various drabbles
time machines, the apocalypse, and you
super junior, snsd, infinite ; g to pg-15
kyuyoung ; hanfany ; wonyuri ; sunsun ; eunhae ; kyumin
woogyu ; myungyeol ; yadong ; hojong
a/n: I AM FREE FROM HIGH SCHOOL AT LAST JOY TO THE WORLD \o/ I’ve also sent some applications to colleges in London so that’s out of the way as well :3 Soo here are drabbles I wrote during my hiatus! (what) Since I was always in constant stress, writing is my only outlet of letting out steam. Most of these may not make sense since they were written when I’m half asleep or in a state of utter stress. Forgive me for any lameness OTL I’m so glad to be back I missed you all ;;
slowing down
sj/snsd ; kyuhyun/sooyoung ; g ; angst, romance ; 231w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
There’s this hollow feeling in Sooyoung’s chest whenever she stays up too late, gnawing at her insides and sometimes making her choke. Loneliness, her mind supplied, running a hand through her hair wearily. The silence is suffocating, and she yearns for warm arms and comforting whispers to pull her through the night. She leaves the lights off, so she doesn’t have to see how empty the apartment looked.
It’s 2 am but suddenly the phone rings, and with wide eyes she turns towards it. Sooyoung almost trips in her haste to get to it, and when she does, picks it up and clutches it to her ear like it could save her life, whispering a breathless, “Hello?”
“Sooyoung-ah,” the voice at the end of the line says, sounding just as relieved as she feels. The voice fills her, warm like honey or hot chocolate and suddenly she is reminded of sunny days and dates at the park and fingers fitting perfectly into hers.
“Kyuhyun.”
He laughs (a little wearily, but it’s still the same laugh she fell in love with all those years ago), and the dark apartment isn’t so dark anymore, and Kyuhyun builds a bridge across the void in her chest with his voice and it feels like he’s right here, right next to her.
“I missed you,” they both say simultaneously, but they don’t say it out loud.
for a day (or a month, or a year)
sj/snsd ; hangeng/tiffany ; g ; angst, romance ; 264w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
Stephanie lives in a perfect fairytale. She’s beautiful and rich and has anything anybody could ever want, but so kind and gentle and that’s why everyone adores her. She’s even getting married next month, to a man of her parents’ choosing, a wealthy young duke who lives in the chateau a day’s ride away. She hardly knows him but trusted her parents completely, so she guesses it’ll be alright.
That is, until Hankyung stumbles into her life.
He fell out of the tree near her rose garden two weeks ago, face dirty and clothes ragged, startling her. Stephanie made to run away but he caught her hand and it’s so warm, his eyes twinkling with mischief and smile gentle. And she sort of fell in love right then and there.
Stephanie is barely eighteen, but when Hankyung says with his soft voice and funny accent Come back with me, to China, she agreed without really thinking. Yes, yes of course, she had said, blinded by love and the promise of a happy ever after.
It’s cold, it’s so cold, she though as she rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm them up and failing. Hankyung, where are you? She shivered, fisting her hands in the folds of her white dress. He’s supposed to be here an hour ago, she mused, wishing she had bought a coat.
Stephanie waits for him to come and sweep her off her feet, take her away to an unknown land and live a different kind of fairytale, because that’s what lovers do.
Stephanie waits, and waits, and waits.
time and space
sj/snsd ; siwon/yuri ; pg ; angst ; 195w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
They were in love, had been in love, but Yuri’s not sure if they are still.
She takes a glance at the man lying with his back to her beside her, rakes he eyes over the steady rise and fall of his back. She wants very much to hold on to those broad shoulders, cling to him like her life depended on it, but he’s too far away, a galaxy away from her. Yuri bites her lip and shifts a little closer, brushing her hand over his ebony hair.
She wonders if Siwon ever felt the same way, like there’s too much space between them even when they’re lying on the same bed, an arm’s length away.
Yuri wonders when he stopped being the center of her universe. Maybe that night when he came home late and smelled like someone else, the guilt he had hidden in his eyes easily read by her, because that’s just how well she knows him. Yuri wondered when exactly she fell out of love with him.
Siwon shifts in his sleep, mumbling something that suspiciously sounded like her name and Yuri’s heart cracked around the edges, and caves in.
if i could ride a time machine and meet you (i wouldn’t wish for anything else)
sj/snsd ; sungmin/sunny ; pg ; angst ; 370w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
Sunkyu is a time traveler. She jumps through time and space and defies laws of physics to be in a moment in the past, and alter tiny little things just so the present could be a better place for her and for everyone else. She never dares to visit the future though. To be perfectly honest, she’s terrified of the future and everything that comes along with it. This always worked for Sunkyu, and she’s perfectly content with the way things are.
But there’s a flaw in the plan when she meets a young man, one fine summer day in 1863.
He saw her just as she materialized in the meadow where he’s shepherding a flock of sheep. Sunkyu slaps herself inwardly for being so careless but he doesn’t look the least bit surprised.
He’s kind, all gentle smiles and polite gestures, and there’s this intelligent gleam in his eyes she likes. She learns that his name is Lee Sungmin, and, to make long story short, she fell in love.
(though at first he did frown at her appearance, a girl who cuts her hair short like a boy’s and wears trousers and metallic jackets.)
Sunkyu spends more and more time at the meadow and by Sungmin’s side, and she’d never thought she’d say this but she’s lost track of time with each visit to 1863.
One day Sungmin kisses her under a large beech tree with a sad smile on his face and the taste of goodbye in his lips. Sunkyu holds on tighter to his arms because, no matter how much she knows it’s not true, she wishes that whatever they had right now would last forever.
As much as I love you, Sungmin says, voice small and weary. You belong in 2074.
When she returns to present time, Sunkyu collapses to the cold floor of her apartment, body wracking in sobs as she wounds her arms around her trembling form to keep herself together. She wishes they were Sungmin’s.
Sunkyu tears off the time travel watch from her wrist and stepped on it without thinking anymore. The fragile glass cracked under her feet and the hands of time twisted and broke, the sound deafening in the silence.
living lies
super junior ; eunhyuk/donghae ; pg ; angst ; 296w
Hyukjae knows it’s always been Donghae’s dream to wait at the altar as the girl of his dreams walks down the aisle towards him. She’d be beautiful and gentle and soft spoken just like Donghae himself. His mother would adore her and she’d be the perfect wife.
Hyukjae knows that this day would come, but believing it would happen and actually seeing it happen are two very different things.
He’s standing behind Donghae, his best friend of almost twenty years, wishing he could be anywhere but here.
The rest of what was Super Junior sat in the front row with Donghae’s mother and brother, all of them wearing identical, wide smiles. Hyukjae has the same smile plastered on his face but his jaw hurts. Donghae is nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another, playing with the sleeves of his white suit, and Hyukjae stares at his back with regret and so many unsaid words.
The door at the end of the chapel opened slowly, revealing the bride in a simple white gown and long flowing train. She glides down the aisle with natural grace, the face behind the veil smiling and bright eyes shining. Ji Ae is every man’s ideal woman, pretty and kind and a wonderful cook, the one you’d want to spend the rest of your life with and the one you’d want to be having your children. Her eyes are sparkling with unshed tears and Donghae’s back tensed as she drew nearer.
She reached the altar and Donghae took her hand, his handsome face looking ten years younger as he choked back tears of happiness. At the front row, Donghae’s mother and Ryeowook started crying, and what was left of Hyukjae’s heart crumbled away, that bright grin still on his face.
learning to breathe
super junior ; kyuhyun/sungmin ; pg ; angst, romance ; 417w
a/n: Kinda inspired by Kat’s The Tinman’s Tale.
There’s an empty space on the left side of Kyuhyun’s chest. It’s dark and gaping and he doesn’t know what goes in there, or how he should fill it. Sometimes at night it would ache around the edges like an old wound, making him double over in pain and grapple over it helplessly as he gasped for breath, writhing on the sheets.
That’s how it’s always been, that hole has been there ever since he could remember and he’s learned to accept that nothing could fill the void.
Except.
One day a young man walked into his life. He’s small and kind and gentle and so soft spoken. His name’s Sungmin, and he has really warm hands that Kyuhyun liked to hold. When he first saw the hole in Kyuhyun’s chest he didn’t flinch or shy away like others, but smiled and took him to the amusement park and bought him ice cream.
It's called a date, Sungmin said, pink blush in his cheeks as Kyuhyun lapped up his chocolate ice cream thoughtfully.
A few days later Sungmin sat him down on the couch with a serious expression on his face and said, Kyuhyun, there’s something very important of mine that I want you to take care of.
Kyuhyun fidgeted nervously in his seat because why would Sungmin trust something so valuable to him, when they barely knew each other? His eyes widened as the left side of Sungmin’s chest swung open like a little door. He grinned at Kyuhyun’s shocked expression, before reaching inside and withdrew something from inside his chest.
Slowly, Sungmin unfurled his fingers and there, sitting on his palm was a small glass heart, reflecting the fluorescent light and making little specks of color dance on the walls. Kyuhyun’s eyes widened even more as Sungmin broke the glass heart in half, a prefect, clean cut running across the middle of it, and returned one of the pieces back inside his chest. He winced as the little door that is his chest clicked closed, but his smile is bright when he held his hand out to Kyuhyun.
There’s a gentle smile on Sungmin’s lips and Kyuhyun realized that his face is close, much too close. He can feel Sungmin’s hand and the glass heart nearing his chest, and Sungmin’s peppermint breath on his cheeks, and Kyuhyun closed his eyes.
The piece of the little glass heart clicked into Kyuhyun’s chest, like it was made to belong there, as Sungmin’s lips finally met his.
dear true love
infinite ; woohyun/sunggyu ; pg ; apocalypse fic
a/n: From old/new. Title is from Sleeping At Last’s song.
The sky is falling down, Sunggyu knows it. The horizon is tinged with red and purple and deep, deep blue, and it’s so beautiful and frightening but Sunggyu’s not scared. The earth is rumbling, ripping open and swallowing cars, buildings, people. There’s screaming everywhere, desperate prayers to a God nobody believes in until now, skyscrapers knocking into each other and collapsing like a domino, deafening.
As the world crashes around him, Sunggyu muses on his life, about childhood memories and nagging parents and so many lost loves and broken hearts. Somewhere above them, a star explodes, and it’s blinding, before everything turns to black and darkness envelopes him, envelopes them all. Out of habit more than anything else he reaches for Woohyun’s hand next to him. It’s always been there, half a step behind him and ready to catch Sunggyu when he trips and falls. Warmth spreads from Woohyun’s fingers and into Sunggyu’s own body.
He swings their hands back and forth as if they were five years old again, as if the world isn’t crumbling. Woohyun’s fingers are too large and too long and grip his hand a little too hard (it’s perfect), and Sunggyu catches himself before a love struck giggle can spill from his lips.
It frustrates him now more than ever, that he’s spent his whole life looking at the wrong direction and chasing after people who ends up crushing his poor delicate heart anyway, when the one he’s looking for is the one who always pushes him forward and puts the pieces back together. It’s ironic and dramatic and also at the same time romantic that he realizes this when the world is going to end. He might as well be living a romance novel.
But Woohyun understands even when no words pass between them. His hand on Sunggyu’s cheek is warm and Sunggyu leans into his touch, before their lips meet in their first and last kiss (how appropriate, Sunggyu thinks). Their lips molded perfectly with each other like they’ve done this forever, and above them another star explodes and heat washes over their dying planet. Sunggyu’s heart’s beating a million miles an hour as if determined to fulfill a lifetime of beats !before it’s forced to stop, and when he put’s his hand to Woohyun’s chest, his heart is doing the same.
Sunggyu giggles despite the situation and Woohyun smiles and he knows everything will be okay.
Are you scared? Woohyun whispers to his ear, holding him close like when they were seven and locked out in the snow. Sunggyu shakes his head and almost sighs when he feels the ground rumbling again.
Because I have you, he doesn’t say that part out loud but Sunggyu knows that Woohyun knows, and everything will be okay.
And if they’re lucky, they’ll meet again in the next life.
you see these shackles? baby, i'm your slave
infinite ; myungsoo/Sungyeol ; pg-15 ; smut (a little) ; 304w
a/n: Written before Infinite held their Encore concert, obviously.
“Sexyback? Really?”
Sungyeol could hear the faintest hint of sarcasm dripping n Myungsoo’s voice but chose to ignore it, flipping a page on the magazine he’s reading while humming vaguely. So what if he chose to do that particular song for his solo? It’s not like he needs Myungsoo’s permission anyway.
Myungsoo however, seemed to think the opposite.
“Who said you could?” he whispered, eyes narrowed as he scooted closer so he’s pressed up at Sungyeol’s side. Sungyeol flipped another page nonchalantly, by now used to Myungsoo’s childish, possessive side.
“Uh, me. So what? It’ll make the fans go crazy,” he shrugged. Myungsoo growled softly at the back of his throat and began pressing rough kisses to the side of Sungyeol’s neck, making a shiver run down his spine.
“And what’s this I hear from the boss about performing bare-chested and being chained up?” Myungsoo’s trailing open mouthed kisses along his jaw line now, and Sungyeol closed his eyes and sighed, the magazine forgotten. Myungsoo’s hand creeps under his shirt and Sungyeol thinks it’s unfair, how he can always get to him like this.
“It - it’s all part of the concept,” Sungyeol gasped in half pain, half pleasure as Myungsoo bit down on his collarbone. He can feel the boy smirking to his skin, the damn bastard. “Why? You don’t like it?”
Without warning, Myungsoo swung a leg over Sungyeol’s thighs and straddled his hips, mouth hovering so tantalizingly close to Sungyeol’s. There’s a grin on his face as he threaded his fingers to Sungyeol’s fiery hair and tugged lightly, making him moan.
“No, it’s just… I should be the only one to see you like that.”
Sungyeol was just opening his mouth to reply with a snappy retort but then Myungsoo grinded his ass down to his crotch and all coherence is gone.
004. last time 8/100
infinite (100 fics challenge) ; hoya/dongwoo ; pg ; angst ; 449w
The air is warm and crisp as Hoya jogged to the park bench where he knew Dongwoo would be waiting. His heart raced with worry for the other boy, and a bit of relief seeped into him when he finally spotted him, sitting hunched with a thin jacket draped around his shoulders, and Hoya suddenly thought how small and fragile Dongwoo really is.
Dongwoo jerked and looked up with wide frightened eyes when he heard Hoya’s footsteps, and Hoya’s heart cracked around the edges at the desperate, helpless glint in the other boy’s eyes. he heard his name slipping from those cracked lips, and Hoya unconsciously fastened his steps.
“Dongwoo, what happened? Did something - oh my god, Dongwoo, what happened to your arm!?” he screeched when he caught sight of the shirt wrapped around Dongwoo’s forearm, dark stain across it and the fouls stench of blood invading his senses. He gagged but gritted his teeth and sat down beside the trembling Dongwoo, pulling him into his arms.
“Hoya, it - it won’t stop Dongwoo whispered, free hand clutching at Hoya’s white shirt and leaving a bloody handprint. It disgusted him, but Hoya would never tell him that. “I cut myself and - and the blood won’t stop, I didn’t - know what to do, where to go, I -“
Even in the dim light of the moon and the stars Hoya could see that Dongwoo’s face is pale and almost yellowish, bony shoulders sticking to his sides as Hoya held back tears, held back his heart from breaking more than it already has because he’s the only one Dongwoo has left.
“I’m sorry,” Dongwoo said between hiccups later that night, as Hoya bandaged his arm in his room. He’s hugging one of Hoya’s pillows, breathing in deeply and inhaling the younger’s scent as he tried to control his sobs. Hoya looked up, saw the hopelessness in his eyes, and averted his gaze back to his task, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“It won’t happen again, I promise. I won’t cut myself again, I’m sorry for making you worry, I’m so sorry -“
But that’s what he said last time, and the scars are still fresh and pink in his arms, so Hoya pushed him back into the bed and kissed him senseless, kissed him so hard and desperately until his jaw ached and Dongwoo started crying again.
He lets Dongwoo sleep in his room that night, in his bed, in his arms, restless breathing against his neck, and Hoya finally broke, tears spilling to Dongwoo’s hair, his hold on Dongwoo tightening. He wished he could kiss the pain and the hurt from Dongwoo as easy as he kissed the tears away.
063. sunshine ; 9/100
Infinite (100 fics challenge) ; hoya/sungjong ; g ; gen
a/n: Written before any of the Second Invasion concerts were held so yeah.
Hoya’s reminded of the sun every time he looks at Sungjong. Always so bright and a little blinding, warm light radiating from his smiles, from his small, soft hands and the glint in his eyes when he danced.
The sun still shone even when Sungjong’s exhausted or disappointed or angry though the light would be a little dim, like an overcast day. Hoya hates it, so he’d always be the one to pull the maknae to his lap and run his hands through his hair, whispering words of comfort. Then the sun in Sungjong would be bright again, just how Hoya likes it.
And now, waiting backstage for Second Invasion to start, the light radiating off the youngest is brighter than ever, he’s practically glowing in excitement and anticipation and pure, raw happiness. It blinds Hoya’s eyes and it hurt, but in a good kind of way.
Suddenly Sungjong turned to him, and the light dimmed a little.
“Hoya-hyung,” he said, voice small and frightened and it tugged painfully at Hoya’s heartstrings. “What if I mess up? What if my voice cracks? What if I fall on stage?”
Hoya laughed and pulled Sungjong into his arms and making the stylists screech and rush over to fix Sungjong’s hair. But Sungjong doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’ll be fine,” that’s all Hoya said because he’s a man of few words and that’s all Sungjong needs to hear anyway. A smile forms in Sungjong’s lips, and Hoya’s eyes began to water because the light surrounding Sungjong is so bright, too bright, but he doesn’t look away.
super junior, snsd, infinite ; g to pg-15
kyuyoung ; hanfany ; wonyuri ; sunsun ; eunhae ; kyumin
woogyu ; myungyeol ; yadong ; hojong
a/n: I AM FREE FROM HIGH SCHOOL AT LAST JOY TO THE WORLD \o/ I’ve also sent some applications to colleges in London so that’s out of the way as well :3 Soo here are drabbles I wrote during my hiatus! (what) Since I was always in constant stress, writing is my only outlet of letting out steam. Most of these may not make sense since they were written when I’m half asleep or in a state of utter stress. Forgive me for any lameness OTL I’m so glad to be back I missed you all ;;
slowing down
sj/snsd ; kyuhyun/sooyoung ; g ; angst, romance ; 231w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
There’s this hollow feeling in Sooyoung’s chest whenever she stays up too late, gnawing at her insides and sometimes making her choke. Loneliness, her mind supplied, running a hand through her hair wearily. The silence is suffocating, and she yearns for warm arms and comforting whispers to pull her through the night. She leaves the lights off, so she doesn’t have to see how empty the apartment looked.
It’s 2 am but suddenly the phone rings, and with wide eyes she turns towards it. Sooyoung almost trips in her haste to get to it, and when she does, picks it up and clutches it to her ear like it could save her life, whispering a breathless, “Hello?”
“Sooyoung-ah,” the voice at the end of the line says, sounding just as relieved as she feels. The voice fills her, warm like honey or hot chocolate and suddenly she is reminded of sunny days and dates at the park and fingers fitting perfectly into hers.
“Kyuhyun.”
He laughs (a little wearily, but it’s still the same laugh she fell in love with all those years ago), and the dark apartment isn’t so dark anymore, and Kyuhyun builds a bridge across the void in her chest with his voice and it feels like he’s right here, right next to her.
“I missed you,” they both say simultaneously, but they don’t say it out loud.
for a day (or a month, or a year)
sj/snsd ; hangeng/tiffany ; g ; angst, romance ; 264w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
Stephanie lives in a perfect fairytale. She’s beautiful and rich and has anything anybody could ever want, but so kind and gentle and that’s why everyone adores her. She’s even getting married next month, to a man of her parents’ choosing, a wealthy young duke who lives in the chateau a day’s ride away. She hardly knows him but trusted her parents completely, so she guesses it’ll be alright.
That is, until Hankyung stumbles into her life.
He fell out of the tree near her rose garden two weeks ago, face dirty and clothes ragged, startling her. Stephanie made to run away but he caught her hand and it’s so warm, his eyes twinkling with mischief and smile gentle. And she sort of fell in love right then and there.
Stephanie is barely eighteen, but when Hankyung says with his soft voice and funny accent Come back with me, to China, she agreed without really thinking. Yes, yes of course, she had said, blinded by love and the promise of a happy ever after.
It’s cold, it’s so cold, she though as she rubbed her arms in an attempt to warm them up and failing. Hankyung, where are you? She shivered, fisting her hands in the folds of her white dress. He’s supposed to be here an hour ago, she mused, wishing she had bought a coat.
Stephanie waits for him to come and sweep her off her feet, take her away to an unknown land and live a different kind of fairytale, because that’s what lovers do.
Stephanie waits, and waits, and waits.
time and space
sj/snsd ; siwon/yuri ; pg ; angst ; 195w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
They were in love, had been in love, but Yuri’s not sure if they are still.
She takes a glance at the man lying with his back to her beside her, rakes he eyes over the steady rise and fall of his back. She wants very much to hold on to those broad shoulders, cling to him like her life depended on it, but he’s too far away, a galaxy away from her. Yuri bites her lip and shifts a little closer, brushing her hand over his ebony hair.
She wonders if Siwon ever felt the same way, like there’s too much space between them even when they’re lying on the same bed, an arm’s length away.
Yuri wonders when he stopped being the center of her universe. Maybe that night when he came home late and smelled like someone else, the guilt he had hidden in his eyes easily read by her, because that’s just how well she knows him. Yuri wondered when exactly she fell out of love with him.
Siwon shifts in his sleep, mumbling something that suspiciously sounded like her name and Yuri’s heart cracked around the edges, and caves in.
if i could ride a time machine and meet you (i wouldn’t wish for anything else)
sj/snsd ; sungmin/sunny ; pg ; angst ; 370w
a/n: From Time Machine PV.
Sunkyu is a time traveler. She jumps through time and space and defies laws of physics to be in a moment in the past, and alter tiny little things just so the present could be a better place for her and for everyone else. She never dares to visit the future though. To be perfectly honest, she’s terrified of the future and everything that comes along with it. This always worked for Sunkyu, and she’s perfectly content with the way things are.
But there’s a flaw in the plan when she meets a young man, one fine summer day in 1863.
He saw her just as she materialized in the meadow where he’s shepherding a flock of sheep. Sunkyu slaps herself inwardly for being so careless but he doesn’t look the least bit surprised.
He’s kind, all gentle smiles and polite gestures, and there’s this intelligent gleam in his eyes she likes. She learns that his name is Lee Sungmin, and, to make long story short, she fell in love.
(though at first he did frown at her appearance, a girl who cuts her hair short like a boy’s and wears trousers and metallic jackets.)
Sunkyu spends more and more time at the meadow and by Sungmin’s side, and she’d never thought she’d say this but she’s lost track of time with each visit to 1863.
One day Sungmin kisses her under a large beech tree with a sad smile on his face and the taste of goodbye in his lips. Sunkyu holds on tighter to his arms because, no matter how much she knows it’s not true, she wishes that whatever they had right now would last forever.
As much as I love you, Sungmin says, voice small and weary. You belong in 2074.
When she returns to present time, Sunkyu collapses to the cold floor of her apartment, body wracking in sobs as she wounds her arms around her trembling form to keep herself together. She wishes they were Sungmin’s.
Sunkyu tears off the time travel watch from her wrist and stepped on it without thinking anymore. The fragile glass cracked under her feet and the hands of time twisted and broke, the sound deafening in the silence.
living lies
super junior ; eunhyuk/donghae ; pg ; angst ; 296w
Hyukjae knows it’s always been Donghae’s dream to wait at the altar as the girl of his dreams walks down the aisle towards him. She’d be beautiful and gentle and soft spoken just like Donghae himself. His mother would adore her and she’d be the perfect wife.
Hyukjae knows that this day would come, but believing it would happen and actually seeing it happen are two very different things.
He’s standing behind Donghae, his best friend of almost twenty years, wishing he could be anywhere but here.
The rest of what was Super Junior sat in the front row with Donghae’s mother and brother, all of them wearing identical, wide smiles. Hyukjae has the same smile plastered on his face but his jaw hurts. Donghae is nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another, playing with the sleeves of his white suit, and Hyukjae stares at his back with regret and so many unsaid words.
The door at the end of the chapel opened slowly, revealing the bride in a simple white gown and long flowing train. She glides down the aisle with natural grace, the face behind the veil smiling and bright eyes shining. Ji Ae is every man’s ideal woman, pretty and kind and a wonderful cook, the one you’d want to spend the rest of your life with and the one you’d want to be having your children. Her eyes are sparkling with unshed tears and Donghae’s back tensed as she drew nearer.
She reached the altar and Donghae took her hand, his handsome face looking ten years younger as he choked back tears of happiness. At the front row, Donghae’s mother and Ryeowook started crying, and what was left of Hyukjae’s heart crumbled away, that bright grin still on his face.
learning to breathe
super junior ; kyuhyun/sungmin ; pg ; angst, romance ; 417w
a/n: Kinda inspired by Kat’s The Tinman’s Tale.
There’s an empty space on the left side of Kyuhyun’s chest. It’s dark and gaping and he doesn’t know what goes in there, or how he should fill it. Sometimes at night it would ache around the edges like an old wound, making him double over in pain and grapple over it helplessly as he gasped for breath, writhing on the sheets.
That’s how it’s always been, that hole has been there ever since he could remember and he’s learned to accept that nothing could fill the void.
Except.
One day a young man walked into his life. He’s small and kind and gentle and so soft spoken. His name’s Sungmin, and he has really warm hands that Kyuhyun liked to hold. When he first saw the hole in Kyuhyun’s chest he didn’t flinch or shy away like others, but smiled and took him to the amusement park and bought him ice cream.
It's called a date, Sungmin said, pink blush in his cheeks as Kyuhyun lapped up his chocolate ice cream thoughtfully.
A few days later Sungmin sat him down on the couch with a serious expression on his face and said, Kyuhyun, there’s something very important of mine that I want you to take care of.
Kyuhyun fidgeted nervously in his seat because why would Sungmin trust something so valuable to him, when they barely knew each other? His eyes widened as the left side of Sungmin’s chest swung open like a little door. He grinned at Kyuhyun’s shocked expression, before reaching inside and withdrew something from inside his chest.
Slowly, Sungmin unfurled his fingers and there, sitting on his palm was a small glass heart, reflecting the fluorescent light and making little specks of color dance on the walls. Kyuhyun’s eyes widened even more as Sungmin broke the glass heart in half, a prefect, clean cut running across the middle of it, and returned one of the pieces back inside his chest. He winced as the little door that is his chest clicked closed, but his smile is bright when he held his hand out to Kyuhyun.
There’s a gentle smile on Sungmin’s lips and Kyuhyun realized that his face is close, much too close. He can feel Sungmin’s hand and the glass heart nearing his chest, and Sungmin’s peppermint breath on his cheeks, and Kyuhyun closed his eyes.
The piece of the little glass heart clicked into Kyuhyun’s chest, like it was made to belong there, as Sungmin’s lips finally met his.
dear true love
infinite ; woohyun/sunggyu ; pg ; apocalypse fic
a/n: From old/new. Title is from Sleeping At Last’s song.
The sky is falling down, Sunggyu knows it. The horizon is tinged with red and purple and deep, deep blue, and it’s so beautiful and frightening but Sunggyu’s not scared. The earth is rumbling, ripping open and swallowing cars, buildings, people. There’s screaming everywhere, desperate prayers to a God nobody believes in until now, skyscrapers knocking into each other and collapsing like a domino, deafening.
As the world crashes around him, Sunggyu muses on his life, about childhood memories and nagging parents and so many lost loves and broken hearts. Somewhere above them, a star explodes, and it’s blinding, before everything turns to black and darkness envelopes him, envelopes them all. Out of habit more than anything else he reaches for Woohyun’s hand next to him. It’s always been there, half a step behind him and ready to catch Sunggyu when he trips and falls. Warmth spreads from Woohyun’s fingers and into Sunggyu’s own body.
He swings their hands back and forth as if they were five years old again, as if the world isn’t crumbling. Woohyun’s fingers are too large and too long and grip his hand a little too hard (it’s perfect), and Sunggyu catches himself before a love struck giggle can spill from his lips.
It frustrates him now more than ever, that he’s spent his whole life looking at the wrong direction and chasing after people who ends up crushing his poor delicate heart anyway, when the one he’s looking for is the one who always pushes him forward and puts the pieces back together. It’s ironic and dramatic and also at the same time romantic that he realizes this when the world is going to end. He might as well be living a romance novel.
But Woohyun understands even when no words pass between them. His hand on Sunggyu’s cheek is warm and Sunggyu leans into his touch, before their lips meet in their first and last kiss (how appropriate, Sunggyu thinks). Their lips molded perfectly with each other like they’ve done this forever, and above them another star explodes and heat washes over their dying planet. Sunggyu’s heart’s beating a million miles an hour as if determined to fulfill a lifetime of beats !before it’s forced to stop, and when he put’s his hand to Woohyun’s chest, his heart is doing the same.
Sunggyu giggles despite the situation and Woohyun smiles and he knows everything will be okay.
Are you scared? Woohyun whispers to his ear, holding him close like when they were seven and locked out in the snow. Sunggyu shakes his head and almost sighs when he feels the ground rumbling again.
Because I have you, he doesn’t say that part out loud but Sunggyu knows that Woohyun knows, and everything will be okay.
And if they’re lucky, they’ll meet again in the next life.
you see these shackles? baby, i'm your slave
infinite ; myungsoo/Sungyeol ; pg-15 ; smut (a little) ; 304w
a/n: Written before Infinite held their Encore concert, obviously.
“Sexyback? Really?”
Sungyeol could hear the faintest hint of sarcasm dripping n Myungsoo’s voice but chose to ignore it, flipping a page on the magazine he’s reading while humming vaguely. So what if he chose to do that particular song for his solo? It’s not like he needs Myungsoo’s permission anyway.
Myungsoo however, seemed to think the opposite.
“Who said you could?” he whispered, eyes narrowed as he scooted closer so he’s pressed up at Sungyeol’s side. Sungyeol flipped another page nonchalantly, by now used to Myungsoo’s childish, possessive side.
“Uh, me. So what? It’ll make the fans go crazy,” he shrugged. Myungsoo growled softly at the back of his throat and began pressing rough kisses to the side of Sungyeol’s neck, making a shiver run down his spine.
“And what’s this I hear from the boss about performing bare-chested and being chained up?” Myungsoo’s trailing open mouthed kisses along his jaw line now, and Sungyeol closed his eyes and sighed, the magazine forgotten. Myungsoo’s hand creeps under his shirt and Sungyeol thinks it’s unfair, how he can always get to him like this.
“It - it’s all part of the concept,” Sungyeol gasped in half pain, half pleasure as Myungsoo bit down on his collarbone. He can feel the boy smirking to his skin, the damn bastard. “Why? You don’t like it?”
Without warning, Myungsoo swung a leg over Sungyeol’s thighs and straddled his hips, mouth hovering so tantalizingly close to Sungyeol’s. There’s a grin on his face as he threaded his fingers to Sungyeol’s fiery hair and tugged lightly, making him moan.
“No, it’s just… I should be the only one to see you like that.”
Sungyeol was just opening his mouth to reply with a snappy retort but then Myungsoo grinded his ass down to his crotch and all coherence is gone.
004. last time 8/100
infinite (100 fics challenge) ; hoya/dongwoo ; pg ; angst ; 449w
The air is warm and crisp as Hoya jogged to the park bench where he knew Dongwoo would be waiting. His heart raced with worry for the other boy, and a bit of relief seeped into him when he finally spotted him, sitting hunched with a thin jacket draped around his shoulders, and Hoya suddenly thought how small and fragile Dongwoo really is.
Dongwoo jerked and looked up with wide frightened eyes when he heard Hoya’s footsteps, and Hoya’s heart cracked around the edges at the desperate, helpless glint in the other boy’s eyes. he heard his name slipping from those cracked lips, and Hoya unconsciously fastened his steps.
“Dongwoo, what happened? Did something - oh my god, Dongwoo, what happened to your arm!?” he screeched when he caught sight of the shirt wrapped around Dongwoo’s forearm, dark stain across it and the fouls stench of blood invading his senses. He gagged but gritted his teeth and sat down beside the trembling Dongwoo, pulling him into his arms.
“Hoya, it - it won’t stop Dongwoo whispered, free hand clutching at Hoya’s white shirt and leaving a bloody handprint. It disgusted him, but Hoya would never tell him that. “I cut myself and - and the blood won’t stop, I didn’t - know what to do, where to go, I -“
Even in the dim light of the moon and the stars Hoya could see that Dongwoo’s face is pale and almost yellowish, bony shoulders sticking to his sides as Hoya held back tears, held back his heart from breaking more than it already has because he’s the only one Dongwoo has left.
“I’m sorry,” Dongwoo said between hiccups later that night, as Hoya bandaged his arm in his room. He’s hugging one of Hoya’s pillows, breathing in deeply and inhaling the younger’s scent as he tried to control his sobs. Hoya looked up, saw the hopelessness in his eyes, and averted his gaze back to his task, swallowing the lump in his throat.
“It won’t happen again, I promise. I won’t cut myself again, I’m sorry for making you worry, I’m so sorry -“
But that’s what he said last time, and the scars are still fresh and pink in his arms, so Hoya pushed him back into the bed and kissed him senseless, kissed him so hard and desperately until his jaw ached and Dongwoo started crying again.
He lets Dongwoo sleep in his room that night, in his bed, in his arms, restless breathing against his neck, and Hoya finally broke, tears spilling to Dongwoo’s hair, his hold on Dongwoo tightening. He wished he could kiss the pain and the hurt from Dongwoo as easy as he kissed the tears away.
063. sunshine ; 9/100
Infinite (100 fics challenge) ; hoya/sungjong ; g ; gen
a/n: Written before any of the Second Invasion concerts were held so yeah.
Hoya’s reminded of the sun every time he looks at Sungjong. Always so bright and a little blinding, warm light radiating from his smiles, from his small, soft hands and the glint in his eyes when he danced.
The sun still shone even when Sungjong’s exhausted or disappointed or angry though the light would be a little dim, like an overcast day. Hoya hates it, so he’d always be the one to pull the maknae to his lap and run his hands through his hair, whispering words of comfort. Then the sun in Sungjong would be bright again, just how Hoya likes it.
And now, waiting backstage for Second Invasion to start, the light radiating off the youngest is brighter than ever, he’s practically glowing in excitement and anticipation and pure, raw happiness. It blinds Hoya’s eyes and it hurt, but in a good kind of way.
Suddenly Sungjong turned to him, and the light dimmed a little.
“Hoya-hyung,” he said, voice small and frightened and it tugged painfully at Hoya’s heartstrings. “What if I mess up? What if my voice cracks? What if I fall on stage?”
Hoya laughed and pulled Sungjong into his arms and making the stylists screech and rush over to fix Sungjong’s hair. But Sungjong doesn’t seem to mind.
“You’ll be fine,” that’s all Hoya said because he’s a man of few words and that’s all Sungjong needs to hear anyway. A smile forms in Sungjong’s lips, and Hoya’s eyes began to water because the light surrounding Sungjong is so bright, too bright, but he doesn’t look away.