untitled drabble dump.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - angst - character death - 203 words
prompt: xiusoo angst (for Paski)
Cold hands touch smooth skin. "You're always cold," Kyungsoo whispers. He leans towards Minseok's hand, finding the strength to chuckle even with the blood seeping out from his chest.
Minseok's breath shudders. "Don't laugh, you fucker. You're dying, and you have the gall to start laughing."
It makes Kyungsoo laugh harder, moving the blood-covered hand applying pressure to his wound so that he can pull Minseok away from his face. "Come on now. Don't cry. You've always been the stronger one between the two of us."
"I'm strong when I'm with you. Don't leave me."
Kyungsoo feels it. He feels the earth on the other side of the sky pulling him back. He always knew that going to the other side, meeting his other half, Jongdae, and falling in love with Minseok by accident was a bad idea. He always felt the spirits of time and death working together to bring him back to his side of the dimension, to protect the Tree of Life from the earth that he truly belongs in.
As Minseok holds him tight before his soul and body slip back to the proper world, he knows that he belongs here too, in Minseok's arms, in Minseok's heart.
kyungsoo/xiumin - pg - (pre-)smut - 265 words
prompt: anything with Kyungsoo being possessive over Minseok (for Nat)
"Kiss me."
Minseok stares at him, a little tipsy from the drinks that Luhan bought for him since the younger man was celebrating his birthday. Kyungsoo tagged along hesitantly, not really used to Minseok's much older friends. He awkwardly drank whatever Luhan gave him, silently seething when Luhan sat a little too close to Minseok or placed a casual hand on his shoulder or thigh.
"What?" he slurs his words a little. Minseok places the key into the lock but doesn't turn it. He places a hand on the wall, leaning towards Kyungsoo. He just glares at Minseok, too ashamed to repeat the words again.
Minseok loves it when Kyungsoo is like this, when the seven-year age gap between them is obvious and Minseok can see the rebellious twenty-one year old in Kyungsoo's beautiful, large eyes. He especially loves it when Kyungsoo grips his shirt and pulls him in roughly, not caring if they clash more than kiss.
"I hate this. I hate this so much," Kyungsoo mumbles. He smells like alcohol too.
"Tell me, Kyungsoo." He pins the younger male against the wall and nips his earlobe. He knows that Kyungsoo loves that, and he gets a shuddering moan in response.
"I hate it when others touch you. I hate it when others look at you. I want you to be all mine forever. Mine, mine, mine." He further emphasizes it by turning them around and biting Minseok's ear hard.
Minseok pulls him into a bone-crushing hug and smiles against his hair. He loves this side of Kyungsoo. "Yours. All yours."
kyungsoo/xiumin - pg - (post-)smut - 274 words
prompt: xiusoo cuddling (for me!)
Kyungsoo can't sleep. Usually, he'd be knocked out with Minseok right after sex, but there's a new excitement running through his veins right now. It's not because Minseok didn't drive him up against the headboard with all his eagerness to touch like how they always did it.
It's because Minseok took his time, hands roaming the planes of Kyungsoo's soft body, pressing against him as closely as he can because he wants to feel all of Kyungsoo now, not just the slide of skin against skin and the thrill of a quick and easy fuck. He wants more than that, and Kyungsoo felt it.
Kyungsoo wanted it too.
He knows that Minseok's awake too. They've been messing around for a month now, and they've agreed to let the other sleep over every night to make it as casual as possible. Minseok usually holds Kyungsoo close and traces patterns on his back until he falls asleep and his hand rests at the small of Kyungsoo's back.
His hand is still moving and his lips are moving slightly, as if he's trying to tell Kyungsoo something or kissing his hair. Kyungsoo pulls away from his embrace, sitting up and looking at Minseok trying to sleep.
"Get back down here," Minseok orders, pulling him down to an even tighter embrace. "Can't sleep?"
"Yeah," answers Kyungsoo. "You too?"
"Well, we're both here, aren't we?" Minseok chuckles, sliding down slightly to face Kyungsoo directly. He fixes Kyungsoo's messy hair and smiles at him.
This is the first time that Kyungsoo's seen Minseok smile like that. This is the first time that Kyungsoo's ever smiled like that at anyone too.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff - 551 words
"Kyungsoo? What are you doing?" Minseok steps into the kitchen, brows furrowed as he looks at the mess of bowls and batter and vanilla extract on top of the counter. Kyungsoo stares at him.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm baking," he answers. Kyungsoo goes back to mixing the chocolate chips into the batter mix. Minseok looks still the cookbook in front of Kyungsoo and sees a recipe for lemon squares. He's certainly making this by pure luck and faulty memory.
"Yes, but why? There's no occasion." Minseok takes one of their wet rags in the kitchen to wipe off some of the flour on the counter's surface. Kyungsoo has never been this messy, and Minseok always appreciated the value he gives to cleanliness. Compared to the other members, Kyungsoo is a saint in Minseok's eyes.
"That's the occasion. The fact that we actually have the time to be this bored," Kyungsoo sighs and puts down the bowl. "I'm bored even while doing this. I really don't know what we did back then when our lives weren't so hectic and busy."
Minseok closes the cookbook, suddenly tempted to buy some lemon squares from the bakery a few blocks away from their dorm building. But Kyungsoo does this thing where he draws back from everyone and holds a grudge when they don't eat and praise his food, so that doesn't seem like a good idea.
"I'll help you out."
"What?" Kyungsoo grins at the thought. "You'll bake with me?"
"Sure, why not?" Minseok slides into the spot beside Kyungsoo. An idea hits him. "But I heard there are a few rules you have to follow when you bake with someone."
Kyungsoo raises his eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. First," Minseok dips his fingers in some of the excess flour and smears it on Kyungsoo's cheek, raising a finger before Kyungsoo can start complaining, "you have to put flour on the other person's face."
Kyungsoo takes his revenge instantly, grabbing a handful of flour and rubbing it all over Minseok's face. "What horrible skin those people who invented those rules must have."
Minseok laughs at that, wiping off the flour on his eyebrows. "Second, wipe off a bit on the other's face." He cups Kyungsoo's face and spreads the white around his cheeks with his thumb.
"That part isn't working out so well, is it?" Kyungsoo laughs and tries to clean up Minseok's face. He fails too, and they both end up looking like Effie Trinket with less outrageous hair.
"So what's the next rule?" Kyungsoo asks, smirking when Minseok looks like he's stuck.
"I'm sure there's another rule; I seem to have forgotten it though," Minseok murmurs. Kyungsoo grins devilishly, and Minseok isn't sure if he likes that look on Kyungsoo's face.
"I know what it is," says Kyungsoo. Minseok raises his eyebrow at him, but he goes along and nods at Kyungsoo to continue.
"The third rule is," Kyungsoo dips a finger in the chocolate mix and leaves a layer of it on Minseok's lips, "do as many vaguely suggestive things as you can." Minseok takes his wrist and licks off all the chocolate, sliding Kyungsoo's finger out of his mouth with a soft pop.
"And then you can make out," Minseok suggests. Kyungsoo smiles at him and nods.
"Agreed."
kris/suho - g - fluff - 262 words
Joonmyun loves Yifan. He does. He really does.
That doesn't make it easier for Joonmyun to sleep while his partner of five years snores like a drill making a hole through a wall.
Really. It's that loud.
Maybe it's sort of Joonmyun's fault. With his spare time, he went to a proper school to learn how to cook. He learned and improved and what used to be inedible is now relatively good, and Yifan always went home early just so that he could have dinner and eat Joonmyun's cooking.
"This is good," Yifan says through a spoonful of sweet and sour pork in his mouth. Joonmyun smiles and wipes his mouth with a napkin.
"This is really good." Yifan takes more rice from the bowl, grinning sheepishly when there's no more left. "Oops?"
"Oh god, I could eat this forever." Yifan stuffs another cookie into his mouth, feeding some to its baker.
And now, Joonmyun regrets feeding Yifan until he gained ten pounds without realizing it. Sure, he looks really good with more fat in his cheeks, and Yifan's bony hips finally stopped digging into Joonmyun's ass during sex. But still! The snoring is unbearable!
Joonmyun loves Yifan too much to put on earplugs, so he turns away from Yifan and buries an ear into his pillow. After all these years of being together, Yifan apparently developed a sense of "I should press my body as close as possible to Joonmyun."
Now Joonmyun has one ear that's soundproofed and another ear that has a mouth snoring loudly into it.
Well, that's love.
a/n: I just had to clear out some unpublished fics from my tab. this will be locked in 3 days. if you want to see my locked fics, my friending post is opened for a few days. I'll be accepting requests :-)
prompt: xiusoo angst (for Paski)
Cold hands touch smooth skin. "You're always cold," Kyungsoo whispers. He leans towards Minseok's hand, finding the strength to chuckle even with the blood seeping out from his chest.
Minseok's breath shudders. "Don't laugh, you fucker. You're dying, and you have the gall to start laughing."
It makes Kyungsoo laugh harder, moving the blood-covered hand applying pressure to his wound so that he can pull Minseok away from his face. "Come on now. Don't cry. You've always been the stronger one between the two of us."
"I'm strong when I'm with you. Don't leave me."
Kyungsoo feels it. He feels the earth on the other side of the sky pulling him back. He always knew that going to the other side, meeting his other half, Jongdae, and falling in love with Minseok by accident was a bad idea. He always felt the spirits of time and death working together to bring him back to his side of the dimension, to protect the Tree of Life from the earth that he truly belongs in.
As Minseok holds him tight before his soul and body slip back to the proper world, he knows that he belongs here too, in Minseok's arms, in Minseok's heart.
kyungsoo/xiumin - pg - (pre-)smut - 265 words
prompt: anything with Kyungsoo being possessive over Minseok (for Nat)
"Kiss me."
Minseok stares at him, a little tipsy from the drinks that Luhan bought for him since the younger man was celebrating his birthday. Kyungsoo tagged along hesitantly, not really used to Minseok's much older friends. He awkwardly drank whatever Luhan gave him, silently seething when Luhan sat a little too close to Minseok or placed a casual hand on his shoulder or thigh.
"What?" he slurs his words a little. Minseok places the key into the lock but doesn't turn it. He places a hand on the wall, leaning towards Kyungsoo. He just glares at Minseok, too ashamed to repeat the words again.
Minseok loves it when Kyungsoo is like this, when the seven-year age gap between them is obvious and Minseok can see the rebellious twenty-one year old in Kyungsoo's beautiful, large eyes. He especially loves it when Kyungsoo grips his shirt and pulls him in roughly, not caring if they clash more than kiss.
"I hate this. I hate this so much," Kyungsoo mumbles. He smells like alcohol too.
"Tell me, Kyungsoo." He pins the younger male against the wall and nips his earlobe. He knows that Kyungsoo loves that, and he gets a shuddering moan in response.
"I hate it when others touch you. I hate it when others look at you. I want you to be all mine forever. Mine, mine, mine." He further emphasizes it by turning them around and biting Minseok's ear hard.
Minseok pulls him into a bone-crushing hug and smiles against his hair. He loves this side of Kyungsoo. "Yours. All yours."
kyungsoo/xiumin - pg - (post-)smut - 274 words
prompt: xiusoo cuddling (for me!)
Kyungsoo can't sleep. Usually, he'd be knocked out with Minseok right after sex, but there's a new excitement running through his veins right now. It's not because Minseok didn't drive him up against the headboard with all his eagerness to touch like how they always did it.
It's because Minseok took his time, hands roaming the planes of Kyungsoo's soft body, pressing against him as closely as he can because he wants to feel all of Kyungsoo now, not just the slide of skin against skin and the thrill of a quick and easy fuck. He wants more than that, and Kyungsoo felt it.
Kyungsoo wanted it too.
He knows that Minseok's awake too. They've been messing around for a month now, and they've agreed to let the other sleep over every night to make it as casual as possible. Minseok usually holds Kyungsoo close and traces patterns on his back until he falls asleep and his hand rests at the small of Kyungsoo's back.
His hand is still moving and his lips are moving slightly, as if he's trying to tell Kyungsoo something or kissing his hair. Kyungsoo pulls away from his embrace, sitting up and looking at Minseok trying to sleep.
"Get back down here," Minseok orders, pulling him down to an even tighter embrace. "Can't sleep?"
"Yeah," answers Kyungsoo. "You too?"
"Well, we're both here, aren't we?" Minseok chuckles, sliding down slightly to face Kyungsoo directly. He fixes Kyungsoo's messy hair and smiles at him.
This is the first time that Kyungsoo's seen Minseok smile like that. This is the first time that Kyungsoo's ever smiled like that at anyone too.
kyungsoo/xiumin - g - fluff - 551 words
"Kyungsoo? What are you doing?" Minseok steps into the kitchen, brows furrowed as he looks at the mess of bowls and batter and vanilla extract on top of the counter. Kyungsoo stares at him.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm baking," he answers. Kyungsoo goes back to mixing the chocolate chips into the batter mix. Minseok looks still the cookbook in front of Kyungsoo and sees a recipe for lemon squares. He's certainly making this by pure luck and faulty memory.
"Yes, but why? There's no occasion." Minseok takes one of their wet rags in the kitchen to wipe off some of the flour on the counter's surface. Kyungsoo has never been this messy, and Minseok always appreciated the value he gives to cleanliness. Compared to the other members, Kyungsoo is a saint in Minseok's eyes.
"That's the occasion. The fact that we actually have the time to be this bored," Kyungsoo sighs and puts down the bowl. "I'm bored even while doing this. I really don't know what we did back then when our lives weren't so hectic and busy."
Minseok closes the cookbook, suddenly tempted to buy some lemon squares from the bakery a few blocks away from their dorm building. But Kyungsoo does this thing where he draws back from everyone and holds a grudge when they don't eat and praise his food, so that doesn't seem like a good idea.
"I'll help you out."
"What?" Kyungsoo grins at the thought. "You'll bake with me?"
"Sure, why not?" Minseok slides into the spot beside Kyungsoo. An idea hits him. "But I heard there are a few rules you have to follow when you bake with someone."
Kyungsoo raises his eyebrow. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. First," Minseok dips his fingers in some of the excess flour and smears it on Kyungsoo's cheek, raising a finger before Kyungsoo can start complaining, "you have to put flour on the other person's face."
Kyungsoo takes his revenge instantly, grabbing a handful of flour and rubbing it all over Minseok's face. "What horrible skin those people who invented those rules must have."
Minseok laughs at that, wiping off the flour on his eyebrows. "Second, wipe off a bit on the other's face." He cups Kyungsoo's face and spreads the white around his cheeks with his thumb.
"That part isn't working out so well, is it?" Kyungsoo laughs and tries to clean up Minseok's face. He fails too, and they both end up looking like Effie Trinket with less outrageous hair.
"So what's the next rule?" Kyungsoo asks, smirking when Minseok looks like he's stuck.
"I'm sure there's another rule; I seem to have forgotten it though," Minseok murmurs. Kyungsoo grins devilishly, and Minseok isn't sure if he likes that look on Kyungsoo's face.
"I know what it is," says Kyungsoo. Minseok raises his eyebrow at him, but he goes along and nods at Kyungsoo to continue.
"The third rule is," Kyungsoo dips a finger in the chocolate mix and leaves a layer of it on Minseok's lips, "do as many vaguely suggestive things as you can." Minseok takes his wrist and licks off all the chocolate, sliding Kyungsoo's finger out of his mouth with a soft pop.
"And then you can make out," Minseok suggests. Kyungsoo smiles at him and nods.
"Agreed."
kris/suho - g - fluff - 262 words
Joonmyun loves Yifan. He does. He really does.
That doesn't make it easier for Joonmyun to sleep while his partner of five years snores like a drill making a hole through a wall.
Really. It's that loud.
Maybe it's sort of Joonmyun's fault. With his spare time, he went to a proper school to learn how to cook. He learned and improved and what used to be inedible is now relatively good, and Yifan always went home early just so that he could have dinner and eat Joonmyun's cooking.
"This is good," Yifan says through a spoonful of sweet and sour pork in his mouth. Joonmyun smiles and wipes his mouth with a napkin.
"This is really good." Yifan takes more rice from the bowl, grinning sheepishly when there's no more left. "Oops?"
"Oh god, I could eat this forever." Yifan stuffs another cookie into his mouth, feeding some to its baker.
And now, Joonmyun regrets feeding Yifan until he gained ten pounds without realizing it. Sure, he looks really good with more fat in his cheeks, and Yifan's bony hips finally stopped digging into Joonmyun's ass during sex. But still! The snoring is unbearable!
Joonmyun loves Yifan too much to put on earplugs, so he turns away from Yifan and buries an ear into his pillow. After all these years of being together, Yifan apparently developed a sense of "I should press my body as close as possible to Joonmyun."
Now Joonmyun has one ear that's soundproofed and another ear that has a mouth snoring loudly into it.
Well, that's love.
a/n: I just had to clear out some unpublished fics from my tab. this will be locked in 3 days. if you want to see my locked fics, my friending post is opened for a few days. I'll be accepting requests :-)