to conquer this song, this stage, this feeling.
Or if the camera is trained elsewhere over at Chanyeol making monkey gestures and trying to bridge across between them, EXO and them, the fans-- and Jongdae feels comfortable enough to just wrap his entire arm span around Sehun's torso and tiptoe a bit for maknae to see his eyes and realize that Chen is needing some reassuring hold right now and oops- Sehun's already unraveling away from him and he understands that the camera may have suddenly panned over to include them within the square of film and he knows that it's time to let go even if he's not really pleased by that meager contact.
It's the most comfortable to just lean onto Joonmyeon hyung or Baekhyunnie-- because he knows he's the fucking apple of the eyes of the said hyung, and Baekhyun's really the best mate he can ever hope for, no homo or full homo, no questions asked. Joonmyeon lets him do a lot of stuff and gets away from it unscathed even if he knows sometimes he needs to be scolded; because Baekhyun's ideas are fucking dumb most of the times but Jongdae knows that if Baekhyun and Chanyeol are left to their own devices, they'll make Seoul, heck, they'll make the entire galaxy combust and/or implode and scatter into nothing but ashes, and Jongdae knows he's a bridge to a better tomorrow, metaphorically speaking. He joins in for the fun because he's no goody two shoes but reels the two over active friends (brothers?) in when he sees Joonmyeon's warning, tell-tale eyes twitching and everything is still fine and dandy and he gets an armful of Baekhyun once they are all declared safe and ah, this is good. This is good.
But it's not enough.
Jongdae's tried before to sneak some with Minseok hyung but Luhan hyung just magically materializes everytime he even thinks about it and fuck, fucking telepathy. Or whatever. Luhan will just push his own scrawny body onto Jongdae's instead, Minseok pushed aside and just laughing and watching with more amusement that he should legally show and definitely no remorse at all; and ew, Jongdae likes more definition, kthxbai, and Luhan's flipping him off with his face uniquely scrunched up and the two oldest members disappear before Jongdae can even beg and say please with an upturned kitty pout. Damn.
Kris hyung will never be an option. Said hyung is too lanky. He's only good for piggybacks. His piggybacks are jjangbak (jjang plus daebak, Baekhyun once said, ugh stupid kid) and Jongdae couldn't agree more. About Kris hyung, not about Baekhyun.
Next victim will always be his favorite Jongbros because damn Jongin's done some fine work growing up, growing in, growing out-- and Jongin is just the sweetest puppy ever. Screw beagle line, Jongin will always be Jongdae's favorite puppy ever, smiling and wagging and thrusting in one fucking second altogether and Jongdae thinks he can accommodate Jongin forever because Jongin will forever be his baby and hell, he'll tie Jongin's shoelaces everyday and scrounge up chicken three times daily (or more if required) for Jongin everyday and kiss Jongin goodnight everyday and he'll get that elusive body heat for a nice moment, the two of them, Jongin's chin safe and secure on top of his crown of hair and Jongdae will just sigh because this is nice-- ouch Do Kyungsoo that fucking hurts, dammit.
Yixing hyung's nice, but he's always too busy stoning or writing or wallowing in feelings and just-- unfortunately Jongdae just doesn't mesh well with perpetual clouds of rain and doom even if Yixing's a complete angel, and a perfect healing unicorn (insert snort because sorry he couldn't help it, scout's promise) during other times when he's smiling and being happy in general. Maybe next time, Jongdae hopes. Because Yixing looks very, very nice and his entire body speaks of unlimited and cannot-be-expressed form of satisfaction when it comes to--
Ah. Jongdae smiles. This is good. This is really, really good. There's one strong arm encircling him from behind and he cannot stop his mouth from emitting a purr. This, for now, is excellent. The chest that's suddenly behind him is sturdy and warm and solid, and Jongdae just couldn't stop smiling. The apples of his cheeks hike impossibly higher as another pale arm completes a circle around his shoulder, and he catches sight of endless accessories; rings and bangles and one watch and Jongdae raises a hand to clutch at the distal end of the forearm rightly and snugly fitted just above his sternum.
But there's a sudden jittery movement from this person and it continues on even when Jongdae digs his chin into the bony flesh he's holding on to and he's half amused half annoyed because the warmth is now constantly moving and it sends him jolts of anxiety even though he's supposed to be at ease, because this is his fucking Hug Of The Day for goodness sake-
"Stop moving," Jongdae whines and there's a high pitched giggle from behind his right ear. Jongdae grins anyway. "Zitaooooo-"
"Look hyung, look, I saw this-"
There's a smartphone shoved right in front of Jongdae's nose and he has to squint a bit to properly focus on what is it that Zitao wants him to see
(he may have accidentally and most sneakily loosened up his entire physique so that he's entirely lax against this maknae of his and bless Zitao really because this is exactly what he needs right now)
and when he spots the cursive Hangul, he laughs too because seriously. Zitao.
"Taohun ship sailing across the horizon never to be found again?" Jongdae reads, intonation going high low neutral and filled with laughter, and headbutts softly into Zitao's cheeks, "You knew they were going to say that, you manipulative chit." He doesn't have to turn to see Zitao's gleeful face, cracked into half by excitement.
"You took Sehuna to Qingdao. You said you'll take your girlfriend to Qingdao. You ass-" Jongdae's words have no bite in it. It's adorable how much Zitao loves and basks in this fleeting type of happiness, mere words and actions that'll be captured onto film, ready to be stored as an evidence against time. Jongdae wriggles and slumps lower into the embrace, his temple against Zitao's lips now, and he cocks his head a little to stare at Zitao's sharp profile, "you love this so much, don't you?"
Zitao nods eagerly, entire body moving, and Jongdae laughs. Zitao seems to wrap him closer at that, heat emanating unfiltered, and Jongdae's content.
His eyes are closed now, and he can feel everything he's kept bottled up since the morning seeping away into wisps of nothingness through his very pores and asks the million dollars question-
"When will you take me too then?"
Zitao jiggles, he fucking jiggles, and giggles, and Jongdae knows that's all an answer that he'll get at present. But it's okay because-
Jongdae is content. His head right now is telling him that this is comfortable, that this is as much home as he can get for now, and Jongdae thinks that it's okay. Even if they're due for an entire night worth of practice, and Jongdae knows his back is going to be permanently sore during this promotion cycle with all the weight Luhan'll put on him for that fucking triangle formation plus the inevitable whiplash of commuting between China and Korea, he thinks that this, for now, is okay. He's content.
He can go on forever like this.
A/n: Hahahahahahha. /laughs and dies in embarrassment/