[compilation] ask.fm things [1/?]
in chronological order.
1. BAEKYEOL XXXXX
"Baekhyun," The leader, Junmyeon says, and Baekhyun tilts his head in question. Junmyeon throws a manila envelope on his desk and sighs resignedly. "We need information on him. Do whatever you need, and report to me daily. In the envelope are the details of all the crimes he was involved in."
Baekhyun hums in acknowledgement, and opens the folder. The documents that pile out is an amazing amount, and Baekhyun clicks his tongue in masked shock. He leafs through the sheets of papers and finds the one he's looking for- particulars. There's a black-and-white grainy mugshot of him, Park Chanyeol, it says, with extremely large eyes and an attractive face in general. He traces his finger down the document, and finds it: Park Chanyeol works in a bookstore called EXO Planet in Busan. Baekhyun shoves the documents back into the envelope, and promptly stands up to leave.
The wind chime dings softly in the quiet afternoon as Baekhyun steps into the bookstore, the lovely scent of new books and unwrapped series hanging in the air. The carpet unfurls soft under his shoes and he approaches the counter.
"Hi," Baekhyun, says, without looking up, "I'm looking for a book on Greek mythology for my school project, could you help me?"
When he does look up, he is blinded by bright eyes and a dazzling smile before Park Chanyeol opens his mouth to answer. The rest of his words are drowned at the back of Baekhyun's head as he blinks and thinks, Mission Impossible.
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2. SUKAI
It starts with a little time gap when Jongin first begins to try out his new-found ability, at the age of eight, when he snaps his fingers accidentally during Christmas and finds himself a month before, taking a test in school. He focuses and remembers the answers, and when he gets back his test papers, he gets a perfect score.
It starts like that.
When he grows up, it no longer consists of accidental time-travel, but warping through the dimensions of time purposefully, moving back in time to remake decisions he had regretted during then; moving front in time to find out what will actually happen, and go back again to fix it-- it's a mundane routine, yet the adrenaline of knowing something can change forever because of something he can fix is beyond what he can imagine. It's an extreme sense of thrill.
The thing about this time-travel business, is that nobody notices. Nobody ever does. When Jongin comes back to his normal life after he's done, people around him behave like he's there all the while. It makes things surreal at times, but sensational even more.
So one time when he snaps and moves back to three weeks ago, he's taken aback when a guy with flaring red hair comes up to him with a coy grin, and says, "So, what's the winning combination for the lottery next week?"
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3. yeoljong, practising for troublemaker stage
The video of Hyunseung and Hyuna performing ends on the laptop, and Sungjong and Sungyeol watches on in silence. The practice room is filled with stagnant air, and Sungyeol whines softly. "How the hell are we going to do that?"
Sungjong shrugs, and rests his chin in his hand. "I've tried this once. Alone. In the shower."
"You dance to Troublemaker in the shower," Sungyeol repeats.
"I am a man." Sungjong glares at Sungyeol.
"Fine, you be Hyunseung. I'll be Hyuna..." Sungyeol trails off, and he eyes himself in the large mirror, "Hmm... maybe I can rip my dress off at the end, even. Do you think they have cat ears? I want cat ears. And long, curly hair. Hey, Sungjong, do you think I'll make a pretty girl-- I think I would--"
"Get up, hyung," Sungjong whines, and he gets up before tugging Sungyeol up. He hums the tune softly, before dancing shrewdly to the chorus of the song, and Sungyeol stares, mouth wide open.
"Sungjong, that's Hyuna, you're Hyunseung-- stop--"
Sungjong grabs Sungyeol's hand and guides him the steps, as he sings along to the beat, and when their lips almost meet, Sungyeol's eyes widen and Sungjong smirks a little, before pulling away and continuing the dance.
Oh, boy. Sungyeol wonders if he'll ever get to memorize this choreography without messing up, by their concert.
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4. sekai - in which jongin can walk between dreams
Sehun stirs in his sleep, his subconscious mind floating between scenes, a blur mix of backgrounds, until he settles in one-- he's curled up on a couch, and the floor is flooded with rapid water, height rising with time, and he clutches a cushion tight in his hold. Before the water reaches his feet, there's a wisp of black smoke, and a tanned boy materializes on the sofa. "Fuck," the boy whispers, and he meets Sehun's eyes for a quick second before he quickly snaps and disappears the way he came.
Sehun jerks awake and looks at the digital clock on his bedside desk-- 3AM-- his heart is pounding and his brain is muddled but there is only one image etched into his head-- the dark eyes of the other boy staring right at him, hair tousled and involuntarily perfect.
The odd dreams continue like that, and sometimes he's hiking on a cold mountain with treacherous terrain and never-ending blizzards, with wolf packs and slipping steps; sometimes he's walking around in campus with heavy textbooks in his hands; and sometimes he's just swimming in a cool body of water and when he swims up, the same boy would appear, in the same kind of black, non-substantial smoke, and he'd mutter something about a mistake, and in a snap, Sehun would be alone; just for a split second, before he shakes awake.
It's on a windy winter afternoon, and he shoves his hands into his pants pockets and snuggles into his scarf as he strolls down the street to get groceries, the snow crunchy under his black boots. Sehun hums a light tune, and when he turns into the valley as a shortcut, he freezes in his steps as a very familiar black smoke appears, and the boy appears with a lopsided grin. This time he doesn't snap and disappear, because Sehun knows this isn't a dream, but this time Sehun feels like his heart is slipping away from his grip when the boy steps close.
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5. Sutao || Tao is Suho's bodyguard
Prince Suho, or so they call him, is a frail and warm boy at heart. He's been raised to learn about war tactics and how to govern a kingdom, how to take control of people and their loyalty and how to be perfect in every visible (or not) aspect.
There is a secret about this perfect prince, though, and nobody who knows is allowed to speak about it. He's been diagnosed with mild heart problems since young, and the king had taken extra measures to ensure that the prince will always be alright. One of such precautions is the hiring of extra bodyguards.
Suho strolls around the empty palace, and he pauses in the garden to admire a flower and to let a butterfly land on his finger. "Monarch," He whispers, as it flies off into the spring wind. From an ostentatious amount of twelve bodyguards, Suho had pleaded with his father to reduce it, and he'd handpicked a few to stay by his side at all times. They are all close to the prince, and the prince, likewise, likes to treat them as friends, because a prince is one lonely soul.
Zitao is one of the guards. From young, his parents had sent him to the royal training academy and he had graduated with flawless grades, as per his parents' wishes, and he'd been ordered to protect the royals themselves from the start. When he's informed that he'll be with the weak prince, he'd scoffed and whined to his parents, but when he first laid his eyes on the pale prince, his mind had changed completely.
Prince Suho is flawless from everyone's eyes, with skin as pale as snow, lips as red as the rose, bright, large eyes and a soft voice to go with it. His manners are impeccable and his knowledge is akin to the entire royal library (because he's too bored, maybe) and he's just the epitome of perfection, really.
Zitao snaps out of his trance when Suho tilts his head and smiles, and Zitao blinks. "Did you say something, my highness?"
"I said if you liked horses. We're going to the stables, whether you like it or not," Suho chirps with a mischievous grin.
Zitao feels his heart beat faster when Suho grins, but he nods instead, hiding his face. "Sure, my Prince. Let's go."
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6. Krislay - lay is too forgetful for his own good
They are bustling through a crowded airport, and Yixing pushes up his glasses as he waves to the fans. He feels the same old feeling that he's forgotten something, but it's an old habit, so he shakes it away and continues walking.
"Where's your passport, Xing? I thought I told you to hold onto it at all times," Kris asks and stares at Yixing.
Yixing blinks twice, and he pats his pockets before rummaging through his bag, and his eyes widen in shock when he realizes his passport is nowhere to be found. "I-- I think I left it somewhere--"
"Of course you left it somewhere, Xing, but where?" Lu Han pats Yixing's back like it's something they should be used to, and they track back their steps and finds his passport beside the fountain.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Kris asks when they are slouched on the couch in the dorm, enjoying a free day when the rest of the members are out shopping. Yixing blinks a little, and he sinks deeper into the soft material, covering his face with a cushion.
"I don't... But you know how I am... I can't remember..." Yixing's voice is muffled by the cushion, and Kris pulls the cushion away.
"You're an asshole," Kris growls and frowns.
"Was it when I bumped into you at the ddeokbokki store? And then you were asking me--"
"No, that's Lu Han, you idiot," Kris murmurs.
"Or was it in the practice room? You were dancing and I threw you a bottle of--"
"I believe that's Jongin."
"Oh," Yixing mutters and frowns.
Kris slides over to rest his head on Yixing's lap, and Yixing furrows his brows in confusion.
"We met in the office. Administration things. I asked if you were Chinese too. You said yes. We went to practice together, and we even shared a dorm once. How could you forget?"
"I didn't forget, of course," Yixing barks up a laugh, "I was just testing you!"
Kris growls and tackles Yixing before jabbing his sides, making Yixing keel over in laughter, and Yixing grabs Kris's arms and gasps for air, and when the noise dies down, Kris snuggles further into the crook of Yixing's neck as they watch rented films in the warm afternoon.
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7. BAEKHUN SDFJGKSDGF ;W;
Baekhyun hops off the stairs and lets out a sigh when he plops down on his chair backstage, waiting for the makeup noonas to remove the makeup on his face and uncurl his hair. He sits there and almost dozes off in the cool air until his new manager, Sehun, shakes his shoulder and wakes him up.
"Baekhyun, we've got to go-- you have a schedule at Sukira in thirty minutes," Sehun reads off his phone, and Baekhyun stands up, popping his joints and humming in satisfaction at the stretch.
"Yeah, yeah. Another boring radio show. Let's go."
It's a boring routine, for a star like Baekhyun, where he's highly desired in every aspect of the entertainment biz, where his face is highly sought after for skincare products and his voice wanted for soundtracks of popular dramas, and Baekhyun, although he relishes in such fame and adoration, he barely gets to rest. Honestly, the only times he gets to actually catch some sleep is in between schedules, where he dozes off in the car with a neck rest, or on plane flights, or when he's getting his makeup and hair done.
Or sometimes, when Baekhyun's getting ready for concerts, and he falls asleep on Sehun's shoulder. That's Baekhyun's favorite rest time, actually, because Sehun can't say no to whatever he does, and even if he moves in his sleep Sehun will sigh and move his head onto Sehun's lap, and Baekhyun always wakes up to Sehun's face and although he might never say it (he is a top star, for heaven's sake, this is begging for a scandal!), he secretly likes it.
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8. gyujong
You know, they always say Sunggyu treats Sungjong the worst. Sungjong might agree with that saying.
If it isn't enough evidence-- the constant teasing, bullying and ordering of the youngest member is prominent and common amongst the hyungs, but Sunggyu always seems to up it a degree more, to ridicule Sungjong even more, onscreen, no less, and the fans either coo or complain about it.
But that's onscreen. Like they say, you must always have a balance to everything. Sunggyu thinks he's being very fair and logical to treat Sungjong like that if he's a really nice hyung offscreen.
Give him some credit! He's probably the nicest to Sungjong. At times.
They always spend time on their free days, to shop at Myeongdong (since their fashion tastes are almost identical it's hard to differentiate their styles), to go sing their heart out at Hongdae (but Sunggyu doesn't know why he asks Sungjong along instead of Woohyun, but), or just simply spending their time in the dorm with a bag of takeaway food from the restaurant down the street where they always get their stash of kimchi from.
Maybe that's why Sungjong never bears grudges towards him even when he treats him like that onscreen.
Maybe.
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9. taekai :DDDDDDDD
To say they're friends would be an understatement. They're more like best friends, soulmates, and those friends who know every single detail about you and you probably trust them enough to let them know everything, and believe that they won't tell another soul.
Jongin's first day in SM starts out with a healthy breakfast with wholemeal bread and low fat milk, and later he skips straight to dance classes. The steps are nothing like what he has learned in his ballet courses when he was young, a naive and immature thought of being a successful and famous ballerina (seriously) and it's pretty demanding.
However, he's probably used to such rigid schedules and the short time span allotted for them to memorize the dance steps and choreography, because of his ballet history, of course, and the instructor gives him a thumbs-up at the end of the day.
The days pass like this, and Jongin seems to have gotten used to the intense sessions. Until one day, a skinny boy tosses a bottle of water at him, and gives him a thumbs-up like the instructor did. "I really like how you dance. Can we practice together next time? I'm Taemin. Lee Taemin."
"Sure," Jongin replies with an easy grin, and in their next times, Jongin finds out that Taemin is actually way better than him. They dance together, styles mixing with power and grace, and when their instructor drops by at night to watch them dance, he applauds and exclaims that they are a flawless duo.
Jongin has never looked back ever since, with Taemin by his side.
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10. Kaisoo, kyungsoo gets jealous for the first time
Kyungsoo likes to think he's a man of rare emotions. It's only on rare occasions that he actually allows himself to express how he feels-- happy, sad, angry, or disappointed. It's a selfish thing to be able to see and feel how others are feeling but conceal his own emotions, but Kyungsoo thinks it's only the right thing to do, because he can't risk being hurt.
He's proud to say he's been upholding his character like that, until Jongin happens.
Jongin is a fleeting mix of sly touches, knowing glances and sultry smirks. He always takes Kyungsoo's breath away before Kyungsoo realizes it and it really, really infuriates Kyungsoo. He's not supposed to show how he feels, remember? But with Jongin around, things are pretty hard. Jongin seems to know he effects he has on Kyungsoo and seems to revel in the passing moments where Kyungsoo's eyes open a little wider, or when his face flushes just the slightest tint of pink and red.
Yes, Jongin does revel in it. He leaves Kyungsoo a blushing mess and moves on to other people, like whispering into Lu Han's ear, batting eyelashes at Junmyeon, grabbing Sehun's collar and pulling him close to talk to him, or just cuddling close to Chanyeol in the van when he's feeling cold.
It's a tornado of feelings in Kyungsoo, and he can't really give a name to the vortex inside. It feels horrible, and it makes him want to retch, but he lives with it. The dark looks and the secret whispers are what Kyungsoo lives on for. For now.
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11. gimme jongkey T__________T fluffff
Jonghyun thinks it's a bad Saturday night. He's been drenched in the rain from the concert last night, screaming his lungs out with Taemin on stage, and now he's caught the cold, and his throat hurts a lot, a lot. He wants to curl up on his bed, with his laptop, and ignore the world.
He sniffs lazily, and lifts his legs to occupy the entire length of the couch. Taemin is humming away in his room, and Jinki is tapping feverishly on his phone, and Minho is nowhere to be seen, and Kibum-- Kibum's probably in his room, jamming to American pop songs. So much for group mates, Jonghyun sniffs, no one cares about how he's doing. Come on, a lead vocal's got to have his benefits, right?
Wriggling on the couch, Jonghyun pulls the blankets over himself and begins to doze off, until a sharp nudge on his ribs shake him up. There's the sweet scent of honey in the air, and he blinks the drowsiness away.
"What," Jonghyun croaks, as he rubs at his eyes.
Kibum rolls his eyes, and pushes the glass of liquid at him. Jonghyun eyes it suspiciously. "Don't look at it like that. It's honey lemon water. I heard it's good for the throat, since you sound like you're dying soon. Drink it."
Jonghyun downs the drink, and he grins. "Why don't you sleep with me too, Kibum, come on, the couch was made for two--"
And Jonghyun keeps quiet after Kibum smacks him in the head with a magazine and struts off to the kitchen.
It's still a bad Saturday night, but Jonghyun's insides are warm and tingly, so it's good. Really good.
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12. chanyeol and his best bud ferret
"Ferret! My friend!" Chanyeol cries when they reach the zoo for a school trip, and after they alight the bus he had dashed right to the ferret exhibit. "Ferret! Hey! Remember me? It's me, Chanyeol! We became friends the other day!"
Other kids shoot him weird looks, and Chanyeol scratches the back of his head clumsily, before pushing up his round-rimmed glasses, and grins at a passing classmate-- was his name Baekhyun? Baekyeon? Whatever. "I was here with my daddy last week! Ferret and I, we became friends really quickly!" He explains in a frenzy, but Baekhyun looks slightly traumatized and sprints away right after.
"Ferret!" Chanyeol continues to coo through the cage, and he points to his shoulder canvas bag. "I even got a bag for you today, ferret! If only they'd let you out like they did last week, you could come in here! I specially got a bag for you, ferret!"
The ferret squeaks and doesn't look at Chanyeol, even though Chanyeol frowns and waves and points determinedly at his bag. After a few persevering minutes the zookeeper pushes Chanyeol away to feed the noisy ferrets.
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13. lukai, luhan isn't the nice guy that we know of
"What do you want," Jongin whispers as he glances around their surroundings-- they're halfway through a photoshoot. It's somewhat unfitting. "We both know you're not just here to be a dandy little idol, I can feel it."
"So, what are you?" Luhan casually brushes Jongin off and laughs. "An undercover cop? No, you're just another dandy little idol. Whatever I'm planning to do, you can't, and you won't stop me." The hairstylists call their names then and Luhan leans in to smirk and trace a smooth finger down Jongin's cheek, before flitting off to the makeshift tent to get ready for the next shoot.
Jongin bites the inside of his cheek whenever Luhan gets too close to any of the members. Be it a soft hand on Sehun's back, a breathy whisper in Yixing or Minseok's ear, or a sweet glance at Baekhyun, Jongin seems to be caught at the edge of his seat when he clearly knows Luhan's planning something, but he can't do anything about it.
He stays up at night, tossing and turning in his sheets as Kyungsoo snores softly in the dead of the night, but he doesn't, and he can't fall asleep, thinking about what Luhan had said. He can't stop him. Jongin vaguely wonders who Luhan is aiming for, until there's a cold hand on his shoulder, and he jerks up straight.
"Oh? Our dandy little flower boy isn't sleeping?" Luhan whispers, and in the faint moonlight, Jongin can make out the gleam of something silver. It's a knife, Jongin thinks sleepily, and he reaches out to pull it from Luhan's grasp--
Luhan growls and pulls the small knife up straight, before lounging for Jongin.
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14. HI SHU. GRENNA WANTS JONGHO. SO GIMME GIMME JONGHO SANKYU.
It's a warm, sunny afternoon, and the dorm is almost deserted. Jonghyun stirs awake from a long slumber, and stretches aimlessly as he pads around the empty dorm in his bunny slippers.
He then whips out his phone from his pajama pocket, and dials in a familiar number. "Where are you?" He asks, as he plops down on the soft couch.
"I'm-- I'm at the gym? I'm busy," The hoarse voice replies.
Jonghyun hears panting, and he scoffs into the receiver. "I want lunch. It's 1. It's lunch hour. Jonghyun wants lunch." The other end of the line is only panting, and Jonghyun snarls. "Choi Minho, I want food. Let's go out for lunch."
"Why don't you ask Kibum out or something, since you both like the same kind of food," Minho replies, and Jonghyun can hear him drinking water. "I'm still working out, you know?"
Jonghyun hangs up, and changes into decent clothes before rushing to the gym.
"Choi Minho, don't run from me. We are getting lunch."
The other patrons of the gym stare at them weirdly, as Jonghyun runs up to Minho and copies whatever he's doing, until Minho stops and stares at Jonghyun. Jonghyun shrugs with a smug smile.
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15. sekailu
"Sehun is my best friend!" Luhan chirps, as he drags the taller boy around the playground, the two of them holding melting ice-cream cones in their hands.
"It's falling," Sehun says quietly, pointing at Luhan's fingers, and Luhan sheepishly licks it away, letting go of Sehun's hand. In the next moment, another boy taller than Luhan strides over and grabs Sehun's hand.
"I am Sehun's best friend!" He cries out, and tugs Sehun in the direction of the sandbox.
"Jongin!" Sehun squeals, a hand in Jongin's and another one gooey with melted ice-cream, "Jongin! It hurts!" Jongin drops his hand, and shyly grins at Sehun. Sehun pouts and finishes his ice-cream quietly.
"Let's play in the sand!" Jongin suggests with a bright grin, and Sehun is dragged down into a flurry of dry sand and shovelling tools. Sehun happily pats the clumps of sand together to form what seems like a distorted sandcastle, but Jongin beams and claps, pointing at the castle.
Minutes later, Luhan stomps over, barefoot, a frown prominent on his little face. "Why did you take my Sehun away! Who are you!" He yells at Jongin, and Jongin cowers a little.
"I'm-- I'm Jongin?" Jongin replies hesitatingly, as he looks at Luhan under the sunlight.
"Let's all make sandcastles!" Sehun cries out, ignorant of his surroundings, and he tugs the both of them down beside him. "Make a big one, so the three of us can live in there forever!"
From behind, the kindergarten teacher, Kyungsoo, sighs heavily and walks away.
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17. CHANSOO FIRST KISS AND KYUNGSOO IS A TSUNDERE WITH OCD k that is all
It's on a cold winter day, that Kyungsoo takes a day off his normal routine to decorate his house with Christmas ornaments. The bells go on the tree, and the candy canes right there on the table-- no, a little to the right-- yup. Kyungsoo claps his hands together happily, scanning his living room with visible pride.
The door bell rings and he jumps up to answer it. That's right, Chanyeol is coming over for dinner today, since Kyungsoo's parents are working overseas and it has been a long tradition between the both of them that they take turns each year to go to each other's house for a meal on Christmas and chuseok.
"Kyungsoo!" Chanyeol beams happily, and he toes his boots off before picking it up with his gloved hands and placing them on the straw rug beside the door. "It's so cold today," Chanyeol whines, before plopping onto the couch.
Kyungsoo wordlessly hums and moves to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Between the both of them, Kyungsoo is significantly better at cooking and he would bet his entire life that Chanyeol will ruin any kitchen he's in.
"Hey, Kyungsoo, come here, you missed out one decoration," Chanyeol shouts from the living room, and Kyungsoo leaves the water to boil as he strolls out in his white slippers. "The mistletoe!" Chanyeol exclaims, as he shakes the leaves about.
"Don't shake it," Kyungsoo complains, as dirt falls on the fall. Chanyeol brings his hand to his lips and clamps them shut, as Kyungsoo takes the mistletoe to the door. The spot he wants to hang it at is a little too high, so Chanyeol swiftly gets a stool and Kyungsoo scrambles to stand on it.
When he's done, he gets down, and Chanyeol holds his shoulders before leaning in to kiss his lips gently.
"Merry Christmas," Chanyeol whispers with a bright grin.
The kettle whistles as the water begins to boil, and Kyungsoo dashes back to the kitchen with a red face.
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18. would you write me a spy!exo fic or drabble :3
It's a little unfitting to be here, Kyungsoo thinks as he sits on the springy hotel bed, and pulls his bag close with a foot. He unzips the bag to find various equipment he's been briefed, taught how to use and memorized ever since he was seven. The items clank together noisily as Kyungsoo rummages through the mess: it varies from pinpoint cameras to pepper spray to a sleek, silver revolver.
There is a crumpled piece of paper under all the haul, and Kyungsoo unfolds it.
Your target is next door
As if on cue, he hears a soft creak from his left. He tucks the tiny gun into the back pocket of his jeans as he steps out of the room to get a glance of his target.
The target's name is Park Chanyeol. Don't forget now, Kyungsoo, they briefed you on this. You're on a top secret mission. Park Chanyeol has a head of straight, silky red hair with large, bright eyes and a dazzling smile to top it off. His legs go on for miles, and his laughter is contagious and so enchanting in all the right ways.
Park Chanyeol is the target.
Kyungsoo picks the gun out of his pocket when Chanyeol turns left into another corridor, and he follows quietly behind. At the turn, Kyungsoo holds his gun up, and he's met with a face-full of Park Chanyeol with his billion dollar smile.
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19. write a short (PG) kaiyeol fic please thank you <3
On hindsight, Jongin should've seen this coming. He's one of the strongest fighters in the Academy, even if he says so himself, with his power to snap his fingers and teleport to an entirely foreign universe if so he wanted - the headmaster favored him, his seniors didn't dare to lay a finger on him, his juniors looked up to him. The universe always needs balance. If Jongin is on one end of the spectrum for power, he'd definitely need someone... from the other end.
He determinedly locks his gaze on the headrest of the car seat in front of him and tries to avert his eyes from the boy next to him. They're on a duo mission to Incheon, apparently, and on normal missions there would be about four to five people on one, but Jongin is Jongin. He didn't want so many people tagging along, he remembers saying, they'd be a burden to him.
So they got him this fucking pyromaniac instead. Great. Jongin squints from the corner of his eyes and sees that the boy beside him is shaking so much sparks are escaping from the tips of his fingers. Weakling, Jongin thinks, and scoffs. This is such a lame excuse - I could've done this alone. They just didn't want me to go alone.
Jongin rolls his eyes out of boredom, yanks the hood of his jacket over his head and attempts to teleport away without snapping his fingers - a new skill he'd picked up while on a mission in Busan last year, but the boy beside him grabs his hand and Jongin finally turns to look at him straight in the eyes. "I'm Park Chanyeol," the boy says, panicking, "please don't leave me alone. I've never gone on a mission before."
Jongin could teleport away if he wanted. He had tried to, without snapping, successfully, and many times at that, but he sees the fire in Chanyeol's eyes. He sets his hands down on his thighs, and clears his throat. "Okay, then," he mutters, "keep up, Park Chanyeol, and don't die."
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20. WRITE ME SEHUN/SUHO
If Sehun knew he'd be ending up babysitting some random guy (older than him, for goodness' sake) for a week, he'd have rejected that tempting sum of many, many zeros with all his might.
It's a pity it's a little too late. He watches the man in front of him play the piano, eyes closed in concentration and Sehun almost falls asleep to the rhythm. He'd been spending his days following the boy, Junmyeon, around, and he's been to Junmyeon's tuition classes, piano and violin classes, golf classes, and even etiquette classes because his father wants to groom him into the best young man there ever is.
Sehun stifles a yawn as Junmyeon works out another integral. He digs his fingers into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls a pack of gum out. The gum is a little sticky because they'd been walking all day and it'd probably melted on the way, but what surprises Sehun is not that, but Junmyeon's curious gaze on it. "What's that?" He asks.
Sheltered prince, Sehun thinks glumly, but smiles anyway. He's paid to do this. "Bubblegum."
"I've never seen it before," Junmyeon probes, "can you eat that?"
"Yeah, you chew on it and blow bubbles with it but you can't swallow that. Do you want one?" Sehun asks. Junmyeon's dad is going to have his head on a silver platter with his intestines lined up perfectly beside, but Sehun finds himself disregarding the mental warning as he hands the gum over and watches Junmyeon's face light up when he first pops the gum into his mouth and begins to chew.
Shit. Maybe this job wasn't going to be so bad after all.
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21. idk if you're ready, shu, but could u write bap fic already
When Choi Junhong was seven, he dreamt of conquering the world. Streets would be covered in the color of blood and people would bow down to him as he passed. Guns. Snipers. Lots of them. Junhong likes guns. The sound of bullets through skulls, the force of recoil. He looks up at the sky through cloudy eyes and wished he owned the boundless piece of space.
When he was thirteen, the dream looked a little more intimidating. He'd got chased by hooligans when he was skateboarding at night one day, and tripped over a stone when he escaped. The little scar on his knee still tells a long story. He'd learnt that owning guns and shooting people are illegal. He'd be thrown into jail, and his hyung, Yongguk, wouldn't like it (but Yongguk introduced him to those guns). World domination seems like a long, long way to go. The clock strikes twelve, and fireworks span the piece of sky he's standing under and paints the streetlights red. "Happy new year," someone yells, throwing small chocolates into Junhong's lap. I'm gonna do that, he thinks, chocolate melting in his small hands, I'm gonna color the world red.
Junhong is seventeen, reckless and homeless because Yongguk had refused to take him in ever since Junhong got onto the papers for hitting his teacher in his face, but Junhong knows better. Yongguk'll give in after a few days because he's a softie. Flipping a coin, Junhong vaguely wonders if the dream from ten years ago would come true because it's not easy. It's not easy to get people to listen, it's not easy to get guns and to use them, heck, it's hard to even see bloodspill in modern Seoul. A sigh. He turns onto his sides and shivers in the long autumn night, but the sounds of shoes scuffling against the floor shakes him up.
"Who's there," he says, and is taken aback by how his voice shakes.
"How old are you, even," the stranger replies, crouching down, and Junhong regards him with a gulp. "Gangsters nowadays," he continues breezily, "more like high school dropouts. Hey, move, that's public property."
Junhong turns to stare at the metal bench he's sitting on, and growls as he hops off the bench. The stranger takes a seat, but pulls Junhong down beside him. The lights above illuminates the stranger's face and Junhong sees him clearly now - "Jung Daehyun, yo, freelance photographer, part time gangster."
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22. baekai
In all honesty, all Baekhyun wanted was to sing songs and be famous for it. It didn't matter if he was the best singer in school, if he was the neighborhood winner for the singing competition, if he went up on TV in one of those challenge variety shows where you get to thrash idols (Star King, was it?) or participate in a competition. What he didn't expect, was to be scouted and signed to a big entertainment agency which promised money, fans and fame.
Baekhyun gave in after a long day of contemplation.
Because Baekhyun's a solo singer, unlike the other idols who're banded into groups and always hold rowdy practices into the dead of night, he travels to schedules alone, eats alone, practices alone, have photoshoots and interviews alone and even though his initial dream was to sing songs and be famous for it, he feels lonely.
Which is probably why his manager contacted an idol from another group, Kai, to join him in his photoshoot for Vogue Korea. Baekhyun is no stranger to the concepts and styles the magazines and stylists demand, but from hearsay, the other idol wasn't having it as great as Baekhyun was.
"He's so fussy about everything," a stylist noona says, packing her brushes into her bag as another lady chuckles beside, leaning against the mirror, "he got so pissed off because I used a brand of bb cream that he'd never used before."
"That's his charm," she replies easily, "he has really sensitive skin." The other stylist doesn't reply, but they leave the waiting room so Baekhyun's the only one left in there.
"Are you... Baekhyun? Byun Baekhyun?"
If what Baekhyun expected was a typical teenage boy who looked average (and most probably went under the knife), he was wrong. Kai was everything he didn't expect - lush lips, thick, tousled hair, a lean body with prettily sculpted arms and tanned skin. Baekhyun inhales for a moment.
"I am."
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23. I WANA SOME DONGGYU CANON FIC RATING UP TO U TENKS MOM
If you were to ask which part of Sunggyu's career did he find to be the most arduous, he'd say it's the part where he had to sit in the salon for five hours to bleach his hair white and dye it a flaming red. He's not entirely tiring, but he'd purposely leave out the part where he had to travel to and fro schedules alone, without Infinite, to Busan today, to Ilsan tomorrow, to Myeongdong the following day, and back to perform as Infinite the next. To perform as a solo artiste had always been his dream - always, always dreaming of owning the stage by himself, to call the audience his own.
He never thought it'd be this tiring.
Woohyun used to be the one who'd massage his back and legs when they got home from busy schedules in the past, but Woohyun is also drowning in the many schedules he's been receiving - and when they both head to their room, it's only for sleeping. Sunggyu finds it oddly saddening, but he knows it's for the sake of the group. For Infinite. In the end, Sunggyu's only getting to promote solo because they want to boost Infinite's popularity with him.
He trudges to the living room quietly, annoyed by how Woohyun's phone won't seem to stop vibrating and lighting up and sees a figure on the couch. Sunggyu tiptoes closer and peels the layer of blanket away, only to see Dongwoo. "Dongwoo?" He asks, puzzled, "What are you doing on the couch?"
"Myungsoo... Myungsoo's snoring very loud tonight," Dongwoo half-yawns, half-replies, stretching his arms behind his head groggily. "Why are you up, hyung?"
"I --"
"Can't sleep?" Dongwoo guesses cheekily. Sunggyu relents.
"Yeah."
"Can't lie to me, can you, hyung?" Dongwoo chuckles, and pulls Sunggyu down so they're both sitting up on the couch. "Do you want to sleep here instead? I can always go back in --"
"No," Sunggyu says, "you don't have to. I just need someone to talk to before I sleep."
Dongwoo slouches against Sunggyu and sighs. "Is it tiring, hyung? Promoting alone?"
Sunggyu fidgets at the feeling of Dongwoo's hair against his neck, but sighs as well. "It gets tiring... when you have no one to talk to and no one to suffer together..."
Dongwoo laughs against Sunggyu's neck, and tackles him onto the couch before wrapping his blanket all over Sunggyu and resting Sunggyu's head on his lap. "Sleep, hyung," he says, carding his fingers through Sunggyu's hair, "good night."
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24. suho/d.o., harry potter au wherein suho is trying to transfigure smth to impress d.o. if you dont want that maybe first date in a coffee shop
Kyungsoo has known Junmyeon for more than half his life, and he isn't going to deny that he might have used to harbor a tiny crush on Junmyeon from when they were ten because Junmyeon looked too dashing in his prince getup for a school play (Kyungsoo is still sore about how Junmyeon had to be close to some other girl in their rehearsals but it's not like a tree (his role) can say anything much). So, when high school ended and the long vacation before college began, when Junmyeon confessed to Kyungsoo under the snow one very chilly night, he didn't think twice before nodding (maybe because it was a little too cold to be professing mutual love in the middle of the night on the streets).
Today, after many foiled plans, Kyungsoo and Junmyeon are meeting up for the first time - in another kind of relationship. The thought of it has Kyungsoo's heart beating very, very fast. He tries to stay calm in his seat, but he ends up draining half the cup of americano, anyway. He groans. He's probably gonna need another cup if Junmyeon isn't going to arrive any time soon.
"Kyungsoo!"
The bells at the door tinkle lightly as Kyungsoo turns to face the door.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Junmyeon pants, "I was caught up in the traffic jam. Were you waiting?"
"No," Kyungsoo replies, "it's fine."
Junmyeon's quick to notice Kyungsoo's drink. "You've already been here for so long, huh," he says apologetically, and grabs Kyungsoo's hand. "Come on, let's start our date already."
It's fine, Kyungsoo wants to say, you don't have to go out of your way to do things for me, but a blush forms on his cheeks too quickly and he only happily watches Junmyeon's back without complaints as he drags them around the neighborhood.
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25. drunken sekai, any rating (nc-17 coughs); bonus if related to texts from last night lol i'm sorry
Sehun decides that being separated from his best friend is a very miserable thing. Today just had to be, inevitably, their nth anniversary of being friends (they don't even bother to keep track now) and in the past years they used to drink soju together, on the rooftop of Jongin's apartment and they would talk about everything - from how they met to how Sehun threw up and pissed in one of their classmates' pool during a party and Sehun misses that. So much. As much as he loves his parents, he'd rather be spending the night with Jongin than in his old house.
His phone rings.
"Sehun," Jongin says, voice low over the line, "why aren't you here," he whines, "we should be drinking."
"Are /you/ drinking, Jongin?" Sehun asks sceptically.
"I am not drunk," Jongin replies, voice edgy like a kid's, but he hiccups and groans loudly.
"Stop drinking, Jongin-ah, I'm not there to drag you home, you know."
"I'm at home," Jongin drawls. "Talk to me, I just wanted to hear your voice. Keep talking. Talk about everything. Are you in your room now? Describe your room to me. Anything you have. Don't stop talking."
"Um," Sehun starts, startled by the sudden request. "I have a blue wallpaper in my room, a bonsai plant on my desk, purple bed sheets and my ceiling light is star-shaped?"
"Keep talking, Sehun-ah."
Sehun fumbles for his drawers and just realizes how plain his room is. "There's a locked diary in my drawer. Was this the one we wrote in third grade? You locked it up? Fuck you, Jongin. There's an unsolved Rubik's cube here, too. Wow, you scribbled on it. Um, there's a folded poster of David Beckham under the bedside lamp - how the hell did it get here?" He pauses for a while, and blinks at his drawer. "The uberlube is flammable."
"Why do you have uberlube in your room, Sehun," Jongin deadpans.
"Ask my mom," Sehun retorts. "This is not mine."
"Sehun-ah," Jongin says, completely ignoring his previous reply, "do you ever wish you could like, jerk your heart off and be, like, emotionally satisfied? it'd feel like cuddling, but not physically."
"Jerking your heart off? I think you've watched too much porn while I was away, Jongin," Sehun laughs.
"I didn't," Jongin whines, "my head is so noisy. Is there something wrong with me? Is it possible to be drunk burnt? Like sun burnt but from drinking? I think I that's what I'm feeling now. Oh my god, Sehun, keep talking, please, about anything." Jongin's voice cracks at the end.
"Jongin, what are you /doing/ right now?"
Jongin doesn't reply, but Sehun can hear him breathing heavily across the line, something like a mixed pant and messy gasps and Sehun can't believe his ears. "Are you /jerking off/?" He squeals.
"Se/hun/," Jongin says, and his voice trails off weakly at the end.
"How high are you, Jongin?"
Jongin doesn't reply, but makes smoochy sounds and laughs. "Miss you, best friend. Come home soon."
Sehun stares at the erection in his pants angrily as Jongin ends the call.
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26. luhan and chanyeol on their cycling date which suho is unhappy about. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF I DARE U AND COMEDY
When Chanyeol announces in the morning that he's going on a cycling trip around the nieghborhood, the first person who exclaims he wants to tag along is Junmyeon. However, Junmyeon was in the middle of brushing his teeth and Chanyeol didn't hear him at all. In the end, it's Lu Han who tags along with Chanyeol and Junmyeon sulks from the door as they leave.
"Junmyeon!" Lu Han shrieks from over the phone, "we bought ice cream! Should we buy some back for the kids?"
Junmyeon frowns and proceeds to hang up on Lu Han without a word.
"Hyung!" It's Chanyeol this time, and he's even louder than Lu Han was. "Hyung, this is so fun! Can I extend the bike rental for four more hours? Please, hyung? I'll be home straight after!"
Junmyeon grunts as an ambiguous reply and doesn't wait for Chanyeol to say anything before hanging up.
The other members avoid Junmyeon as if he had the plague but he's too caught up in being entirely neglected to care.
"We're back!"
From Junmyeon's peripheral vision, he can see Lu Han and Chanyeol with plastic bags on their arms and their cheeks flushed a healthy tint of red. "Hyung!" For a moment, Junmyeon wishes he didn't exist.
"Hyung, why did you end our calls so abruptly?" Chanyeol says, pouting with his large eyes and Junmyeon stares at the floor. "Hyung, are you angry? Don't be, hyung."
"Junmyeon-ah, were you jealous," Lu Han says, a little nervous because his Korean is starting to go weak, "Junmyeon-ah," he whispers again, next to Junmyeon's ear, "I'll let you ride me like a bicycle next time. Promise."
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27. kangjun/barom barom brings kangjun around australia~
"Hyung," Kangjun says, fanning himself with a brochure from the airport, "I don't see the Gold Coast," he complains irritably, and if Barom wasn't so entirely obsessed with the younger boy, he'd have been pissed.
"We're only outside the Queensland airport, Jun, what did you expect," he replies instead.
Kangjun clicks his tongue and continues to fan himself, squinting his eyes to adjust to the intense summer sunlight in Australia and Barom can't help himself but to find it so endearingly adorable when Kangjun flings himself all over the car seat when the cab arrives. Poor boy must've been too accustomed to the Korean weather.
"Gold Coast, hyung, Gold Coast," Kangjun says, slowly drifting off to sleep and the driver looks a tad shocked when Barom turns to face him. These kids must be crazy to want him to drive all the way to Gold Coast.
Barom laughs. "Don't mind him," he says in fluent English, "just drive us to a nearby hotel."
Even in the dorm, sometimes when Barom wakes up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water before going back to sleep, he can hear murmuring from Kangjun's room, and there's no one else talking to him, and the bad sleeptalking habit won't ever stop - not now, too, by the looks of it.
"Barom-hyung," Kangjun whines in his sleep, head lolling back against the head rest, and mutters something completely illegible that Barom gives up trying to fathom after five seconds. "Barom-hyuuung," comes the continuation. Barom cards his fingers through Kangjun's hair and wonders why on earth he'd brought this cute little thing with him back to Australia instead of anyone else.
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28. daejae a normal day in the dorms
Admittedly, Daehyun would very much rather spend his free afternoon buried within the crowds somewhere in the middle of Apgujeong, or in Dongdaemun, or in those fancy cafes he'd seen (walked past) in Gangnam - anywhere where he could have a little time of his own with pretty cakes and nice coffee, and the dorm has currently descended into mayhem because Junhong had spilled a full bottle of blue hair dye onto the marble floor and Jongup was trying to salvage the situation by pouring water on the floor to dilute the dye and they'd all be fucked if Himchan came home to this - their floor a nice shade of blue.
"Jongup stop," Daehyun whines, an opened book over his face as he reclines back onto the couch and finds that the two youngest boys aren't even listening to him at all. "I hate my life," he dry sobs, popping a sour candy into his mouth and cringing at the taste.
Daehyun thinks they're all pretty dumb. Maybe he was, too, and he thinks Yongguk's the smartest out of their lot but Youngjae's not bad either, but Yongguk's always too nice to point out anything at all and Youngjae is the extreme opposite - pointing out anything and everything that doesn't go his way, that doesn't obey what he believes in. Daehyun doesn't like that.
There's a sharp cry in the kitchen and Daehyun looks up to see Youngjae on his tippy-toes, a visible frown on his face as he holds up his pair of bunny slippers with angry fingers. "My slippers are blue," he shrieks, "I was drying them on the floor, the poor, poor innocent floor and you just had to ruin them!"
"I'm sorry, hyung --" Junhong splutters, hands waving in defense but Youngjae trudges over and snarls.
"I'll give you ten minutes to clean up the mess on the floor, Choi Junhong," he grits.
Junhong lets out a whimper and he yanks Jongup down before they mop up the floor with plenty of cloth and toilet paper. "Himchan-hyung will kill us for painting all the cloth blue," Junhong mutters, staring at his blue hands. "I'm never dyeing my hair with you again, Jongup."
Youngjae stifles his laughter from the kitchen and while the two maknaes don't notice it, Daehyun catches Youngjae's eyes and Youngjae clamps a hand over his mouth but he winks and turns back into the kitchen.
Daehyun rolls his eyes, denies that his heart is pounding extremely fast because who the hell would blush when Youngjae winks? and puts the book over his face again.
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29. (sekai lazy kissing) they're snowed in with nothing to do so they lounge around on the couch making out lazily while some hbo series plays on a low volume in the background
In retrospect, Jongin thinks it could've been worse. The sudden snowfall had ruined his plans of going on a picnic date with Sehun, considering it's their third year anniversary, after all, but they'd only made two rolls of kimbab before the news of a hailstorm came in. Sehun had put the food ingredients away and lounged on the couch with a bowl of kimbab in his lap, flipping through channels lazily as if he owned the house (which is not the case, okay, Jongin's mom bought the house for Jongin).
Jongin reaches out to grab a piece of kimbab but is slapped away by Sehun's. Jongin jabs a finger into Sehun's ribs and tries to reach for the bowl again but Sehun laughs, shifting the bowl out of his reach. He takes a roll and puts it between his lips - but that's not all - he curls his finger in a come hither motion and Jongin unconsciously leans forward to pull the kimbab out of Sehun's mouth with his teeth. The seaweed is soggy and it must look weird eating a roll that had been (partially) in someone's mouth, but Jongin is oddly turned on.
He takes a bite, but doesn't really finish chewing before he leans back in again, sliding his tongue along the seam of Sehun's lips and pushes his tongue in before he can feel Sehun sliding up against him, bodies tangled and warm and the kimbab tastes so good.
Sehun has a grain of rice stuck to his bottom lip when they pull away and Sehun looks thoroughly flushed. With a start, Jongin realizes Sehun's refusing to look at him. "Come on," Jongin huffs, "you started that and now you're being all shy?"
Sehun buries his face into his hands and says nothing and Jongin can see that the tips of his ears are red with embarrassment. Jongin laughs, and pulls Sehun into his lap so that Sehun's head is resting against his chest. There's a cheesy chick flick airing on the television on a low volume and the bowl of food is left forgotten on the floor beside the couch. Sehun shivers as hailstones hit the glass windows so Jongin leans down to kiss Sehun again. Sehun tastes like sesame oil and preserved radish - but that's okay.
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30. (chanyeol gets fucking turned on by baekhyun kissing zitao when he walks in on them and its not even supposed to be a turn on when you see your boyfriend sticking his tongue down your bandmate's throat)
Chanyeol knew, quite frankly, from the bottom of his heart, that dorming together - M and K - would be disastrous. Not just because Lu Han and Minseok might ruin the kitchen with all their hellish cooking styles, not because the counter in the bathroom might be crowded with Kris' facial products, not because they'd have to stand Jongdae singing in his sleep (because Kyungsoo does that, too), but because Baekhyun and Zitao are close.
Too close for (Chanyeol's) comfort.
He knows it isn't by chance that he had walked in on Baekhyun thrown all over Zitao (on his bed, inconspicuously) lips locked furiously and they'd even took a few seconds to realize Chanyeol's presence. By now, Chanyeol is actually more disappointed than surprised, and Baekhyun's mouth is hung open speechlessly, lips still wet with Zitao's spit.
Chanyeol is supposed to be grossed out, but he finds himself increasingly warmer and warmer as he takes in the whole scene - Baekhyun, half naked, sprawled all over Zitao, hair tousled and pupils blown; Zitao with his pants and underwear already off, cock hard and fingers bunched in the soft fabric of Baekhyun's pant sleeves. "C-Chanyeol?" Baekhyun tries, voice shaking, and Chanyeol closes the door behind him after walking in.
"Hyung," Zitao tries, and Baekhyun can't even meet Chanyeol's eyes now, and Chanyeol really, really is supposed to be mad at the both of them for being lying shitheads but more than anything, Chanyeol's really, really turned on by what he's seeing now.
"If you don't want me to get mad..." Chanyeol says, "continue."
"What?"
Chanyeol doesn't reply.
Zitao yanks Baekhyun down and starts kissing him again, long arms curling themselves around Baekhyun's slim figure and Baekhyun moans loudly, nimble fingers wrapped around Zitao's cock in the next moment.
Shit. Chanyeol dashes out of the room without a word (not that the two realize), and returns with his phone and begins taking a video.
Oh, well. New jerking off material.
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31. (hi uhm sorry but its 2am at night and chanyeol swears someone's in the bathroom. the light is on and he hears water running. but they all went to bed early that night.)
Chanyeol hates lugging the other members back to the dorm after they've fallen asleep on the car, but he knows it's inevitable after a long day. Jongin sleeps like a log in his arms but he only sighs as he kicks the door open and hauls Jongin in, Sehun and Lu Han trailing tiredly behind.
"Jongin always gets people carrying him back up," Sehun mumbles, rubbing circles around his eyes. "No fair."
"It's because you're easy to shake awake," Junmyeon huffs, tugging a half-asleep Baekhyun behind him.
"Too bad."
Sehun toes his shoes off with a scowl. Zitao laughs as he shoves Kris into the living room and closes the door behind him. "Maknaes."
"You're speaking like you aren't one," Minseok chirps. Zitao sends him a long glare.
It's 2am and the dorm is asleep. Well... maybe except Chanyeol. He can't sleep with all the noise in his head - guitar, drums, a soft, melodic voice. Heck, he didn't even need a face to know who it would be. Ever since he'd started performing acoustic versions of songs on radio shows and performances with Kyungsoo, these sounds are all that keeps him up and awake at night. He'd wake up jittery the next day, each stare Kyungsoo gives him electrifying his very soul, and when they practice together Chanyeol honestly wishes it wasn't just for show.
Maybe he should go wash his face another time and attempt to sting his eyes with soap and force himself to screw his eyes shut for a bit, then. His slippers are quiet against the floor, but the dorm isn't as quiet as he expected. The light in the bathroom is on and he can hear the tap running. So he wasn't the only one awake. It isn't like him to be curious about what other people are doing in the bathroom, so he mulls and walks around the corridor and it's ten minutes and the other person is still inside, so he leans forward to press his ear against the door.
There's a soft moan when Chanyeol focuses to listen, and now he knows why the tap was turned on. Only.. Chanyeol isn't sure what he heard was what he /really/ heard. He concentrates and the droning sounds of the tap is now merely background noise as he continues to listen - god damn it, he's such a creep - and Kyungsoo lets out a soft whine, oh that's Kyungsoo alright, and Chanyeol has to push himself away from the door to stop himself from gasping out loud. (He does anyway.)
"C-Chanyeol..."
Chanyeol's breath hitches. He caught me?
But the door doesn't swing open. Instead, Kyungsoo keeps repeating Chanyeol's name over and over, volume increasing but not loud enough to wake everyone up but just enough for Chanyeol to hear, legs sprawled out on the floor from his stumbling.
The door only swings open after Chanyeol hears the toilet flush and he isn't very sure of how to react when Kyungsoo stares down at him with wide eyes. Kyungsoo gapes wordlessly, but he yanks Chanyeol up and into the bathroom behind him. Chanyeol decides that eavesdropping on your friend jerking off is embarrassing, but he finds himself unable to care now.
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1. BAEKYEOL XXXXX
"Baekhyun," The leader, Junmyeon says, and Baekhyun tilts his head in question. Junmyeon throws a manila envelope on his desk and sighs resignedly. "We need information on him. Do whatever you need, and report to me daily. In the envelope are the details of all the crimes he was involved in."
Baekhyun hums in acknowledgement, and opens the folder. The documents that pile out is an amazing amount, and Baekhyun clicks his tongue in masked shock. He leafs through the sheets of papers and finds the one he's looking for- particulars. There's a black-and-white grainy mugshot of him, Park Chanyeol, it says, with extremely large eyes and an attractive face in general. He traces his finger down the document, and finds it: Park Chanyeol works in a bookstore called EXO Planet in Busan. Baekhyun shoves the documents back into the envelope, and promptly stands up to leave.
The wind chime dings softly in the quiet afternoon as Baekhyun steps into the bookstore, the lovely scent of new books and unwrapped series hanging in the air. The carpet unfurls soft under his shoes and he approaches the counter.
"Hi," Baekhyun, says, without looking up, "I'm looking for a book on Greek mythology for my school project, could you help me?"
When he does look up, he is blinded by bright eyes and a dazzling smile before Park Chanyeol opens his mouth to answer. The rest of his words are drowned at the back of Baekhyun's head as he blinks and thinks, Mission Impossible.
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2. SUKAI
It starts with a little time gap when Jongin first begins to try out his new-found ability, at the age of eight, when he snaps his fingers accidentally during Christmas and finds himself a month before, taking a test in school. He focuses and remembers the answers, and when he gets back his test papers, he gets a perfect score.
It starts like that.
When he grows up, it no longer consists of accidental time-travel, but warping through the dimensions of time purposefully, moving back in time to remake decisions he had regretted during then; moving front in time to find out what will actually happen, and go back again to fix it-- it's a mundane routine, yet the adrenaline of knowing something can change forever because of something he can fix is beyond what he can imagine. It's an extreme sense of thrill.
The thing about this time-travel business, is that nobody notices. Nobody ever does. When Jongin comes back to his normal life after he's done, people around him behave like he's there all the while. It makes things surreal at times, but sensational even more.
So one time when he snaps and moves back to three weeks ago, he's taken aback when a guy with flaring red hair comes up to him with a coy grin, and says, "So, what's the winning combination for the lottery next week?"
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3. yeoljong, practising for troublemaker stage
The video of Hyunseung and Hyuna performing ends on the laptop, and Sungjong and Sungyeol watches on in silence. The practice room is filled with stagnant air, and Sungyeol whines softly. "How the hell are we going to do that?"
Sungjong shrugs, and rests his chin in his hand. "I've tried this once. Alone. In the shower."
"You dance to Troublemaker in the shower," Sungyeol repeats.
"I am a man." Sungjong glares at Sungyeol.
"Fine, you be Hyunseung. I'll be Hyuna..." Sungyeol trails off, and he eyes himself in the large mirror, "Hmm... maybe I can rip my dress off at the end, even. Do you think they have cat ears? I want cat ears. And long, curly hair. Hey, Sungjong, do you think I'll make a pretty girl-- I think I would--"
"Get up, hyung," Sungjong whines, and he gets up before tugging Sungyeol up. He hums the tune softly, before dancing shrewdly to the chorus of the song, and Sungyeol stares, mouth wide open.
"Sungjong, that's Hyuna, you're Hyunseung-- stop--"
Sungjong grabs Sungyeol's hand and guides him the steps, as he sings along to the beat, and when their lips almost meet, Sungyeol's eyes widen and Sungjong smirks a little, before pulling away and continuing the dance.
Oh, boy. Sungyeol wonders if he'll ever get to memorize this choreography without messing up, by their concert.
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4. sekai - in which jongin can walk between dreams
Sehun stirs in his sleep, his subconscious mind floating between scenes, a blur mix of backgrounds, until he settles in one-- he's curled up on a couch, and the floor is flooded with rapid water, height rising with time, and he clutches a cushion tight in his hold. Before the water reaches his feet, there's a wisp of black smoke, and a tanned boy materializes on the sofa. "Fuck," the boy whispers, and he meets Sehun's eyes for a quick second before he quickly snaps and disappears the way he came.
Sehun jerks awake and looks at the digital clock on his bedside desk-- 3AM-- his heart is pounding and his brain is muddled but there is only one image etched into his head-- the dark eyes of the other boy staring right at him, hair tousled and involuntarily perfect.
The odd dreams continue like that, and sometimes he's hiking on a cold mountain with treacherous terrain and never-ending blizzards, with wolf packs and slipping steps; sometimes he's walking around in campus with heavy textbooks in his hands; and sometimes he's just swimming in a cool body of water and when he swims up, the same boy would appear, in the same kind of black, non-substantial smoke, and he'd mutter something about a mistake, and in a snap, Sehun would be alone; just for a split second, before he shakes awake.
It's on a windy winter afternoon, and he shoves his hands into his pants pockets and snuggles into his scarf as he strolls down the street to get groceries, the snow crunchy under his black boots. Sehun hums a light tune, and when he turns into the valley as a shortcut, he freezes in his steps as a very familiar black smoke appears, and the boy appears with a lopsided grin. This time he doesn't snap and disappear, because Sehun knows this isn't a dream, but this time Sehun feels like his heart is slipping away from his grip when the boy steps close.
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5. Sutao || Tao is Suho's bodyguard
Prince Suho, or so they call him, is a frail and warm boy at heart. He's been raised to learn about war tactics and how to govern a kingdom, how to take control of people and their loyalty and how to be perfect in every visible (or not) aspect.
There is a secret about this perfect prince, though, and nobody who knows is allowed to speak about it. He's been diagnosed with mild heart problems since young, and the king had taken extra measures to ensure that the prince will always be alright. One of such precautions is the hiring of extra bodyguards.
Suho strolls around the empty palace, and he pauses in the garden to admire a flower and to let a butterfly land on his finger. "Monarch," He whispers, as it flies off into the spring wind. From an ostentatious amount of twelve bodyguards, Suho had pleaded with his father to reduce it, and he'd handpicked a few to stay by his side at all times. They are all close to the prince, and the prince, likewise, likes to treat them as friends, because a prince is one lonely soul.
Zitao is one of the guards. From young, his parents had sent him to the royal training academy and he had graduated with flawless grades, as per his parents' wishes, and he'd been ordered to protect the royals themselves from the start. When he's informed that he'll be with the weak prince, he'd scoffed and whined to his parents, but when he first laid his eyes on the pale prince, his mind had changed completely.
Prince Suho is flawless from everyone's eyes, with skin as pale as snow, lips as red as the rose, bright, large eyes and a soft voice to go with it. His manners are impeccable and his knowledge is akin to the entire royal library (because he's too bored, maybe) and he's just the epitome of perfection, really.
Zitao snaps out of his trance when Suho tilts his head and smiles, and Zitao blinks. "Did you say something, my highness?"
"I said if you liked horses. We're going to the stables, whether you like it or not," Suho chirps with a mischievous grin.
Zitao feels his heart beat faster when Suho grins, but he nods instead, hiding his face. "Sure, my Prince. Let's go."
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6. Krislay - lay is too forgetful for his own good
They are bustling through a crowded airport, and Yixing pushes up his glasses as he waves to the fans. He feels the same old feeling that he's forgotten something, but it's an old habit, so he shakes it away and continues walking.
"Where's your passport, Xing? I thought I told you to hold onto it at all times," Kris asks and stares at Yixing.
Yixing blinks twice, and he pats his pockets before rummaging through his bag, and his eyes widen in shock when he realizes his passport is nowhere to be found. "I-- I think I left it somewhere--"
"Of course you left it somewhere, Xing, but where?" Lu Han pats Yixing's back like it's something they should be used to, and they track back their steps and finds his passport beside the fountain.
"Do you remember the first time we met?" Kris asks when they are slouched on the couch in the dorm, enjoying a free day when the rest of the members are out shopping. Yixing blinks a little, and he sinks deeper into the soft material, covering his face with a cushion.
"I don't... But you know how I am... I can't remember..." Yixing's voice is muffled by the cushion, and Kris pulls the cushion away.
"You're an asshole," Kris growls and frowns.
"Was it when I bumped into you at the ddeokbokki store? And then you were asking me--"
"No, that's Lu Han, you idiot," Kris murmurs.
"Or was it in the practice room? You were dancing and I threw you a bottle of--"
"I believe that's Jongin."
"Oh," Yixing mutters and frowns.
Kris slides over to rest his head on Yixing's lap, and Yixing furrows his brows in confusion.
"We met in the office. Administration things. I asked if you were Chinese too. You said yes. We went to practice together, and we even shared a dorm once. How could you forget?"
"I didn't forget, of course," Yixing barks up a laugh, "I was just testing you!"
Kris growls and tackles Yixing before jabbing his sides, making Yixing keel over in laughter, and Yixing grabs Kris's arms and gasps for air, and when the noise dies down, Kris snuggles further into the crook of Yixing's neck as they watch rented films in the warm afternoon.
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7. BAEKHUN SDFJGKSDGF ;W;
Baekhyun hops off the stairs and lets out a sigh when he plops down on his chair backstage, waiting for the makeup noonas to remove the makeup on his face and uncurl his hair. He sits there and almost dozes off in the cool air until his new manager, Sehun, shakes his shoulder and wakes him up.
"Baekhyun, we've got to go-- you have a schedule at Sukira in thirty minutes," Sehun reads off his phone, and Baekhyun stands up, popping his joints and humming in satisfaction at the stretch.
"Yeah, yeah. Another boring radio show. Let's go."
It's a boring routine, for a star like Baekhyun, where he's highly desired in every aspect of the entertainment biz, where his face is highly sought after for skincare products and his voice wanted for soundtracks of popular dramas, and Baekhyun, although he relishes in such fame and adoration, he barely gets to rest. Honestly, the only times he gets to actually catch some sleep is in between schedules, where he dozes off in the car with a neck rest, or on plane flights, or when he's getting his makeup and hair done.
Or sometimes, when Baekhyun's getting ready for concerts, and he falls asleep on Sehun's shoulder. That's Baekhyun's favorite rest time, actually, because Sehun can't say no to whatever he does, and even if he moves in his sleep Sehun will sigh and move his head onto Sehun's lap, and Baekhyun always wakes up to Sehun's face and although he might never say it (he is a top star, for heaven's sake, this is begging for a scandal!), he secretly likes it.
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8. gyujong
You know, they always say Sunggyu treats Sungjong the worst. Sungjong might agree with that saying.
If it isn't enough evidence-- the constant teasing, bullying and ordering of the youngest member is prominent and common amongst the hyungs, but Sunggyu always seems to up it a degree more, to ridicule Sungjong even more, onscreen, no less, and the fans either coo or complain about it.
But that's onscreen. Like they say, you must always have a balance to everything. Sunggyu thinks he's being very fair and logical to treat Sungjong like that if he's a really nice hyung offscreen.
Give him some credit! He's probably the nicest to Sungjong. At times.
They always spend time on their free days, to shop at Myeongdong (since their fashion tastes are almost identical it's hard to differentiate their styles), to go sing their heart out at Hongdae (but Sunggyu doesn't know why he asks Sungjong along instead of Woohyun, but), or just simply spending their time in the dorm with a bag of takeaway food from the restaurant down the street where they always get their stash of kimchi from.
Maybe that's why Sungjong never bears grudges towards him even when he treats him like that onscreen.
Maybe.
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9. taekai :DDDDDDDD
To say they're friends would be an understatement. They're more like best friends, soulmates, and those friends who know every single detail about you and you probably trust them enough to let them know everything, and believe that they won't tell another soul.
Jongin's first day in SM starts out with a healthy breakfast with wholemeal bread and low fat milk, and later he skips straight to dance classes. The steps are nothing like what he has learned in his ballet courses when he was young, a naive and immature thought of being a successful and famous ballerina (seriously) and it's pretty demanding.
However, he's probably used to such rigid schedules and the short time span allotted for them to memorize the dance steps and choreography, because of his ballet history, of course, and the instructor gives him a thumbs-up at the end of the day.
The days pass like this, and Jongin seems to have gotten used to the intense sessions. Until one day, a skinny boy tosses a bottle of water at him, and gives him a thumbs-up like the instructor did. "I really like how you dance. Can we practice together next time? I'm Taemin. Lee Taemin."
"Sure," Jongin replies with an easy grin, and in their next times, Jongin finds out that Taemin is actually way better than him. They dance together, styles mixing with power and grace, and when their instructor drops by at night to watch them dance, he applauds and exclaims that they are a flawless duo.
Jongin has never looked back ever since, with Taemin by his side.
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10. Kaisoo, kyungsoo gets jealous for the first time
Kyungsoo likes to think he's a man of rare emotions. It's only on rare occasions that he actually allows himself to express how he feels-- happy, sad, angry, or disappointed. It's a selfish thing to be able to see and feel how others are feeling but conceal his own emotions, but Kyungsoo thinks it's only the right thing to do, because he can't risk being hurt.
He's proud to say he's been upholding his character like that, until Jongin happens.
Jongin is a fleeting mix of sly touches, knowing glances and sultry smirks. He always takes Kyungsoo's breath away before Kyungsoo realizes it and it really, really infuriates Kyungsoo. He's not supposed to show how he feels, remember? But with Jongin around, things are pretty hard. Jongin seems to know he effects he has on Kyungsoo and seems to revel in the passing moments where Kyungsoo's eyes open a little wider, or when his face flushes just the slightest tint of pink and red.
Yes, Jongin does revel in it. He leaves Kyungsoo a blushing mess and moves on to other people, like whispering into Lu Han's ear, batting eyelashes at Junmyeon, grabbing Sehun's collar and pulling him close to talk to him, or just cuddling close to Chanyeol in the van when he's feeling cold.
It's a tornado of feelings in Kyungsoo, and he can't really give a name to the vortex inside. It feels horrible, and it makes him want to retch, but he lives with it. The dark looks and the secret whispers are what Kyungsoo lives on for. For now.
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11. gimme jongkey T__________T fluffff
Jonghyun thinks it's a bad Saturday night. He's been drenched in the rain from the concert last night, screaming his lungs out with Taemin on stage, and now he's caught the cold, and his throat hurts a lot, a lot. He wants to curl up on his bed, with his laptop, and ignore the world.
He sniffs lazily, and lifts his legs to occupy the entire length of the couch. Taemin is humming away in his room, and Jinki is tapping feverishly on his phone, and Minho is nowhere to be seen, and Kibum-- Kibum's probably in his room, jamming to American pop songs. So much for group mates, Jonghyun sniffs, no one cares about how he's doing. Come on, a lead vocal's got to have his benefits, right?
Wriggling on the couch, Jonghyun pulls the blankets over himself and begins to doze off, until a sharp nudge on his ribs shake him up. There's the sweet scent of honey in the air, and he blinks the drowsiness away.
"What," Jonghyun croaks, as he rubs at his eyes.
Kibum rolls his eyes, and pushes the glass of liquid at him. Jonghyun eyes it suspiciously. "Don't look at it like that. It's honey lemon water. I heard it's good for the throat, since you sound like you're dying soon. Drink it."
Jonghyun downs the drink, and he grins. "Why don't you sleep with me too, Kibum, come on, the couch was made for two--"
And Jonghyun keeps quiet after Kibum smacks him in the head with a magazine and struts off to the kitchen.
It's still a bad Saturday night, but Jonghyun's insides are warm and tingly, so it's good. Really good.
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12. chanyeol and his best bud ferret
"Ferret! My friend!" Chanyeol cries when they reach the zoo for a school trip, and after they alight the bus he had dashed right to the ferret exhibit. "Ferret! Hey! Remember me? It's me, Chanyeol! We became friends the other day!"
Other kids shoot him weird looks, and Chanyeol scratches the back of his head clumsily, before pushing up his round-rimmed glasses, and grins at a passing classmate-- was his name Baekhyun? Baekyeon? Whatever. "I was here with my daddy last week! Ferret and I, we became friends really quickly!" He explains in a frenzy, but Baekhyun looks slightly traumatized and sprints away right after.
"Ferret!" Chanyeol continues to coo through the cage, and he points to his shoulder canvas bag. "I even got a bag for you today, ferret! If only they'd let you out like they did last week, you could come in here! I specially got a bag for you, ferret!"
The ferret squeaks and doesn't look at Chanyeol, even though Chanyeol frowns and waves and points determinedly at his bag. After a few persevering minutes the zookeeper pushes Chanyeol away to feed the noisy ferrets.
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13. lukai, luhan isn't the nice guy that we know of
"What do you want," Jongin whispers as he glances around their surroundings-- they're halfway through a photoshoot. It's somewhat unfitting. "We both know you're not just here to be a dandy little idol, I can feel it."
"So, what are you?" Luhan casually brushes Jongin off and laughs. "An undercover cop? No, you're just another dandy little idol. Whatever I'm planning to do, you can't, and you won't stop me." The hairstylists call their names then and Luhan leans in to smirk and trace a smooth finger down Jongin's cheek, before flitting off to the makeshift tent to get ready for the next shoot.
Jongin bites the inside of his cheek whenever Luhan gets too close to any of the members. Be it a soft hand on Sehun's back, a breathy whisper in Yixing or Minseok's ear, or a sweet glance at Baekhyun, Jongin seems to be caught at the edge of his seat when he clearly knows Luhan's planning something, but he can't do anything about it.
He stays up at night, tossing and turning in his sheets as Kyungsoo snores softly in the dead of the night, but he doesn't, and he can't fall asleep, thinking about what Luhan had said. He can't stop him. Jongin vaguely wonders who Luhan is aiming for, until there's a cold hand on his shoulder, and he jerks up straight.
"Oh? Our dandy little flower boy isn't sleeping?" Luhan whispers, and in the faint moonlight, Jongin can make out the gleam of something silver. It's a knife, Jongin thinks sleepily, and he reaches out to pull it from Luhan's grasp--
Luhan growls and pulls the small knife up straight, before lounging for Jongin.
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14. HI SHU. GRENNA WANTS JONGHO. SO GIMME GIMME JONGHO SANKYU.
It's a warm, sunny afternoon, and the dorm is almost deserted. Jonghyun stirs awake from a long slumber, and stretches aimlessly as he pads around the empty dorm in his bunny slippers.
He then whips out his phone from his pajama pocket, and dials in a familiar number. "Where are you?" He asks, as he plops down on the soft couch.
"I'm-- I'm at the gym? I'm busy," The hoarse voice replies.
Jonghyun hears panting, and he scoffs into the receiver. "I want lunch. It's 1. It's lunch hour. Jonghyun wants lunch." The other end of the line is only panting, and Jonghyun snarls. "Choi Minho, I want food. Let's go out for lunch."
"Why don't you ask Kibum out or something, since you both like the same kind of food," Minho replies, and Jonghyun can hear him drinking water. "I'm still working out, you know?"
Jonghyun hangs up, and changes into decent clothes before rushing to the gym.
"Choi Minho, don't run from me. We are getting lunch."
The other patrons of the gym stare at them weirdly, as Jonghyun runs up to Minho and copies whatever he's doing, until Minho stops and stares at Jonghyun. Jonghyun shrugs with a smug smile.
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15. sekailu
"Sehun is my best friend!" Luhan chirps, as he drags the taller boy around the playground, the two of them holding melting ice-cream cones in their hands.
"It's falling," Sehun says quietly, pointing at Luhan's fingers, and Luhan sheepishly licks it away, letting go of Sehun's hand. In the next moment, another boy taller than Luhan strides over and grabs Sehun's hand.
"I am Sehun's best friend!" He cries out, and tugs Sehun in the direction of the sandbox.
"Jongin!" Sehun squeals, a hand in Jongin's and another one gooey with melted ice-cream, "Jongin! It hurts!" Jongin drops his hand, and shyly grins at Sehun. Sehun pouts and finishes his ice-cream quietly.
"Let's play in the sand!" Jongin suggests with a bright grin, and Sehun is dragged down into a flurry of dry sand and shovelling tools. Sehun happily pats the clumps of sand together to form what seems like a distorted sandcastle, but Jongin beams and claps, pointing at the castle.
Minutes later, Luhan stomps over, barefoot, a frown prominent on his little face. "Why did you take my Sehun away! Who are you!" He yells at Jongin, and Jongin cowers a little.
"I'm-- I'm Jongin?" Jongin replies hesitatingly, as he looks at Luhan under the sunlight.
"Let's all make sandcastles!" Sehun cries out, ignorant of his surroundings, and he tugs the both of them down beside him. "Make a big one, so the three of us can live in there forever!"
From behind, the kindergarten teacher, Kyungsoo, sighs heavily and walks away.
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17. CHANSOO FIRST KISS AND KYUNGSOO IS A TSUNDERE WITH OCD k that is all
It's on a cold winter day, that Kyungsoo takes a day off his normal routine to decorate his house with Christmas ornaments. The bells go on the tree, and the candy canes right there on the table-- no, a little to the right-- yup. Kyungsoo claps his hands together happily, scanning his living room with visible pride.
The door bell rings and he jumps up to answer it. That's right, Chanyeol is coming over for dinner today, since Kyungsoo's parents are working overseas and it has been a long tradition between the both of them that they take turns each year to go to each other's house for a meal on Christmas and chuseok.
"Kyungsoo!" Chanyeol beams happily, and he toes his boots off before picking it up with his gloved hands and placing them on the straw rug beside the door. "It's so cold today," Chanyeol whines, before plopping onto the couch.
Kyungsoo wordlessly hums and moves to the kitchen to prepare dinner. Between the both of them, Kyungsoo is significantly better at cooking and he would bet his entire life that Chanyeol will ruin any kitchen he's in.
"Hey, Kyungsoo, come here, you missed out one decoration," Chanyeol shouts from the living room, and Kyungsoo leaves the water to boil as he strolls out in his white slippers. "The mistletoe!" Chanyeol exclaims, as he shakes the leaves about.
"Don't shake it," Kyungsoo complains, as dirt falls on the fall. Chanyeol brings his hand to his lips and clamps them shut, as Kyungsoo takes the mistletoe to the door. The spot he wants to hang it at is a little too high, so Chanyeol swiftly gets a stool and Kyungsoo scrambles to stand on it.
When he's done, he gets down, and Chanyeol holds his shoulders before leaning in to kiss his lips gently.
"Merry Christmas," Chanyeol whispers with a bright grin.
The kettle whistles as the water begins to boil, and Kyungsoo dashes back to the kitchen with a red face.
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18. would you write me a spy!exo fic or drabble :3
It's a little unfitting to be here, Kyungsoo thinks as he sits on the springy hotel bed, and pulls his bag close with a foot. He unzips the bag to find various equipment he's been briefed, taught how to use and memorized ever since he was seven. The items clank together noisily as Kyungsoo rummages through the mess: it varies from pinpoint cameras to pepper spray to a sleek, silver revolver.
There is a crumpled piece of paper under all the haul, and Kyungsoo unfolds it.
Your target is next door
As if on cue, he hears a soft creak from his left. He tucks the tiny gun into the back pocket of his jeans as he steps out of the room to get a glance of his target.
The target's name is Park Chanyeol. Don't forget now, Kyungsoo, they briefed you on this. You're on a top secret mission. Park Chanyeol has a head of straight, silky red hair with large, bright eyes and a dazzling smile to top it off. His legs go on for miles, and his laughter is contagious and so enchanting in all the right ways.
Park Chanyeol is the target.
Kyungsoo picks the gun out of his pocket when Chanyeol turns left into another corridor, and he follows quietly behind. At the turn, Kyungsoo holds his gun up, and he's met with a face-full of Park Chanyeol with his billion dollar smile.
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19. write a short (PG) kaiyeol fic please thank you <3
On hindsight, Jongin should've seen this coming. He's one of the strongest fighters in the Academy, even if he says so himself, with his power to snap his fingers and teleport to an entirely foreign universe if so he wanted - the headmaster favored him, his seniors didn't dare to lay a finger on him, his juniors looked up to him. The universe always needs balance. If Jongin is on one end of the spectrum for power, he'd definitely need someone... from the other end.
He determinedly locks his gaze on the headrest of the car seat in front of him and tries to avert his eyes from the boy next to him. They're on a duo mission to Incheon, apparently, and on normal missions there would be about four to five people on one, but Jongin is Jongin. He didn't want so many people tagging along, he remembers saying, they'd be a burden to him.
So they got him this fucking pyromaniac instead. Great. Jongin squints from the corner of his eyes and sees that the boy beside him is shaking so much sparks are escaping from the tips of his fingers. Weakling, Jongin thinks, and scoffs. This is such a lame excuse - I could've done this alone. They just didn't want me to go alone.
Jongin rolls his eyes out of boredom, yanks the hood of his jacket over his head and attempts to teleport away without snapping his fingers - a new skill he'd picked up while on a mission in Busan last year, but the boy beside him grabs his hand and Jongin finally turns to look at him straight in the eyes. "I'm Park Chanyeol," the boy says, panicking, "please don't leave me alone. I've never gone on a mission before."
Jongin could teleport away if he wanted. He had tried to, without snapping, successfully, and many times at that, but he sees the fire in Chanyeol's eyes. He sets his hands down on his thighs, and clears his throat. "Okay, then," he mutters, "keep up, Park Chanyeol, and don't die."
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20. WRITE ME SEHUN/SUHO
If Sehun knew he'd be ending up babysitting some random guy (older than him, for goodness' sake) for a week, he'd have rejected that tempting sum of many, many zeros with all his might.
It's a pity it's a little too late. He watches the man in front of him play the piano, eyes closed in concentration and Sehun almost falls asleep to the rhythm. He'd been spending his days following the boy, Junmyeon, around, and he's been to Junmyeon's tuition classes, piano and violin classes, golf classes, and even etiquette classes because his father wants to groom him into the best young man there ever is.
Sehun stifles a yawn as Junmyeon works out another integral. He digs his fingers into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls a pack of gum out. The gum is a little sticky because they'd been walking all day and it'd probably melted on the way, but what surprises Sehun is not that, but Junmyeon's curious gaze on it. "What's that?" He asks.
Sheltered prince, Sehun thinks glumly, but smiles anyway. He's paid to do this. "Bubblegum."
"I've never seen it before," Junmyeon probes, "can you eat that?"
"Yeah, you chew on it and blow bubbles with it but you can't swallow that. Do you want one?" Sehun asks. Junmyeon's dad is going to have his head on a silver platter with his intestines lined up perfectly beside, but Sehun finds himself disregarding the mental warning as he hands the gum over and watches Junmyeon's face light up when he first pops the gum into his mouth and begins to chew.
Shit. Maybe this job wasn't going to be so bad after all.
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21. idk if you're ready, shu, but could u write bap fic already
When Choi Junhong was seven, he dreamt of conquering the world. Streets would be covered in the color of blood and people would bow down to him as he passed. Guns. Snipers. Lots of them. Junhong likes guns. The sound of bullets through skulls, the force of recoil. He looks up at the sky through cloudy eyes and wished he owned the boundless piece of space.
When he was thirteen, the dream looked a little more intimidating. He'd got chased by hooligans when he was skateboarding at night one day, and tripped over a stone when he escaped. The little scar on his knee still tells a long story. He'd learnt that owning guns and shooting people are illegal. He'd be thrown into jail, and his hyung, Yongguk, wouldn't like it (but Yongguk introduced him to those guns). World domination seems like a long, long way to go. The clock strikes twelve, and fireworks span the piece of sky he's standing under and paints the streetlights red. "Happy new year," someone yells, throwing small chocolates into Junhong's lap. I'm gonna do that, he thinks, chocolate melting in his small hands, I'm gonna color the world red.
Junhong is seventeen, reckless and homeless because Yongguk had refused to take him in ever since Junhong got onto the papers for hitting his teacher in his face, but Junhong knows better. Yongguk'll give in after a few days because he's a softie. Flipping a coin, Junhong vaguely wonders if the dream from ten years ago would come true because it's not easy. It's not easy to get people to listen, it's not easy to get guns and to use them, heck, it's hard to even see bloodspill in modern Seoul. A sigh. He turns onto his sides and shivers in the long autumn night, but the sounds of shoes scuffling against the floor shakes him up.
"Who's there," he says, and is taken aback by how his voice shakes.
"How old are you, even," the stranger replies, crouching down, and Junhong regards him with a gulp. "Gangsters nowadays," he continues breezily, "more like high school dropouts. Hey, move, that's public property."
Junhong turns to stare at the metal bench he's sitting on, and growls as he hops off the bench. The stranger takes a seat, but pulls Junhong down beside him. The lights above illuminates the stranger's face and Junhong sees him clearly now - "Jung Daehyun, yo, freelance photographer, part time gangster."
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22. baekai
In all honesty, all Baekhyun wanted was to sing songs and be famous for it. It didn't matter if he was the best singer in school, if he was the neighborhood winner for the singing competition, if he went up on TV in one of those challenge variety shows where you get to thrash idols (Star King, was it?) or participate in a competition. What he didn't expect, was to be scouted and signed to a big entertainment agency which promised money, fans and fame.
Baekhyun gave in after a long day of contemplation.
Because Baekhyun's a solo singer, unlike the other idols who're banded into groups and always hold rowdy practices into the dead of night, he travels to schedules alone, eats alone, practices alone, have photoshoots and interviews alone and even though his initial dream was to sing songs and be famous for it, he feels lonely.
Which is probably why his manager contacted an idol from another group, Kai, to join him in his photoshoot for Vogue Korea. Baekhyun is no stranger to the concepts and styles the magazines and stylists demand, but from hearsay, the other idol wasn't having it as great as Baekhyun was.
"He's so fussy about everything," a stylist noona says, packing her brushes into her bag as another lady chuckles beside, leaning against the mirror, "he got so pissed off because I used a brand of bb cream that he'd never used before."
"That's his charm," she replies easily, "he has really sensitive skin." The other stylist doesn't reply, but they leave the waiting room so Baekhyun's the only one left in there.
"Are you... Baekhyun? Byun Baekhyun?"
If what Baekhyun expected was a typical teenage boy who looked average (and most probably went under the knife), he was wrong. Kai was everything he didn't expect - lush lips, thick, tousled hair, a lean body with prettily sculpted arms and tanned skin. Baekhyun inhales for a moment.
"I am."
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23. I WANA SOME DONGGYU CANON FIC RATING UP TO U TENKS MOM
If you were to ask which part of Sunggyu's career did he find to be the most arduous, he'd say it's the part where he had to sit in the salon for five hours to bleach his hair white and dye it a flaming red. He's not entirely tiring, but he'd purposely leave out the part where he had to travel to and fro schedules alone, without Infinite, to Busan today, to Ilsan tomorrow, to Myeongdong the following day, and back to perform as Infinite the next. To perform as a solo artiste had always been his dream - always, always dreaming of owning the stage by himself, to call the audience his own.
He never thought it'd be this tiring.
Woohyun used to be the one who'd massage his back and legs when they got home from busy schedules in the past, but Woohyun is also drowning in the many schedules he's been receiving - and when they both head to their room, it's only for sleeping. Sunggyu finds it oddly saddening, but he knows it's for the sake of the group. For Infinite. In the end, Sunggyu's only getting to promote solo because they want to boost Infinite's popularity with him.
He trudges to the living room quietly, annoyed by how Woohyun's phone won't seem to stop vibrating and lighting up and sees a figure on the couch. Sunggyu tiptoes closer and peels the layer of blanket away, only to see Dongwoo. "Dongwoo?" He asks, puzzled, "What are you doing on the couch?"
"Myungsoo... Myungsoo's snoring very loud tonight," Dongwoo half-yawns, half-replies, stretching his arms behind his head groggily. "Why are you up, hyung?"
"I --"
"Can't sleep?" Dongwoo guesses cheekily. Sunggyu relents.
"Yeah."
"Can't lie to me, can you, hyung?" Dongwoo chuckles, and pulls Sunggyu down so they're both sitting up on the couch. "Do you want to sleep here instead? I can always go back in --"
"No," Sunggyu says, "you don't have to. I just need someone to talk to before I sleep."
Dongwoo slouches against Sunggyu and sighs. "Is it tiring, hyung? Promoting alone?"
Sunggyu fidgets at the feeling of Dongwoo's hair against his neck, but sighs as well. "It gets tiring... when you have no one to talk to and no one to suffer together..."
Dongwoo laughs against Sunggyu's neck, and tackles him onto the couch before wrapping his blanket all over Sunggyu and resting Sunggyu's head on his lap. "Sleep, hyung," he says, carding his fingers through Sunggyu's hair, "good night."
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24. suho/d.o., harry potter au wherein suho is trying to transfigure smth to impress d.o. if you dont want that maybe first date in a coffee shop
Kyungsoo has known Junmyeon for more than half his life, and he isn't going to deny that he might have used to harbor a tiny crush on Junmyeon from when they were ten because Junmyeon looked too dashing in his prince getup for a school play (Kyungsoo is still sore about how Junmyeon had to be close to some other girl in their rehearsals but it's not like a tree (his role) can say anything much). So, when high school ended and the long vacation before college began, when Junmyeon confessed to Kyungsoo under the snow one very chilly night, he didn't think twice before nodding (maybe because it was a little too cold to be professing mutual love in the middle of the night on the streets).
Today, after many foiled plans, Kyungsoo and Junmyeon are meeting up for the first time - in another kind of relationship. The thought of it has Kyungsoo's heart beating very, very fast. He tries to stay calm in his seat, but he ends up draining half the cup of americano, anyway. He groans. He's probably gonna need another cup if Junmyeon isn't going to arrive any time soon.
"Kyungsoo!"
The bells at the door tinkle lightly as Kyungsoo turns to face the door.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Junmyeon pants, "I was caught up in the traffic jam. Were you waiting?"
"No," Kyungsoo replies, "it's fine."
Junmyeon's quick to notice Kyungsoo's drink. "You've already been here for so long, huh," he says apologetically, and grabs Kyungsoo's hand. "Come on, let's start our date already."
It's fine, Kyungsoo wants to say, you don't have to go out of your way to do things for me, but a blush forms on his cheeks too quickly and he only happily watches Junmyeon's back without complaints as he drags them around the neighborhood.
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25. drunken sekai, any rating (nc-17 coughs); bonus if related to texts from last night lol i'm sorry
Sehun decides that being separated from his best friend is a very miserable thing. Today just had to be, inevitably, their nth anniversary of being friends (they don't even bother to keep track now) and in the past years they used to drink soju together, on the rooftop of Jongin's apartment and they would talk about everything - from how they met to how Sehun threw up and pissed in one of their classmates' pool during a party and Sehun misses that. So much. As much as he loves his parents, he'd rather be spending the night with Jongin than in his old house.
His phone rings.
"Sehun," Jongin says, voice low over the line, "why aren't you here," he whines, "we should be drinking."
"Are /you/ drinking, Jongin?" Sehun asks sceptically.
"I am not drunk," Jongin replies, voice edgy like a kid's, but he hiccups and groans loudly.
"Stop drinking, Jongin-ah, I'm not there to drag you home, you know."
"I'm at home," Jongin drawls. "Talk to me, I just wanted to hear your voice. Keep talking. Talk about everything. Are you in your room now? Describe your room to me. Anything you have. Don't stop talking."
"Um," Sehun starts, startled by the sudden request. "I have a blue wallpaper in my room, a bonsai plant on my desk, purple bed sheets and my ceiling light is star-shaped?"
"Keep talking, Sehun-ah."
Sehun fumbles for his drawers and just realizes how plain his room is. "There's a locked diary in my drawer. Was this the one we wrote in third grade? You locked it up? Fuck you, Jongin. There's an unsolved Rubik's cube here, too. Wow, you scribbled on it. Um, there's a folded poster of David Beckham under the bedside lamp - how the hell did it get here?" He pauses for a while, and blinks at his drawer. "The uberlube is flammable."
"Why do you have uberlube in your room, Sehun," Jongin deadpans.
"Ask my mom," Sehun retorts. "This is not mine."
"Sehun-ah," Jongin says, completely ignoring his previous reply, "do you ever wish you could like, jerk your heart off and be, like, emotionally satisfied? it'd feel like cuddling, but not physically."
"Jerking your heart off? I think you've watched too much porn while I was away, Jongin," Sehun laughs.
"I didn't," Jongin whines, "my head is so noisy. Is there something wrong with me? Is it possible to be drunk burnt? Like sun burnt but from drinking? I think I that's what I'm feeling now. Oh my god, Sehun, keep talking, please, about anything." Jongin's voice cracks at the end.
"Jongin, what are you /doing/ right now?"
Jongin doesn't reply, but Sehun can hear him breathing heavily across the line, something like a mixed pant and messy gasps and Sehun can't believe his ears. "Are you /jerking off/?" He squeals.
"Se/hun/," Jongin says, and his voice trails off weakly at the end.
"How high are you, Jongin?"
Jongin doesn't reply, but makes smoochy sounds and laughs. "Miss you, best friend. Come home soon."
Sehun stares at the erection in his pants angrily as Jongin ends the call.
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26. luhan and chanyeol on their cycling date which suho is unhappy about. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF I DARE U AND COMEDY
When Chanyeol announces in the morning that he's going on a cycling trip around the nieghborhood, the first person who exclaims he wants to tag along is Junmyeon. However, Junmyeon was in the middle of brushing his teeth and Chanyeol didn't hear him at all. In the end, it's Lu Han who tags along with Chanyeol and Junmyeon sulks from the door as they leave.
"Junmyeon!" Lu Han shrieks from over the phone, "we bought ice cream! Should we buy some back for the kids?"
Junmyeon frowns and proceeds to hang up on Lu Han without a word.
"Hyung!" It's Chanyeol this time, and he's even louder than Lu Han was. "Hyung, this is so fun! Can I extend the bike rental for four more hours? Please, hyung? I'll be home straight after!"
Junmyeon grunts as an ambiguous reply and doesn't wait for Chanyeol to say anything before hanging up.
The other members avoid Junmyeon as if he had the plague but he's too caught up in being entirely neglected to care.
"We're back!"
From Junmyeon's peripheral vision, he can see Lu Han and Chanyeol with plastic bags on their arms and their cheeks flushed a healthy tint of red. "Hyung!" For a moment, Junmyeon wishes he didn't exist.
"Hyung, why did you end our calls so abruptly?" Chanyeol says, pouting with his large eyes and Junmyeon stares at the floor. "Hyung, are you angry? Don't be, hyung."
"Junmyeon-ah, were you jealous," Lu Han says, a little nervous because his Korean is starting to go weak, "Junmyeon-ah," he whispers again, next to Junmyeon's ear, "I'll let you ride me like a bicycle next time. Promise."
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27. kangjun/barom barom brings kangjun around australia~
"Hyung," Kangjun says, fanning himself with a brochure from the airport, "I don't see the Gold Coast," he complains irritably, and if Barom wasn't so entirely obsessed with the younger boy, he'd have been pissed.
"We're only outside the Queensland airport, Jun, what did you expect," he replies instead.
Kangjun clicks his tongue and continues to fan himself, squinting his eyes to adjust to the intense summer sunlight in Australia and Barom can't help himself but to find it so endearingly adorable when Kangjun flings himself all over the car seat when the cab arrives. Poor boy must've been too accustomed to the Korean weather.
"Gold Coast, hyung, Gold Coast," Kangjun says, slowly drifting off to sleep and the driver looks a tad shocked when Barom turns to face him. These kids must be crazy to want him to drive all the way to Gold Coast.
Barom laughs. "Don't mind him," he says in fluent English, "just drive us to a nearby hotel."
Even in the dorm, sometimes when Barom wakes up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water before going back to sleep, he can hear murmuring from Kangjun's room, and there's no one else talking to him, and the bad sleeptalking habit won't ever stop - not now, too, by the looks of it.
"Barom-hyung," Kangjun whines in his sleep, head lolling back against the head rest, and mutters something completely illegible that Barom gives up trying to fathom after five seconds. "Barom-hyuuung," comes the continuation. Barom cards his fingers through Kangjun's hair and wonders why on earth he'd brought this cute little thing with him back to Australia instead of anyone else.
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28. daejae a normal day in the dorms
Admittedly, Daehyun would very much rather spend his free afternoon buried within the crowds somewhere in the middle of Apgujeong, or in Dongdaemun, or in those fancy cafes he'd seen (walked past) in Gangnam - anywhere where he could have a little time of his own with pretty cakes and nice coffee, and the dorm has currently descended into mayhem because Junhong had spilled a full bottle of blue hair dye onto the marble floor and Jongup was trying to salvage the situation by pouring water on the floor to dilute the dye and they'd all be fucked if Himchan came home to this - their floor a nice shade of blue.
"Jongup stop," Daehyun whines, an opened book over his face as he reclines back onto the couch and finds that the two youngest boys aren't even listening to him at all. "I hate my life," he dry sobs, popping a sour candy into his mouth and cringing at the taste.
Daehyun thinks they're all pretty dumb. Maybe he was, too, and he thinks Yongguk's the smartest out of their lot but Youngjae's not bad either, but Yongguk's always too nice to point out anything at all and Youngjae is the extreme opposite - pointing out anything and everything that doesn't go his way, that doesn't obey what he believes in. Daehyun doesn't like that.
There's a sharp cry in the kitchen and Daehyun looks up to see Youngjae on his tippy-toes, a visible frown on his face as he holds up his pair of bunny slippers with angry fingers. "My slippers are blue," he shrieks, "I was drying them on the floor, the poor, poor innocent floor and you just had to ruin them!"
"I'm sorry, hyung --" Junhong splutters, hands waving in defense but Youngjae trudges over and snarls.
"I'll give you ten minutes to clean up the mess on the floor, Choi Junhong," he grits.
Junhong lets out a whimper and he yanks Jongup down before they mop up the floor with plenty of cloth and toilet paper. "Himchan-hyung will kill us for painting all the cloth blue," Junhong mutters, staring at his blue hands. "I'm never dyeing my hair with you again, Jongup."
Youngjae stifles his laughter from the kitchen and while the two maknaes don't notice it, Daehyun catches Youngjae's eyes and Youngjae clamps a hand over his mouth but he winks and turns back into the kitchen.
Daehyun rolls his eyes, denies that his heart is pounding extremely fast because who the hell would blush when Youngjae winks? and puts the book over his face again.
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29. (sekai lazy kissing) they're snowed in with nothing to do so they lounge around on the couch making out lazily while some hbo series plays on a low volume in the background
In retrospect, Jongin thinks it could've been worse. The sudden snowfall had ruined his plans of going on a picnic date with Sehun, considering it's their third year anniversary, after all, but they'd only made two rolls of kimbab before the news of a hailstorm came in. Sehun had put the food ingredients away and lounged on the couch with a bowl of kimbab in his lap, flipping through channels lazily as if he owned the house (which is not the case, okay, Jongin's mom bought the house for Jongin).
Jongin reaches out to grab a piece of kimbab but is slapped away by Sehun's. Jongin jabs a finger into Sehun's ribs and tries to reach for the bowl again but Sehun laughs, shifting the bowl out of his reach. He takes a roll and puts it between his lips - but that's not all - he curls his finger in a come hither motion and Jongin unconsciously leans forward to pull the kimbab out of Sehun's mouth with his teeth. The seaweed is soggy and it must look weird eating a roll that had been (partially) in someone's mouth, but Jongin is oddly turned on.
He takes a bite, but doesn't really finish chewing before he leans back in again, sliding his tongue along the seam of Sehun's lips and pushes his tongue in before he can feel Sehun sliding up against him, bodies tangled and warm and the kimbab tastes so good.
Sehun has a grain of rice stuck to his bottom lip when they pull away and Sehun looks thoroughly flushed. With a start, Jongin realizes Sehun's refusing to look at him. "Come on," Jongin huffs, "you started that and now you're being all shy?"
Sehun buries his face into his hands and says nothing and Jongin can see that the tips of his ears are red with embarrassment. Jongin laughs, and pulls Sehun into his lap so that Sehun's head is resting against his chest. There's a cheesy chick flick airing on the television on a low volume and the bowl of food is left forgotten on the floor beside the couch. Sehun shivers as hailstones hit the glass windows so Jongin leans down to kiss Sehun again. Sehun tastes like sesame oil and preserved radish - but that's okay.
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30. (chanyeol gets fucking turned on by baekhyun kissing zitao when he walks in on them and its not even supposed to be a turn on when you see your boyfriend sticking his tongue down your bandmate's throat)
Chanyeol knew, quite frankly, from the bottom of his heart, that dorming together - M and K - would be disastrous. Not just because Lu Han and Minseok might ruin the kitchen with all their hellish cooking styles, not because the counter in the bathroom might be crowded with Kris' facial products, not because they'd have to stand Jongdae singing in his sleep (because Kyungsoo does that, too), but because Baekhyun and Zitao are close.
Too close for (Chanyeol's) comfort.
He knows it isn't by chance that he had walked in on Baekhyun thrown all over Zitao (on his bed, inconspicuously) lips locked furiously and they'd even took a few seconds to realize Chanyeol's presence. By now, Chanyeol is actually more disappointed than surprised, and Baekhyun's mouth is hung open speechlessly, lips still wet with Zitao's spit.
Chanyeol is supposed to be grossed out, but he finds himself increasingly warmer and warmer as he takes in the whole scene - Baekhyun, half naked, sprawled all over Zitao, hair tousled and pupils blown; Zitao with his pants and underwear already off, cock hard and fingers bunched in the soft fabric of Baekhyun's pant sleeves. "C-Chanyeol?" Baekhyun tries, voice shaking, and Chanyeol closes the door behind him after walking in.
"Hyung," Zitao tries, and Baekhyun can't even meet Chanyeol's eyes now, and Chanyeol really, really is supposed to be mad at the both of them for being lying shitheads but more than anything, Chanyeol's really, really turned on by what he's seeing now.
"If you don't want me to get mad..." Chanyeol says, "continue."
"What?"
Chanyeol doesn't reply.
Zitao yanks Baekhyun down and starts kissing him again, long arms curling themselves around Baekhyun's slim figure and Baekhyun moans loudly, nimble fingers wrapped around Zitao's cock in the next moment.
Shit. Chanyeol dashes out of the room without a word (not that the two realize), and returns with his phone and begins taking a video.
Oh, well. New jerking off material.
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31. (hi uhm sorry but its 2am at night and chanyeol swears someone's in the bathroom. the light is on and he hears water running. but they all went to bed early that night.)
Chanyeol hates lugging the other members back to the dorm after they've fallen asleep on the car, but he knows it's inevitable after a long day. Jongin sleeps like a log in his arms but he only sighs as he kicks the door open and hauls Jongin in, Sehun and Lu Han trailing tiredly behind.
"Jongin always gets people carrying him back up," Sehun mumbles, rubbing circles around his eyes. "No fair."
"It's because you're easy to shake awake," Junmyeon huffs, tugging a half-asleep Baekhyun behind him.
"Too bad."
Sehun toes his shoes off with a scowl. Zitao laughs as he shoves Kris into the living room and closes the door behind him. "Maknaes."
"You're speaking like you aren't one," Minseok chirps. Zitao sends him a long glare.
It's 2am and the dorm is asleep. Well... maybe except Chanyeol. He can't sleep with all the noise in his head - guitar, drums, a soft, melodic voice. Heck, he didn't even need a face to know who it would be. Ever since he'd started performing acoustic versions of songs on radio shows and performances with Kyungsoo, these sounds are all that keeps him up and awake at night. He'd wake up jittery the next day, each stare Kyungsoo gives him electrifying his very soul, and when they practice together Chanyeol honestly wishes it wasn't just for show.
Maybe he should go wash his face another time and attempt to sting his eyes with soap and force himself to screw his eyes shut for a bit, then. His slippers are quiet against the floor, but the dorm isn't as quiet as he expected. The light in the bathroom is on and he can hear the tap running. So he wasn't the only one awake. It isn't like him to be curious about what other people are doing in the bathroom, so he mulls and walks around the corridor and it's ten minutes and the other person is still inside, so he leans forward to press his ear against the door.
There's a soft moan when Chanyeol focuses to listen, and now he knows why the tap was turned on. Only.. Chanyeol isn't sure what he heard was what he /really/ heard. He concentrates and the droning sounds of the tap is now merely background noise as he continues to listen - god damn it, he's such a creep - and Kyungsoo lets out a soft whine, oh that's Kyungsoo alright, and Chanyeol has to push himself away from the door to stop himself from gasping out loud. (He does anyway.)
"C-Chanyeol..."
Chanyeol's breath hitches. He caught me?
But the door doesn't swing open. Instead, Kyungsoo keeps repeating Chanyeol's name over and over, volume increasing but not loud enough to wake everyone up but just enough for Chanyeol to hear, legs sprawled out on the floor from his stumbling.
The door only swings open after Chanyeol hears the toilet flush and he isn't very sure of how to react when Kyungsoo stares down at him with wide eyes. Kyungsoo gapes wordlessly, but he yanks Chanyeol up and into the bathroom behind him. Chanyeol decides that eavesdropping on your friend jerking off is embarrassing, but he finds himself unable to care now.
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