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Title: that one valentines day
Pairing: kris/chanyeol
Summary: chanyeol hates valentines. kris is just a cashier in a convenient store.
Status: not going to be finished because i'm a lazy fuck
Chanyeol loves Shin Ramyun. He thinks it's delicious for a cheap half-assed, I-didn't-even-try dinner and it's pretty convenient too, which is nice since he really is very hungry and wants nothing more than a bite of his chili sea food flavored ramen. He looks over the shelf in front of him, basking in the sight of the different ramen brands conveniently arranged in alphabetical order. He finds it amusing but terribly impractical. What's the point in arranging it in alphabetical order anyway? It's not like people care. If anything, people remember their food by logo not brand.
He picks a packet from the bottom left corner and makes his way to the cashier; scowling at valentine greetings plastered everywhere in the walls. Hearts are literally everywhere and he frowns at the sight. Not that he hates hearts or anything, because hearts are okay he thinks--hey, it's a vital organ, he appreciates the fact that it keeps the blood flowing in his body keeping him, in one way or the other, alive--but he does hate the color red. But Chanyeol has always been in denial.
He sighs in relief when he sees the line for the counter fairly short, which he kind of expected but never really did--he was never the optimist--because it's valentines day and it's half past 10pm. The only ones who could be in the convenient store in this kind of hour are the lonely people who have no one to spend valentines with. Chanyeol, in all his worth (which is a lot he likes to think to himself) refuses the fact that he's one of those people. He did have plans with his best friend Baekhyun but Baekhyun is a fucking asshole and decided to ditch on him for this guy Jongin.
"I hate everything," he mutters to himself when the old man in front of him bumped into him on the way out.
Cashier boy is busy arranging bills as he lays his ramen packet down the shiny silver surface, pulling his hand back into his hoodie pockets as soon as he took them out. He fakes a cough and cashier boy looks at him, mildly surprised, and says "Happy Valentines," with a tight lipped smile. Cashier boy is good looking, Chanyeol thinks, but definitely not better than him. Maybe by a small margin, he thinks a moment later when cashier boy turns to the cashier, giving him a clear view of his profile. Chanyeol stares then fixes his sight on the packet below then stares back again. This goes on for a couple of minutes before cashier boys catches on. Cashier boy stares back, what the fuck is wrong with you? written all over his face.
Title: untitled #1
Pairing: kyungsoo/jongin
Summary: jongin shows kyungsoo the world in exchange of his company
Status: (laughter)
Kyungsoo loves the sunset, loves seeing the sky change its colors. Vibrant oranges melting into indigo violets. He thinks it's wonderful, fascinating, enchanting. It reminds him of lost childhood memories spent sneaking out to the park at five thirty, the perfect time to watch the sun fade out and spending the whole entirety of the time by himself because he didn't mind being alone but he did, sometimes, hope he had someone beside him staring off into the fields, laughing talking, plucking grass out of pure boredom because it might be nice, he thinks. He tells this to Jongin because as nonchalant as he may seem, he actually listens. Jongin tells him it's boring and stupid because he hates the sun and how it makes him sweat and Jongin hates sweating. But Kyungsoo just laughs and tells him, I know, Jongin. I know.
The nest day it's jongin that barges in his apartment and prompts him to follow him, somewhere, and he doesn't bother asking because anywhere with Jongin would be okay.
Title: untitled #2
Pairing: kyungsoo/jongin
So they ran and ran and ran, hands intertwined and all they can see is each other and the road ahead. People fade out, eventually, in a blur of fading colours and soft distant whispers. They ran until their hearts threatened to explode -not from the adrenaline rush or the lack of air but because they’re here, now, together and very much infinite-until the bright horizon of soft reds and vibrant oranges is blanketed by blackness and little dots of shiny things-stars, I think they’re stars-fill the sky, until the busy crowds of Agpujeong dwindle down to store owners wrapping things up for the night and they’re left alone (well almost, because Agpujeong is never out of people) in a secluded place, empty but nice because being with Jongin like this maybe ridiculous but it is nice and Kyungsoo can’t help but feel terribly wonderful.
It takes Kyungsoo a moment later to realize that they stopped in front of a line of substandard coffee shops and jazz bars that strangely look out of place with the really bad lighting and badly chosen jazz music blasting faintly off its speakers. Kyungsoo wonders then which dumb-ass employee of the month picked the tunes for the night and scowls. Later, he’d have to thank that idiot.
The little sparkly dots in the sky eventually blends in with the bright lights of the not-so-busy street and one-hey look up, Kyungsoo-and one languid movement, they see empty darkness; galaxy’s true beauty masked with something inevitable, something called bright lights -humanity.
Kyungsoo feels his chest constrict ever so slightly; childhood memories of star gazing with his late father replaying in the back of his mind. He opens his mouth to say something but Jongin grabs him first, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s torso and Kyungsoo finds himself doing the same, totally unconscious. His mouth gapes against Jongin’s heavily covered chest to say something, protest maybe, but Jongin holds him tighter and he feels the words caught up in his throat and he really couldn’t say anything, not like this. Not when Jongin’s holding him so tight and swaying from side to side, dancing. Jazz music playing softly in the distance. So he complies, for now.
They dance under the street lights along the soft hums of the Jazz bar upfront. The song is terribly cheesy, but it’s okay. Kyungsoo thinks because, it doesn’t really matter, not when they don’t care, not when he’s practically attached to Jongin, and Jongin’s holding on to him tightly, like he’s scared, like there’d be no tomorrow. Kyungsoo hums softly along the tunes of an age old song that he believes the neither both of them understand since it’s in English but they do know that it’s about love (they never knew it was about love lost) and that’s good enough.
The remaining drizzle of people eventually start to stare (two guys dancing in somewhat of a romantic way isn’t really an everyday sighting) and kyungsoo tenses against jongin’s chest. He’s a little bit scared, a little bit hesitant but Jongin holds him tighter around his arms and Kyungsoo realizes then that he doesn’t really want this to stop. He brushes off all rationality clouding his thoughts and becomes irrational for once. To hell with the world, he thinks triumphantly as his arms wrap around Jongin’s waist tighter and he feels the younger smile against his temple. He didn’t need to look at it to know how dazzling and just-so-genuinely-happy it looked because he can feel it in the way Jongin hums against his ear, hot breath fanning against his prickling cold skin, feels it in the way Jongin says his name in the gentlest way of almost love, almost eternal content but with the slightest tinge of sadness that’s almost unnoticeable. But jongin always speaks like he carries all the burdens of the world -or the burdens of a boy who’s broken too many times, pieces not really fitting anymore-and that, is hard to come by unnoticed. But not this time, because for now, Jongin sounds genuinely happier and Kyungsoo smiles at the thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Jongin says soft as he shifts his head from against Kyungsoo’s temple to rest on top of his head. Kyungsoo feels so short all of the sudden but he brushes the thought away.
He smiles, “How I don’t want this moment to end,” he says tone just as soft and gentle. Jongin laughs and pulls away and Kyungsoo’s just a little bit stunned. He feels cold all of the sudden -that kind of cold where he feels it against his heavily clothed form and deeper underneath skin, muscle and bones; sharp edges breaking through the strongest of muscles and bones and longing.
Title: untitled #3
Pairing: kyungsoo/jongin
There’s this boy who fell too fast, too hard and he was a little broken, he needed a little fix and fast forward five years, he was getting married and he was goddamn fucking happy because finally -finally someone’s fucked up enough to fix him and spend the remnants of his life with him,” he smiles, here. It looks almost bitter, maybe it’s the alcohol. “But you know, he left him. The person who fixed his broken-ass self, left him. And damn, they didn’t even get married because -because he fucking left him, Kyungsoo,” he says the last line softly almost as if he still couldn’t believe it; voice in the edges of almost regret, almost as if this boy is not just a boy and Kyungsoo thinks, unmistakably, that this boy -this boy is Jongin.
“He was caught up with being happy -finally-that he didn’t even realize how much he’d broken him. His little china doll was broken and he couldn’t even have the guts to try and fix it and ask why -why are you like this? Is it me? Is it my fault?-or apologise -I’m sorry, I’m selfish-and when he did, when he finally did, it was too late. He was always too fucking late. And after miles and miles in this fucked up journey, they’re back to square one. But only this time,” he sighs, too hard and too deep. Almost painful. “No one was there to fix him, glue his pieces back together -I couldn’t bear do it, I can’t even fix my own self. And you know? You can’t save someone from their self. You fucking can’t.” Jongin is drunk and sad and miserable and Kyungsoo doesn’t know how to deal with this. He just met the guy and now he’s drowning him in sad life stories and Kyungsoo feels his annoyance ebb away and quickly gets replaced by pity. Maybe Jongin is not the rich, stuck-up bastard he portrays himself to be, maybe Jongin’s a broken soul hidden deep within luxury fabrics and disgustingly expensive jeans. Kyungsoo contemplates, and maybe, he might just give this a chance.
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i have a lot more in my notebook and in my documents folder and in my phone and i just SCREAMS WHEN DID I WRITE THIS MUCH. okay all of these i swear to god are from months ago and nothing here is recent. though i think my writing "skills" were a tad better when i wrote these compared to now??? idk?? lmao okay i'll just leave this word dump here.
Pairing: kris/chanyeol
Summary: chanyeol hates valentines. kris is just a cashier in a convenient store.
Status: not going to be finished because i'm a lazy fuck
Chanyeol loves Shin Ramyun. He thinks it's delicious for a cheap half-assed, I-didn't-even-try dinner and it's pretty convenient too, which is nice since he really is very hungry and wants nothing more than a bite of his chili sea food flavored ramen. He looks over the shelf in front of him, basking in the sight of the different ramen brands conveniently arranged in alphabetical order. He finds it amusing but terribly impractical. What's the point in arranging it in alphabetical order anyway? It's not like people care. If anything, people remember their food by logo not brand.
He picks a packet from the bottom left corner and makes his way to the cashier; scowling at valentine greetings plastered everywhere in the walls. Hearts are literally everywhere and he frowns at the sight. Not that he hates hearts or anything, because hearts are okay he thinks--hey, it's a vital organ, he appreciates the fact that it keeps the blood flowing in his body keeping him, in one way or the other, alive--but he does hate the color red. But Chanyeol has always been in denial.
He sighs in relief when he sees the line for the counter fairly short, which he kind of expected but never really did--he was never the optimist--because it's valentines day and it's half past 10pm. The only ones who could be in the convenient store in this kind of hour are the lonely people who have no one to spend valentines with. Chanyeol, in all his worth (which is a lot he likes to think to himself) refuses the fact that he's one of those people. He did have plans with his best friend Baekhyun but Baekhyun is a fucking asshole and decided to ditch on him for this guy Jongin.
"I hate everything," he mutters to himself when the old man in front of him bumped into him on the way out.
Cashier boy is busy arranging bills as he lays his ramen packet down the shiny silver surface, pulling his hand back into his hoodie pockets as soon as he took them out. He fakes a cough and cashier boy looks at him, mildly surprised, and says "Happy Valentines," with a tight lipped smile. Cashier boy is good looking, Chanyeol thinks, but definitely not better than him. Maybe by a small margin, he thinks a moment later when cashier boy turns to the cashier, giving him a clear view of his profile. Chanyeol stares then fixes his sight on the packet below then stares back again. This goes on for a couple of minutes before cashier boys catches on. Cashier boy stares back, what the fuck is wrong with you? written all over his face.
Title: untitled #1
Pairing: kyungsoo/jongin
Summary: jongin shows kyungsoo the world in exchange of his company
Status: (laughter)
Kyungsoo loves the sunset, loves seeing the sky change its colors. Vibrant oranges melting into indigo violets. He thinks it's wonderful, fascinating, enchanting. It reminds him of lost childhood memories spent sneaking out to the park at five thirty, the perfect time to watch the sun fade out and spending the whole entirety of the time by himself because he didn't mind being alone but he did, sometimes, hope he had someone beside him staring off into the fields, laughing talking, plucking grass out of pure boredom because it might be nice, he thinks. He tells this to Jongin because as nonchalant as he may seem, he actually listens. Jongin tells him it's boring and stupid because he hates the sun and how it makes him sweat and Jongin hates sweating. But Kyungsoo just laughs and tells him, I know, Jongin. I know.
The nest day it's jongin that barges in his apartment and prompts him to follow him, somewhere, and he doesn't bother asking because anywhere with Jongin would be okay.
Title: untitled #2
Pairing: kyungsoo/jongin
So they ran and ran and ran, hands intertwined and all they can see is each other and the road ahead. People fade out, eventually, in a blur of fading colours and soft distant whispers. They ran until their hearts threatened to explode -not from the adrenaline rush or the lack of air but because they’re here, now, together and very much infinite-until the bright horizon of soft reds and vibrant oranges is blanketed by blackness and little dots of shiny things-stars, I think they’re stars-fill the sky, until the busy crowds of Agpujeong dwindle down to store owners wrapping things up for the night and they’re left alone (well almost, because Agpujeong is never out of people) in a secluded place, empty but nice because being with Jongin like this maybe ridiculous but it is nice and Kyungsoo can’t help but feel terribly wonderful.
It takes Kyungsoo a moment later to realize that they stopped in front of a line of substandard coffee shops and jazz bars that strangely look out of place with the really bad lighting and badly chosen jazz music blasting faintly off its speakers. Kyungsoo wonders then which dumb-ass employee of the month picked the tunes for the night and scowls. Later, he’d have to thank that idiot.
The little sparkly dots in the sky eventually blends in with the bright lights of the not-so-busy street and one-hey look up, Kyungsoo-and one languid movement, they see empty darkness; galaxy’s true beauty masked with something inevitable, something called bright lights -humanity.
Kyungsoo feels his chest constrict ever so slightly; childhood memories of star gazing with his late father replaying in the back of his mind. He opens his mouth to say something but Jongin grabs him first, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo’s torso and Kyungsoo finds himself doing the same, totally unconscious. His mouth gapes against Jongin’s heavily covered chest to say something, protest maybe, but Jongin holds him tighter and he feels the words caught up in his throat and he really couldn’t say anything, not like this. Not when Jongin’s holding him so tight and swaying from side to side, dancing. Jazz music playing softly in the distance. So he complies, for now.
They dance under the street lights along the soft hums of the Jazz bar upfront. The song is terribly cheesy, but it’s okay. Kyungsoo thinks because, it doesn’t really matter, not when they don’t care, not when he’s practically attached to Jongin, and Jongin’s holding on to him tightly, like he’s scared, like there’d be no tomorrow. Kyungsoo hums softly along the tunes of an age old song that he believes the neither both of them understand since it’s in English but they do know that it’s about love (they never knew it was about love lost) and that’s good enough.
The remaining drizzle of people eventually start to stare (two guys dancing in somewhat of a romantic way isn’t really an everyday sighting) and kyungsoo tenses against jongin’s chest. He’s a little bit scared, a little bit hesitant but Jongin holds him tighter around his arms and Kyungsoo realizes then that he doesn’t really want this to stop. He brushes off all rationality clouding his thoughts and becomes irrational for once. To hell with the world, he thinks triumphantly as his arms wrap around Jongin’s waist tighter and he feels the younger smile against his temple. He didn’t need to look at it to know how dazzling and just-so-genuinely-happy it looked because he can feel it in the way Jongin hums against his ear, hot breath fanning against his prickling cold skin, feels it in the way Jongin says his name in the gentlest way of almost love, almost eternal content but with the slightest tinge of sadness that’s almost unnoticeable. But jongin always speaks like he carries all the burdens of the world -or the burdens of a boy who’s broken too many times, pieces not really fitting anymore-and that, is hard to come by unnoticed. But not this time, because for now, Jongin sounds genuinely happier and Kyungsoo smiles at the thought.
“What are you thinking about?” Jongin says soft as he shifts his head from against Kyungsoo’s temple to rest on top of his head. Kyungsoo feels so short all of the sudden but he brushes the thought away.
He smiles, “How I don’t want this moment to end,” he says tone just as soft and gentle. Jongin laughs and pulls away and Kyungsoo’s just a little bit stunned. He feels cold all of the sudden -that kind of cold where he feels it against his heavily clothed form and deeper underneath skin, muscle and bones; sharp edges breaking through the strongest of muscles and bones and longing.
Title: untitled #3
Pairing: kyungsoo/jongin
There’s this boy who fell too fast, too hard and he was a little broken, he needed a little fix and fast forward five years, he was getting married and he was goddamn fucking happy because finally -finally someone’s fucked up enough to fix him and spend the remnants of his life with him,” he smiles, here. It looks almost bitter, maybe it’s the alcohol. “But you know, he left him. The person who fixed his broken-ass self, left him. And damn, they didn’t even get married because -because he fucking left him, Kyungsoo,” he says the last line softly almost as if he still couldn’t believe it; voice in the edges of almost regret, almost as if this boy is not just a boy and Kyungsoo thinks, unmistakably, that this boy -this boy is Jongin.
“He was caught up with being happy -finally-that he didn’t even realize how much he’d broken him. His little china doll was broken and he couldn’t even have the guts to try and fix it and ask why -why are you like this? Is it me? Is it my fault?-or apologise -I’m sorry, I’m selfish-and when he did, when he finally did, it was too late. He was always too fucking late. And after miles and miles in this fucked up journey, they’re back to square one. But only this time,” he sighs, too hard and too deep. Almost painful. “No one was there to fix him, glue his pieces back together -I couldn’t bear do it, I can’t even fix my own self. And you know? You can’t save someone from their self. You fucking can’t.” Jongin is drunk and sad and miserable and Kyungsoo doesn’t know how to deal with this. He just met the guy and now he’s drowning him in sad life stories and Kyungsoo feels his annoyance ebb away and quickly gets replaced by pity. Maybe Jongin is not the rich, stuck-up bastard he portrays himself to be, maybe Jongin’s a broken soul hidden deep within luxury fabrics and disgustingly expensive jeans. Kyungsoo contemplates, and maybe, he might just give this a chance.
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i have a lot more in my notebook and in my documents folder and in my phone and i just SCREAMS WHEN DID I WRITE THIS MUCH. okay all of these i swear to god are from months ago and nothing here is recent. though i think my writing "skills" were a tad better when i wrote these compared to now??? idk?? lmao okay i'll just leave this word dump here.