ikon tumblr drabble dump #1
2/3 fics written in lapslock, originally posted on tumblr.
pairing: junhwe/donghyuk
rating: pg
genre: slice of life, comedy, slight!romance
word count: ~250
a/n: for the prompt "things you said when you thought i was asleep"
so donghyuk and junhwe are pretty new at this whole relationship shinding.
all things considered, donghyuk supposes it could have been worse, considering that they’re both barely adults, living with five other guys, and this is both of their first serious relationships.
being with junhwe is surprisingly easy yet difficult at the same time. on the surface, not much has changed - they tease each other just as much, if not more than they did before, and it’s not like they’re particularly affectionate towards each other, either (donghyuk’s still working on junhwe).
but there’s a weird sort of distance between them sometimes - like junhwe’s afraid of saying things openly to donghyuk.
this in itself is not entirely unusual, since junhwe’s never been the most open with anyone, but donghyuk can’t help but feel like junhwe’s keeping something from him.
donghyuk’s half-asleep on the couch when he hears junhwe mumbling, then feels the cushions sink next to him where junhwe’s presumably sat down.
“what’s on,” junhwe mutters, and donghyuk hears brief snippets of television shows as junhwe flips though, eventually settling on a drama that donghyuk’s been watching over the past few weeks.
“why do you watch this shit, dong,” junhwe sighs, draping an arm over donghyuk’s presumably-sleeping back, “nothing ever happens and the leads are so stupid.”
“if you value your life,” donghyuk says, with far more clarity than a supposedly-sleeping person should, “you will shut up.”
junhwe does.
“good boy.”
(“whipped!” bobby yells from across the room. junhwe gives him the finger. donghyuk is just amused.)
pairing: junhwe/jinhwan
rating: pg
genre: slice of life, slight!romance, slight!angst
word count: ~500
a/n: prompter asked for jinhwan climbing into junhwe's bed after a rough day
They all have their off days.
Some of them show it more than others - namely, Hanbin and Junhwe, who’re both prone to fits of silent sulking or careless hostile words. They require a little more finesse to figure out what’s at the root of the problem, but their moods tend to blow over quickly.
Bobby, Donghyuk, Yunhyeong, and Chanwoo, too, are obvious in their own ways - quieter, less prone to cheer or forcing it, but Jinhwan’s good at picking up on the little details.
Jinhwan likes to think the others can’t tell when he’s having issues. He’s good at pretending nothing’s wrong. It’s not like he doesn’t have problems, but with age comes experience, and with experience comes learning ways to keep things under wraps when they need to be. He plays the eldest hyung role well, taking the little jabs the others always throw his way in stride, always willing to lend a listening ear when needed.
Sometimes, though, there are bad days.
Days where everything feels like it’s going wrong. It starts small, like oversleeping ten minutes and finding a bit of hair that just won’t lie flat. Somewhere along the lines, it escalates - Bobby going a little too far in his teasing, Hanbin whining about something that really doesn’t need to be whined about, small spats among the members that really aren’t a big deal but something that Jinhwan just doesn’t want to deal with. On the really bad days, the demons of insecurity start invading his brain again. He’s short, not terribly attractive, vocal abilities average… the list goes on.
It’s on those days, though, that Jinhwan usually notices a certain pair of eyes fixed on him. Jinhwan’s tempted to remind him to focus on other things, but it’s hard not to indulge in being looked after, taken care of for once.
“Hyung,” Junhwe will say, and he’ll give Jinhwan a piece of fishcake from his ramyeon, or sit on the floor to make room for him on the sofa. He never makes a big deal out of it, but Jinhwan notices all the same.
“Thanks, June-yah,” he’ll tell the younger later, and Junhwe will scoff, because hyung, what are you thanking me for?
Usually, that’s all Jinhwan needs. Some nights, though, when even small comforts seem like they aren’t enough, Jinhwan will tiptoe into the biggest room late at night, climb the ladder of the bunk bed as quietly as he can, and slip under the covers. Junhwe’s arm will wrap around him wordlessly, Jinhwan’s head fitting easily under his chin.
“’night, hyung,” Junhwe will mumble sleepily, easily slipping back into sleep. Jinhwan takes a little longer to drift off, but counting the beats of Junhwe’s heart against his back lulls him under faster than any lullaby.
Junhwe never says anything about it in the morning, but sometimes he’ll mutter love you hyung or hyung, fighting! under his breath, when he thinks Jinhwan is still asleep.
And Jinhwan will smile to himself, because he knows that even when things seem like they’ll never look up, he’ll always have a place with Junhwe.
pairing: platonic!junhwe/jinhwan/hanbin
rating: pg
genre: slice of life, comedy
word count: ~1.1k
a/n: prompter asked for junhwe and hanbin taking care of jinhwan. is vaguely christmas themed but can be easily ignored lol.
jinhwan would be the one that gets sick on christmas eve, honestly.
one night he’d gone to bed with a mild sore throat, and the next day he’d slept through all of his alarms and several loud no-longer-teenage-boys-but-definitely-not-adults banging about in the morning, only waking up when junhwe actually prodded him awake with a concerned look on his face.
“hyung, are you ok? you’re sweating a lot, and you slept in.”
jinhwan wants to say he’s not feeling too bad, but his throat won’t make any noise when he opens his mouth. junhwe’s expression softens, and he pats the jinhwan-blanket-lump gently.
“i’ll get you some honey tea.”
“’s jinani-hyung up?” hanbin asks, leaning against the doorframe, still drowsy. he’s barely dressed, but jinhwan supposes that since they don’t have anything planned for the day besides practice, it doesn’t matter.
“he’s sick,” junhwe replies, pushing himself up from his squat next to jinhwan’s bed and leaving the room, presumably to go to the kitchen. this seems to awaken something in hanbin, since he straightens up and rubs his eyes, pushing his hair back from his forehead.
“hyung?”
jinhwan really wants to tell them just to go to practice, because he can probably just sleep this one off, but he knows from experience that if no one wants to do what he says, they probably won’t (and they literally can’t hear him right now, anyways), and junhwe and hanbin are the most particularly stubborn of the lot.
junhwe returns with a steaming mug in hand, while hanbin rushes over to help jinhwan sit up. it really is excessive, jinhwan thinks, as hanbin’s hands do a weird uncertain hovering thing over the pillows he’s propped up, but it’s kind of nice to be spoiled every once in a while. he takes a sip of the tea (junhwe’s used too much honey).
“uh, i guess since you can’t talk, just use the chat, or something,” hanbin says, scratching the back of his head. “or, um, hold up.”
he takes his phone out of his hoodie pocket and opens up kakao, setting it so it’s a group chat for just the three of them. he sends a sticker of a sick bunny to start it off, and jinhwan rolls his eyes, using his free hand to type on his own phone.
isn’t this a bit much?
“nope,” junhwe replies, peering at hanbin’s screen. “you’re not dying on our watch.”
nobody’s going to die.
“nobody’s going to die if you stay in bed and drink tea,” junhwe says firmly. “hanbin, send the rest of them away before they get infected. we’ve already been exposed.”
jinhwan thinks this is the weakest logic he’s ever heard, but hanbin’s already agreeing, jogging out the door and yelling. who runs this group, anyways?
“bobby started whining but i told him i’ll buy him ddeokbokki later,” hanbin reports back. “do we have a diagnosis, dr. koo?”
what on earth is this, jinhwan types, but he is ignored as junhwe solemnly strokes his chin.
“…sick. needs sleep and probably juk.”
what an astute observation, please picture me saying this with no humor at all.
“hyung, why would you be laughing, anyways? this is serious. come on, june-yah, let’s make juk.”
do either of you even know how to make it????
his message goes unread. jinhwan lies back on his pillows and sighs, taking another long drink of tea.
at least he’s guaranteed some entertainment.
he finishes his tea (leaving the remnants of undissolved honey at the bottom) and peels off his blankets, hoping he’ll cool down enough to fall asleep again.
*
he’s not sure how long it’s been since he fell asleep, but when he wakes up, the dorm is very quiet, and he has an unread message on his phone.
hyung, let us know when you’re awake. we didn’t want to wake you up
jinhwan sighs, sending them an awakening sticker. no sooner had he pressed send did his door open, revealing hanbin and junhwe and a tray.
“were you two waiting outside?” jinhwan whispers. he is immediately shushed by hanbin.
“don’t talk, hyung. and no, of course not.”
jinhwan knows he’s lying, but he won’t push it.
there’s a fairly average-looking bowl of rice porridge on the tray, along with another cup of tea. he picks up the spoon and tastes it - it’s nothing spectacular, but at least they didn’t manage to screw it up too much.
“we put in extra ginger,” junhwe says, “because it’s supposed to be good for colds.”
jinhwan nods, taking a sip of tea. this one has a bit too much lemon in it - definitely hanbin.
“we’ll, uh, let you eat, then?” hanbin phrases it like a question. “or should we stay?”
you can stay, just not too close.
“we can watch movies,” junhwe suggests, “that requires no effort.”
jinhwan can see hanbin’s lips twitch in protest, because he doesn’t share the same taste that jinhwan and junhwe do, but he relents.
“fine. but can we watch something that’s less sad, at least?”
junhwe shrugs, leaving to go get his ipad. he returns, setting it up on a chair and opening up netflix.
“uh… english or korean?”
“i don’t feel like reading,” hanbin says, queueing up my sassy girl, “so… yeah.”
junhwe and hanbin situate themselves on the floor while the movie starts up and jinhwan eats. to jinhwan’s surprise, it’s not as awkward as it could have been, but he chalks it up to the fact that hanbin and junhwe are more alike than they realize, and the fact that both of them are quickly falling asleep.
jinhwan smiles fondly as he finishes eating, setting his tray to the side and patting both of them on the head (even though he really shouldn’t) before lying back down again.
before he knows it, he’s asleep, too.
*
“hyung, hyung, hyung.”
jinhwan opens his eyes again to junhwe’s and hanbin’s faces far too close to his own for comfort.
“what?” he whispers.
“merry christmas, hyung,” hanbin says.
“what?”
“we slept through the day,” junhwe clarifies. “merry christmas.”
“you too,” jinhwan replies.
“bobby’s cranky because he didn’t get to do some weird loud thing,” hanbin reports, “so he says you have to kiss him to make up for it, because if you kiss on christmas you’re supposed to be together forever.”
jinhwan makes a face, and junhwe laughs. he’s got nothing against giving into bobby’s childish wishes, but he just doesn’t quite get it sometimes. besides, he thought that was for new year’s, anyways.
“hyung, what about us?” junhwe asks, “we’re gonna be together forever too, right?”
jinhwan’s pretty sure he knows where this is going. he sighs, giving junhwe and hanbin each light pecks on the tops of their heads.
“happy now?”
hanbin grins. “yep.”
*
(no one is surprised when hanbin and junhwe end up sick three days later.)
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