drabbles ii
milk / shinee / jongkey / 454w / g / originally posted on facebook for requests or something and i'm sorry it's really bad
"I don't even like milk," Jonghyun pouts. "Only milk tea. Why can't I have milk tea?"
"I don't care if you like it or not. Milk is good for you, and milk tea is not. And don't pout, it makes you look ugly," Key snaps, frustrated.
Jonghyun glares at him and crosses his arms, childishly turning his head away from the glass of milk on the table.
Key sighs in annoyance, pushing the glass towards him again. "Just drink it, please," he says a little more gently. "It's for your health, all right?"
"Can't I have Taemin's banana milk instead?" Jonghyun whines. "At least that tastes better than this."
"No, this is better for you! Trust me," Key says, nudging the glass forward once again. It’s getting close to the edge of the table now. “Milk builds strong bones!”
“I won’t drink it,” Jonghyun persists, and when Key pushes the glass towards him this time, it teeters on the side of the table, but stays. “You said I looked ugly.”
Key huffs and rolls his eyes. “I didn’t mean it. You know I wouldn’t say something like that to you, not really.”
At that, Jonghyun turns around and opens his mouth to say something, but his arm brushes the table and the glass of milk finally falls, spilling all over his lap. The glass falls to the ground and shatters.
“What a waste of milk,” Key says sadly. Jonghyun hurriedly tries to sop it up with a mass of napkins, but it’s already far too late, and his pants are soaked. He stands up to go change. Key stares.
As he’s turning to leave, Jonghyun looks up and follows Key’s line of sight straight to his pants, then giggles, “What’re you looking at? How come you can’t take your eyes off of me? Do you like me?”
Key immediately flushes bright red and tries to give him a dirty look. “No. Why would I ever like you? Don’t be ridiculous.”
Jonghyun looks somewhat deflated at that, and when he looks up at Key again, his expression resembles that of a kicked puppy. It’s both sad and endearing, Key thinks. “I was just joking,” he says unconvincingly, and starts to walk off towards the bedroom.
Guiltily, Key starts, “I-I didn’t mean it,” and in a quieter voice, he adds, “I really like you, actually.”
Jonghyun stops in his tracks. “You-you do?”
“I what?” Key asks, trying to sound innocent. “I didn’t say anything.”
He can hear the smile in Jonghyun’s voice when he says, “If you say so,” and keeps on walking.
“When I finish cleaning this up, you’re drinking another glass of milk,” Key calls after him.
Jonghyun laughs. “Whatever you say.”
ice skating / exo / hunhan / 362w / g / based off of this
“I don’t even know how to ice skate,” Sehun complains, dragging his feet as Luhan pulls him out the door.
“It’s okay,” Luhan says cheerily, “I can teach you! Don’t worry.”
Sehun isn’t exactly sure about how great Luhan’s teaching skills are, but he lets himself be brought to a very crowded ice rink, which is full of small children and their parents and teenagers who are probably on dates, and it makes Sehun a little more apprehensive about this-the more people there are around, the more people Sehun is sure he’ll be humiliating himself in front of.
They rent ice skates and, after some struggling, they finally step onto the ice. As soon as both of Sehun’s skates are on the ice, he wobbles and almost falls; he’s only just barely saved by Luhan’s steady hands, which reach out and catch Sehun by the wrists just as he’s about to lose his balance completely. Laughing and pulling him up, Luhan says, “I thought you would at least be able to stand. Aren’t you supposed to be a dancer?”
“Shut up,” Sehun mutters, trying to glare at him, but he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face and he’s pretty sure that his expression comes out more amused than angry.
Luhan spends the next ten minutes attempting to show him how to ice skate, and Sehun spends the next twenty failing miserably. He decides that Luhan shouldn’t try to teach people things, especially in Korean, because he keeps switching to Chinese every time he doesn’t know a word and now Sehun is even more lost than before.
“Here,” Luhan huffs finally, “I’ll skate and you can hold onto my hand. It’ll be easy.”
It really is easy-for the first two seconds. After that, Sehun topples over again, this time bringing Luhan down with him, and they just lie in a heap in the middle of the ice rink.
“You’re the worst boyfriend ever,” Luhan pouts from underneath him. “We can never do anything fun like this.”
Sehun grins. “Do you want to go see a movie?”
“You’re paying,” Luhan sighs, and Sehun can tell that he’s smiling, too.
lunch / exo / taoris / 867w / g / and there was a prompt but i forgot what it was
The first time Zitao comes to the park, he is running.
A few stop to stare as he, clutching the small bag of food, passes, easily outrunning the middle-aged man behind him. He finally finds a dark, quiet spot next to a large bush and takes a good look at the food: a small loaf of bread, an apple, and some ham-not much, and not enough for the police to really care, but still a good enough lunch. It’ll get him by, Zitao decides.
Breaking a piece of bread off, Zitao watches as children play in a large sandbox and run about on the field, only looking away when his eyes follow a girl to the man she’s hiding behind. He’s tall, striking-maybe because of the fact that he looks kind of scary, Zitao thinks-and appears to be alone. Zitao isn’t quite sure why, but the only thing he can look for the rest of his lunch is the man.
He decides he’ll come back again. Soon.
//
On Yifan’s first day of work, he goes to the nearby park for his lunch break.
It’s kind of nice, he thinks, and really peaceful-that is, until a black blur speeds past, followed not long after by what appears to be a local grocery store owner.
When it’s apparent that whoever he was chasing has disappeared, the man curses loudly (this draws many dirty looks from the children’s mothers) and angrily walks off; Yifan looks around and spots the previously running boy sitting in the shaded area next to a bush. He’s young, thin-too thin, Yifan thinks-and probably not much shorter than Yifan, and underneath the sharp, gaunt facial features, he looks almost softly feminine (Yifan vaguely decides that it’s pretty, then tries to pretend the thought never crossed his mind).
He only looks away when a young girl, giggling, ducks behind him, grabbing onto his legs. “Hide me, mister! The monster’s coming!”
After that, the children all seem to decide that Yifan is a good hiding place, so he spends the rest of his lunch break letting them crawl all over him as they play.
It’s only when he’s walking back to work that he realizes that he hasn’t eaten lunch yet. There’s a nice enough restaurant next to the park, Yifan remembers, so maybe he’ll come back sometime. The kids are pretty cute anyways, so it really wouldn’t hurt…
//
Going to the park has become a regular thing for Zitao-and for the tall guy, too, he’s noticed-and most afternoons, he’ll sit at his place by the bush with whatever he’s managed to get for lunch, trying to watch the little kids play (but really, he’s watching that man, even though he still doesn’t know his name and he still thinks he’s a little scary-looking).
This is the nicest things have been in ages, Zitao realizes, since his dad kicked him out; with hardly any money and no home, everything’s been relatively unstable and Zitao thinks he was kind of lost, but now he’s established something like a… routine. It’s comfortable. Good. He likes it.
//
Yifan tells himself that it’s for the kids. And the food at the restaurant. (It’s not, of course, and he knows it.)
Sometimes he gets a little caught up in it, sneaking glances at that kid (who is always dressed in the same black clothes, and Yifan wonders why) out of the corner of his eye, and he’s late going back to work at the music store, but he can’t bring himself to regret anything. There’s just something about the kid that’s endlessly intriguing-not that Yifan is ever going to do anything to satisfy that curiosity. Apart from continuing to go back every afternoon, that is. Yifan thinks that it’s good enough. (But he’s pretty sure that one day it won’t be.)
//
It’s a sunny afternoon, and Zitao is finally leaving the park for the day. The man has just gone, and he figures that now’s a good time to leave as any, so he heads back to the entrance of the park, head bowed, but almost topples over when he bumps into something-someone. Scowling, he looks up, ready to snap at whoever is in his way, only to see the same person he’s been watching for the past month, and suddenly he’s kind of speechless; it’s like his mind has gone completely blank.
“Ah, sorry,” the man says (and immediately Zitao decides that he loves this person’s voice), “I was just coming back to get something and I wasn’t looking at where I was going-I really didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you okay?”
Zitao manages a nod, and the man continues (Zitao thinks he might be rambling a bit), “It’s funny. I’ve seen you here a lot, but we’ve never really spoken-I’m Wu Yifan, but most people call me Kris. So. Um. I guess you can, too.”
Smiling a little bit at the other’s nervousness now, Zitao nods and says, “Huang Zitao. It’s nice to meet you.”
(Zitao isn’t quite sure why, but he thinks that this is the start of something really, really special.)
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"I don't even like milk," Jonghyun pouts. "Only milk tea. Why can't I have milk tea?"
"I don't care if you like it or not. Milk is good for you, and milk tea is not. And don't pout, it makes you look ugly," Key snaps, frustrated.
Jonghyun glares at him and crosses his arms, childishly turning his head away from the glass of milk on the table.
Key sighs in annoyance, pushing the glass towards him again. "Just drink it, please," he says a little more gently. "It's for your health, all right?"
"Can't I have Taemin's banana milk instead?" Jonghyun whines. "At least that tastes better than this."
"No, this is better for you! Trust me," Key says, nudging the glass forward once again. It’s getting close to the edge of the table now. “Milk builds strong bones!”
“I won’t drink it,” Jonghyun persists, and when Key pushes the glass towards him this time, it teeters on the side of the table, but stays. “You said I looked ugly.”
Key huffs and rolls his eyes. “I didn’t mean it. You know I wouldn’t say something like that to you, not really.”
At that, Jonghyun turns around and opens his mouth to say something, but his arm brushes the table and the glass of milk finally falls, spilling all over his lap. The glass falls to the ground and shatters.
“What a waste of milk,” Key says sadly. Jonghyun hurriedly tries to sop it up with a mass of napkins, but it’s already far too late, and his pants are soaked. He stands up to go change. Key stares.
As he’s turning to leave, Jonghyun looks up and follows Key’s line of sight straight to his pants, then giggles, “What’re you looking at? How come you can’t take your eyes off of me? Do you like me?”
Key immediately flushes bright red and tries to give him a dirty look. “No. Why would I ever like you? Don’t be ridiculous.”
Jonghyun looks somewhat deflated at that, and when he looks up at Key again, his expression resembles that of a kicked puppy. It’s both sad and endearing, Key thinks. “I was just joking,” he says unconvincingly, and starts to walk off towards the bedroom.
Guiltily, Key starts, “I-I didn’t mean it,” and in a quieter voice, he adds, “I really like you, actually.”
Jonghyun stops in his tracks. “You-you do?”
“I what?” Key asks, trying to sound innocent. “I didn’t say anything.”
He can hear the smile in Jonghyun’s voice when he says, “If you say so,” and keeps on walking.
“When I finish cleaning this up, you’re drinking another glass of milk,” Key calls after him.
Jonghyun laughs. “Whatever you say.”
ice skating / exo / hunhan / 362w / g / based off of this
“I don’t even know how to ice skate,” Sehun complains, dragging his feet as Luhan pulls him out the door.
“It’s okay,” Luhan says cheerily, “I can teach you! Don’t worry.”
Sehun isn’t exactly sure about how great Luhan’s teaching skills are, but he lets himself be brought to a very crowded ice rink, which is full of small children and their parents and teenagers who are probably on dates, and it makes Sehun a little more apprehensive about this-the more people there are around, the more people Sehun is sure he’ll be humiliating himself in front of.
They rent ice skates and, after some struggling, they finally step onto the ice. As soon as both of Sehun’s skates are on the ice, he wobbles and almost falls; he’s only just barely saved by Luhan’s steady hands, which reach out and catch Sehun by the wrists just as he’s about to lose his balance completely. Laughing and pulling him up, Luhan says, “I thought you would at least be able to stand. Aren’t you supposed to be a dancer?”
“Shut up,” Sehun mutters, trying to glare at him, but he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face and he’s pretty sure that his expression comes out more amused than angry.
Luhan spends the next ten minutes attempting to show him how to ice skate, and Sehun spends the next twenty failing miserably. He decides that Luhan shouldn’t try to teach people things, especially in Korean, because he keeps switching to Chinese every time he doesn’t know a word and now Sehun is even more lost than before.
“Here,” Luhan huffs finally, “I’ll skate and you can hold onto my hand. It’ll be easy.”
It really is easy-for the first two seconds. After that, Sehun topples over again, this time bringing Luhan down with him, and they just lie in a heap in the middle of the ice rink.
“You’re the worst boyfriend ever,” Luhan pouts from underneath him. “We can never do anything fun like this.”
Sehun grins. “Do you want to go see a movie?”
“You’re paying,” Luhan sighs, and Sehun can tell that he’s smiling, too.
lunch / exo / taoris / 867w / g / and there was a prompt but i forgot what it was
The first time Zitao comes to the park, he is running.
A few stop to stare as he, clutching the small bag of food, passes, easily outrunning the middle-aged man behind him. He finally finds a dark, quiet spot next to a large bush and takes a good look at the food: a small loaf of bread, an apple, and some ham-not much, and not enough for the police to really care, but still a good enough lunch. It’ll get him by, Zitao decides.
Breaking a piece of bread off, Zitao watches as children play in a large sandbox and run about on the field, only looking away when his eyes follow a girl to the man she’s hiding behind. He’s tall, striking-maybe because of the fact that he looks kind of scary, Zitao thinks-and appears to be alone. Zitao isn’t quite sure why, but the only thing he can look for the rest of his lunch is the man.
He decides he’ll come back again. Soon.
//
On Yifan’s first day of work, he goes to the nearby park for his lunch break.
It’s kind of nice, he thinks, and really peaceful-that is, until a black blur speeds past, followed not long after by what appears to be a local grocery store owner.
When it’s apparent that whoever he was chasing has disappeared, the man curses loudly (this draws many dirty looks from the children’s mothers) and angrily walks off; Yifan looks around and spots the previously running boy sitting in the shaded area next to a bush. He’s young, thin-too thin, Yifan thinks-and probably not much shorter than Yifan, and underneath the sharp, gaunt facial features, he looks almost softly feminine (Yifan vaguely decides that it’s pretty, then tries to pretend the thought never crossed his mind).
He only looks away when a young girl, giggling, ducks behind him, grabbing onto his legs. “Hide me, mister! The monster’s coming!”
After that, the children all seem to decide that Yifan is a good hiding place, so he spends the rest of his lunch break letting them crawl all over him as they play.
It’s only when he’s walking back to work that he realizes that he hasn’t eaten lunch yet. There’s a nice enough restaurant next to the park, Yifan remembers, so maybe he’ll come back sometime. The kids are pretty cute anyways, so it really wouldn’t hurt…
//
Going to the park has become a regular thing for Zitao-and for the tall guy, too, he’s noticed-and most afternoons, he’ll sit at his place by the bush with whatever he’s managed to get for lunch, trying to watch the little kids play (but really, he’s watching that man, even though he still doesn’t know his name and he still thinks he’s a little scary-looking).
This is the nicest things have been in ages, Zitao realizes, since his dad kicked him out; with hardly any money and no home, everything’s been relatively unstable and Zitao thinks he was kind of lost, but now he’s established something like a… routine. It’s comfortable. Good. He likes it.
//
Yifan tells himself that it’s for the kids. And the food at the restaurant. (It’s not, of course, and he knows it.)
Sometimes he gets a little caught up in it, sneaking glances at that kid (who is always dressed in the same black clothes, and Yifan wonders why) out of the corner of his eye, and he’s late going back to work at the music store, but he can’t bring himself to regret anything. There’s just something about the kid that’s endlessly intriguing-not that Yifan is ever going to do anything to satisfy that curiosity. Apart from continuing to go back every afternoon, that is. Yifan thinks that it’s good enough. (But he’s pretty sure that one day it won’t be.)
//
It’s a sunny afternoon, and Zitao is finally leaving the park for the day. The man has just gone, and he figures that now’s a good time to leave as any, so he heads back to the entrance of the park, head bowed, but almost topples over when he bumps into something-someone. Scowling, he looks up, ready to snap at whoever is in his way, only to see the same person he’s been watching for the past month, and suddenly he’s kind of speechless; it’s like his mind has gone completely blank.
“Ah, sorry,” the man says (and immediately Zitao decides that he loves this person’s voice), “I was just coming back to get something and I wasn’t looking at where I was going-I really didn’t mean to bump into you. Are you okay?”
Zitao manages a nod, and the man continues (Zitao thinks he might be rambling a bit), “It’s funny. I’ve seen you here a lot, but we’ve never really spoken-I’m Wu Yifan, but most people call me Kris. So. Um. I guess you can, too.”
Smiling a little bit at the other’s nervousness now, Zitao nods and says, “Huang Zitao. It’s nice to meet you.”
(Zitao isn’t quite sure why, but he thinks that this is the start of something really, really special.)
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