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✮ old ficlets from tumblr & askfm + a fill @ epm. reposting here for safekeeping purpose ;u;
01.
a heartful of sugar;
kris/suho; g; funfair!au
☆ written for wumyeons! ♡ originally posted here.
Junmyeon drags himself across the fun fair. He watches as the neon lights are being flicked off, leaving only dim light bulbs atop each of the huge tents pitched up on the ground. The fair is quiet now, a contrast to how it was an hour ago. Junmyeon checks his watch. It’s almost 1 in the morning. He inwardly groans, wanting to become one with his bed as soon as possible. He had an especially rough day, with some of the kids wanting to sit on his large boots and pull at his curly, rainbow wig.
He almost reaches the staff’s locker room when he hears a voice calling him from afar.
“Hey, Mister Clown!”
Junmyeon thinks that’s him. He turns towards the voice and sees a man with a fluorescent pink cotton candy machine waving at him. Junmyeon’s face heats up when the man persistently flailing his gangly arms in order to get his attention. He shrugs, walking over to the grinning man.
“Hi,” the man says, smiling at him.
“Hi.” Junmyeon peers at the other. So, this is the handsome cotton candy hyung the kids always talk about. Junmyeon has been working as a part-time clown in the fun fair for almost a week now but hasn’t got the chance to meet the popular cotton candy guy. Junmyeon wonders how did this man end up spinning cotton candy for kids when he could be a model, for God’s sake. Long limbs, golden hair, perfectly sculpted face. Junmyeon feels silly standing there in his mismatched clown jumpsuit.
“So, Mister Clown,” the blond says nonchalantly, standing up. “Would you like some cotton candy? You seem kinda down.”
Junmyeon blinks. “Yeah, sure, Cotton Candy Guy.”
Junmyeon watches intently as the blond inserts two spoonfuls of sugar into a slot in the machine and switches it on, causing the tiny machine to make a quiet whirring sound. Not long after, threads of white fluffy cloud-like stuff start to form at the base of the metal bowl in the machine.
“Watch this,” the blond says, producing a large wooden stick from the front pocket of his apron. He carefully dips the stick in the middle of the bowl and gently twirls it with practiced ease. Junmyeon is entranced as he stares at the way the cotton candy starts to gather around the stick. He feels like a child, absorbed in the whiteness and fluffiness of the candy floss.
“Thank you,” Junmyeon whispers, staring at the huge ball of floss thrust at him. He takes it and gulps a mouthful of cotton candy. It melts in his mouth, filling his tongue with softness and sweetness that makes him feel like floating in the clouds.
He catches Cotton Candy Guy’s gaze on him, amusement in his eyes. Junmyeon chokes a little, feeling heat travel up his face. Even with the white paint still covering his face, he doubts it will cover the flush that’s currently dusting his cheeks pink.
Junmyeon carefully places down the cotton candy stick on its stand on the machine and pulls out a small balloon. The blond in front of him tilts his head sideways, watching as Junmyeon silently pumps the balloon with some air and with a few twists of his wrists, a certain shape is beginning to form.
“Here, Cotton Candy Guy,” Junmyeon says, presenting his handiwork rather proudly. “A puppy for you.”
Cotton Candy Guy laughs, cradling the puppy-shaped balloon with his large hands. Junmyeon kind of wants to float in the clouds for real because Cotton Candy Guy looks a thousand more attractive when he laughs like that, showing his gums and teeth and all.
“Thank you, Mister Clown,” the tall blond says, still smiling that gummy smile of his. “By the way, my name is Yifan, not Cotton Candy Guy.”
Junmyeon huffs a little, scrunching his red-painted nose. “And my name is Junmyeon, not Mister Clown.”
Junmyeon smiles for the first time that day when Yifan promptly puts the green puppy balloon in front of his face, apologizing cutely and offering to buy him coffee some time.
Today is not a bad day at all, Junmyeon grins.
02.
saving little prince;
kris/kid!sehun; g; au
☆ originally posted here.
“Cheese, check. Milk, check. Cereals, check. Body wash, check. Dishwashing liquid, check. Soda drinks-”
Yifan scans the shopping list in his hand, muttering quietly under his breath as he pushes the cart languidly. He turns into an aisle that houses various brands of colorful soda drinks and beverages. A particular brand catches his attention and he tries not to squeal as he sees the picture of his favorite girl group donning the label of the bottle. He swoops two bottles in his arms and dumps them into his cart. He’s almost done.
Yifan is trying to maneuver the cart when he hears muffled whimpering sound coming from the end of the empty aisle. He pauses and stays silent, and then after a while, the sound materializes again. Yifan frowns and leaves his cart near the shelf as he makes his way towards the source of the hiccuping noise.
He pops his head around the corner of the large shelf and sees a little boy, around four years old, crouching on the floor. His small shoulders tremble as he hiccups and the sight tugs at Yifan’s heart.
“Um, hey,” Yifan says, tentatively touching the boy’s shoulder.
The boy looks up, his eyes red and puffy from too much crying. Fresh tear tracks decorate his flushed cheeks and his lips pull down in a perfect inverted C-shape as he tries to contain his sobs.
“What are you doing here by yourself? Did you get separated from your mom?” Yifan asks as he kneels beside the boy.
The boy shakes his head as he wipes his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “Papa brought me here. Papa said to wait for him when he goes to get some carrots because Bunny loves carrots but I didn’t listen to Papa and I came here alone to get some drinks for him and then-” he sniffles and wipes his nose before continuing, “But then I don’t know how to go back or where Papa is and I got scared so I cried. But Sehunnie is not a crybaby, that’s for sure!”
Yifan chuckles at the boy’s cute remarks. “So your name is Sehun? I’m Yifan. Call me Yifan-hyung, okay?”
Sehun tilts his head to one side, cradling a bottle of orange juice in his small arms. “Ee-pan? Why is your name so weird, hyung?”
“That’s because I’m Chinese,” Yifan says, still chuckling. “Now let’s go find your dad. Hyung will help you.”
“But Papa said I shouldn’t follow strangers especially if they offer me candies,” Sehun says, his eyebrows knitting together as he contemplates the thought. “But hyung looks nice and kind so I’ll go with you.”
Sehun stands on his wobbly legs and clutches at Yifan’s pants as he tries to balance himself. Yifan can’t help but grin to himself as the boy sniffs one last time and follows Yifan to his cart.
“Hyung.” Yifan hears Sehun calling him and turns, only to see Sehun lifting his arms and making grabby hands at him. “Put me in the cart, please? I’m tired.”
Yifan smiles, bending down and picking the boy up before carefully placing him in the kiddie seat in the cart. Sehun yawns and swings his legs when Yifan starts to push the cart.
“What does your dad look like?” Yifan asks.
“Papa is reaaaally handsome,” Sehun replies and starts humming a popular pop song under his breath.
Yifan laughs. “I bet he is. I mean, what kind of clothes is he wearing? It would be easier to spot him if I have some image in my head.”
Sehun purses his lips cutely and taps a finger to his mouth, thinking hard. “Um, he’s wearing a good-looking shirt with handsome patterns on it, a good-looking pants and good-looking shoes. Papa is truly handsome.”
Yifan sighs softly. The search is hopeless unless somehow the picture of Sehun’s father pops in his head magically. Yifan is becoming nervous at the thought of not being able to find the boy’s father but Sehun seems…fine. He’s currently bouncing in his seat as he sings about chickens and ducks and cows.
They are approaching a customer service counter when an idea hits Yifan.
“Excuse me,” Yifan says to one of the workers. “I have a lost child here and I wonder if-”
“Nooooooooo! Hyuuuunggg~ please don’t leave me!” Sehun starts wailing and he hooks his arms around Yifan’s torso, burying his face in the blond’s shirt as he cries louder.
Yifan can’t believe this.
“Uh, sir? Isn’t he your brother? I believe he doesn’t want to be separated from you,” the worker says, eyeing Yifan accusingly.
Yifan sighs for the umpteenth time that day as Sehun continues to whine “Hyuuuuuuuunggg~” until he steers the cart away from the kids’ care center. The boy is silent again as they continue wandering around the store.
“Hyung, are you mad at me?” Sehun’s small voice reaches Yifan. The boy is wondering his lower lip, nibbling at it nervously.
“No, Sehun, I’m not mad at you,” Yifan says, ruffling the four-year-old’s soft brown hair. “I was just thinking, why did you do that?”
“I don’t want hyung to leave me,” Sehun mumbles quietly. “If I were put there, I’d have to wait for Papa alone and it’s scary.”
Yifan stops the cart and crouches to meet the boy’s eyes. “Listen, Sehun. I won’t leave you alone, okay?” He smiles. “Let’s go find your dad. I’m sure he’s worried about you.”
Just then, the music playing throughout the store stops and a jumble of notes echoes through the speakers, signaling that an announcement is to be made.
“This is a special announcement. We have a lost child in the store. We are looking for a little boy aged four years old with the name Sehun. He is wearing a blue T-shirt with a duck print, and brown trousers. If you’ve seen this child, please kindly notify a member of security. Thank you.”
Sehun blinks in wonder at the mention of his name while Yifan beams at him. “Isn’t that you, Sehun? Your dad must have been looking for you. Come on, let’s go and meet him.”
Once they near the information counter, Sehun is bouncing excitedly in his seat. “Papa! Papa!”
A man with a worried look stretched across his face immediately rushes towards them and scoops Sehun up, embracing the boy tightly.
“Where have you been, Sehunnie? I was so worried! Next time, please don’t run off like that, all right?” he chides, albeit there’s no bite in his words as he kisses the giggling boy’s cheeks.
“This hyung helped me! He’s so kind even though he has a weird name,” Sehun burbles, pointing at Yifan who’s watching the scene with a fond smile on his face.
Sehun’s father turns to him and bows, thanking him over and over again. “Thank you so much for taking care of Sehun. My name is Junmyeon,” he says, smiling brightly. Yifan rubs the back of his neck, feeling a bit flustered.
“I’m Yifan,” Yifan says, shaking the other’s hand. “It’s not a big deal. Sehun is such a nice boy.”
“Papa, invite Yifan-hyung for dinner,” Sehun whispers to his father, causing the man to blush a little.
Junmyeon smiles. “That’s right. Please come to our home for dinner when you’re free. There’s only me and Sehun, so it gets a little lonely sometimes. But hardly. Since this boy here is such a ball of energy.”
Yifan grins, “Sure, I’ll drop by sometime.” They exchange addresses and contacts, much to Sehun’s joy.
“We’re going home now,” Junmyeon says, holding Sehun’s hand. “Now, Sehunnie, what do you say to Yifan-hyung for taking care of you?”
Suddenly, Sehun releases his hold on his father and runs towards Yifan before pulling the other down. Startled, Yifan crouches and Sehun quickly wraps his arms around the blond’s neck.
“Thank you, Fan-hyung!” Sehun exclaims and plants a sloppy kiss on Yifan’s cheek, causing inevitable warmth to run through the latter’s veins. “Bye-bye! I’ll see you soon!”
A smile stays on Yifan’s lips, long after he waved Sehun and Junmyeon goodbye.
03.
oh. hi.;
kris/suho; pg (for language); au
☆ originally posted here: (1, 2) for anon who requested a Thing in which "suho queues up (for 4 days already!!!) to get the new iphone and talks to the sick chinese guy behind him" at askfm. ♡
Junmyeon wakes up when the chilly wind pokes him deep in the bones and grazes all over his skin until he involuntarily shudders at nature's rude wake-up call. He wriggles in his sleeping bag, sitting up in the comfy cocoon and blearily makes out the scene in front of him.
It's like war.
He sees all kinds of people, mostly young guys, scattered in front of the building complex. They form measly lines, separated by greasy steel barriers and yellow tapes, like those seen in crime dramas. There are a few flimsy tents popped up by the roadside, the bright colors and shapes do not seem to fit in the gray background of the buildings in the business district.
Junmyeon scrunches his nose. With this many people crowded together, it sure smells like hell. He takes out his phone and stares at it a little longer than he should. This phone will be history in a few hours, he muses. He is about to send a text to Sehun - “Be useful and get me breakfast”, he furiously starts typing - when he feels a weight on his back.
He turns, face already twisting into his self-proclaimed “really scary face” when he sees a blond head burrowing into his back. Junmyeon feels hesitant to shove him off since the guy is sound asleep, light snores filtering out of his face mask. Junmyeon takes a closer look. Damn, he's cute.
Suddenly, the guy lets out a few coughs, startling Junmyeon. Junmyeon shifts a little and the guy finally cracks open his eyes. He blinks slowly, staring at Junmyeon before coughing a few times.
“Sorry, I'm sorry,” the blond slurs, deep, throaty voice muffled by his face mask. Junmyeon notes a slight accent in the other's speech and he figures that he's not a local. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, I'm already awake,” Junmyeon says, turning his body so he's facing the blond guy. “You look sick.”
The guy looks a little sheepish as he pulls down his mask and replies, “I guess I'm a bit sick. It's been four days, you know, and my body can't really stand cold weather.”
Junmyeon notes that as he speaks, his hands fiddle with the hem of his thin jacket, and then moving to push back his hair before entrapping the messy blond strands inside a black beanie that spells out COMME DES FUCKDOWN in bold white letters at the front. Damn, he's really cute.
“I'm Junmyeon,” Junmyeon blurts out despite not knowing why he's telling his name to a total stranger in front of an Apple store. He's about to turn around and pretend they never talked to each other when the blond clearly utters, “I'm Kris,” in that baritone voice of his, a charming gummy smile stretching across his sleepy face.
Well, fuck.
“Uh,” Junmyeon says unintelligibly as he's busy cursing himself in his head for suddenly forgetting how to breathe properly. “So it's been four days. I haven't had a bath since.”
Kris chuckles as he rubs his crusty eyes. “Yeah, me too. We both stink right now but I couldn't care less. I'm getting that iPhone no matter what.”
Junmyeon smiles. “Wow, you sound really ambitious.”
“I have to win that stupid bet against my stupid friends,” he grumbles, looking exasperated. But then, he's having a coughing fit again and Junmyeon is starting to feel a little worried for him.
“Hey, have my jacket,” Junmyeon says, shoving his spare jacket into Kris's arms. “Just take it for now, I have another one.”
Kris smiles gratefully at him as he shrugs it on. It's a little small and looks ridiculous on him but he doesn't seem to mind.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, sure. Okay.”
A shrill sound followed by a burst of static startle them both. The people around them are starting to buzz, thrumming with energy as a voice announces that the most awaited iPhone 5s will be launched in a few minutes. A loud cheer erupts among the crowds and Junmyeon joins in with a small shout of his.
“Finally!” he exclaims, scrambling to his feet to get in line.
“Yeah, finally,” Kris says, grinning widely as he, too, starts to stand up.
Junmyeon almost gawks at how tall the other is before catching himself. Kris seems too flustered to notice that as he fumbles with his phone.
“Can I have your number or something?” he murmurs lowly, eyes looking uncertain. “I mean, I'll need to return your jacket to you, right?”
Junmyeon has to bite the insides of his cheeks in order to refrain himself from grinning like an idiot. He miserably fails.
“Thanks again,” Kris beams, clutching at his phone tightly after Junmyeon gave it back to him. “I'll call you, and when we meet, I'll make myself look more presentable.” He gestures to all of himself. “Not like some homeless beggar.”
When Junmyeon gets home later that afternoon - with two boxes of iPhone 5s in his hands, fuck yeah - he doesn't even get mad when Sehun merely says, “Wow, hyung, you're still alive,” at his sight.
Junmyeon is just too happy that his purchase of the iPhones comes with a free gift called Kris.
04.
can't wait to fall in love with you;
chanyeol/d.o; g; au, fluff
☆ originally posted here: (1, 2) for anon at askfm.
Chanyeol likes his part-time job, really. There are just so many perks of being a newspaper boy. Firstly, he gets to ride his bicycle (his sister's, actually) through the park without running over a few innocent children. Secondly, he loves the smell of paper and the warm, freshly-printed newspapers leave a nice, velvety touch that lingers on his fingertips for a long while. Thirdly (this is his favorite), he gets to catch a glimpse of the cute, squishy guy that lives down the street, if he's lucky.
His best friend, Jongdae said that Chanyeol is crazy because Do Kyungsoo is the kind of guy who never smiles and he always has this I-hate-everything-in-this-world-especially-your-very-existence look on his face but Chanyeol finds that adorable and charming.
Today, Chanyeol gets up early as usual to pick up newspapers from the store and deliver them to the houses in the neighborhood. He puffs up his cheeks, blowing hot breath to let it mingle with the chilly air before starting his work. He rides through the park and around the neighborhood, dutifully handing out newspapers and munching on some snacks given by the kind tofu-selling ahjumma.
He almost reaches Kyungsoo's house at the corner of the street and silently hopes that the man would appear at the doorstep in his cute bunny print pajamas to pick up his milk. Chanyeol cycles casually, a newspaper ready in his hand as he tries to balance the bicycle. he turns at the corner and as usual, throws the newspaper towards the-
Chanyeol immediately hits the brake and the bicycle screeches to a stop. He gulps, eyes rapidly widening because well, he thinks he's about to die.
Mom, thank you for taking care of me for the past 17 years.
Chanyeol wants to cry because he just threw the newspaper at Do Kyungsoo's face while the latter was drinking his banana milk in front of the house and well, the outcome is not pretty.
Kyungsoo stares unblinkingly at him, face devoid of any emotion nor expression. Chanyeol's blood drained from his face as he watches droplets of banana milk drip from Kyungsoo's hair and face, and then onto the ground, soaking the newspaper at his feet.
“Um,” Chanyeol says as he cautiously gets off his bicycle. Kyungsoo still stands there, not moving even an inch.
“I, uh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that,” Chanyeol squeaks, approaching Kyungsoo who seems to be holding his breath. Perhaps Jongdae was right about Kyungsoo hating everyone who dared steal his oxygen. His gaze could kill.
Mom, your son, Park Chanyeol really loves you.
Chanyeol quickly takes out his handkerchief and tentatively wipes it on Kyungsoo's frowning face, holding the shorter man's jaw with his free hand. The fact that Kyungsoo doesn't shove him off makes Chanyeol forget the circumstance he's in and he feels content just by looking at Kyungsoo's confused expression staring up at him.
Before his brain could process anything, Chanyeol smacks his mouth against kyungsoo's briefly - in his head, it seems like a few eternities - causing the other to flinch away.
Oh.
Shit shit shit.
Chanyeol flails and starts rambling, “Oh my God I'm so sorry I just um I always do that to my 2-year-old nephew whenever I wipe orange juice off his face I'm so sorry no wonder he hates that I'll just get out of here and never show my face near your residence ever again goodbye-”
“It's okay.”
What.
Chanyeol blinks. “What?”
“It's okay," Kyungsoo says, voice soft and whispery. Chanyeol notes the tell-tale smile threatening to break out on the other's face and his heart is on the brink of bursting into a million confetti because damn.
“Just, don't do that in public ever again, all right?” Kyungsoo murmurs, his face coloring beautifully before he scurries away and disappears behind the door, leaving Chanyeol dumbfounded on the doorsteps.
“Yeah. Okay,” Chanyeol says to the door, still gaping.
Wow, Chanyeol loves this job.
05.
so today;
baekhyun/d.o; g; au, fluff
☆ originally posted here for a prompt at exopromptmeme.
Kyungsoo has long forgotten the feeling of having woken up to an empty, cold space beside him on his - their - bed but today was an exception. He jolts in his wake, a horrible feeling engulfing him. He feels like he’s being sucked into the core of a vortex when he shifts to his side to wrap his arms around a familiar warm vessel but finds nothing.
“Baekhyun?” he instantly whispers, Baekhyun’s name playing at the tip of his tongue on default even though his mind is still numbed. The empty white sheets stare back at him in place of a silent reply.
Kyungsoo lies on his back, staring at the off-white ceiling of the room. His chest tightens as he recalls last night’s event that lead to him sleeping alone on the bed. It was stupid when he thinks about it. His lips immediately curl into a smile as Baekhyun’s flushed and angry face filters through his mind. Baekhyun looks the cutest when he’s mad.
Suddenly he hears a loud clinking sound coming from the kitchen and he immediately perks up. Curious, he rolls off the bed and pads across the hallways, making his way to the kitchen. He pauses his strides in the living room, noting a pile of blanket and pillows on the couch. His heart wrenches as he pictures his lover curl up on the uncomfortable leather couch, cocooned in a thick blanket. A delicious aroma floats around the small apartment and Kyungsoo’s stomach grumbles as he inches closer to his destination.
He stands at the doorway of the kitchen and leans against it as he takes in Baekhyun’s form. The latter is cooking something, perhaps some bacon strips, judging from the smell. Kyungsoo stays there for a while, watching Baekhyun rummage through the drawers and bump his head on the open cabinet doors in the process.
Kyungsoo rushes to him and the other whines as he rubs on a spot repeatedly, cooing and blowing some air on his hair. Baekhyun pouts, causing Kyungsoo to grin widely.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun says, pink dusting his cheeks evidently. “But I’m still not talking to you.”
With that, he brushes Kyungsoo off and continues to move around the kitchen, treating Kyungsoo like an invisible entity. Kyungsoo sighs and takes a seat on the table. He knows Baekhyun won’t get mad for long. He’s been through this too many times, more than his fingers could count.
Baekhyun shuffles around the counter, taking out slices of bread and a jar of strawberry jam. Setting a plate of fried bacon on the table, he returns to the counter, his back facing Kyungsoo.
“Look, Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo says. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry I forgot that yesterday was your birthday. I’m an idiot, yes, you’re right.” He hears Baekhyun let out a huff. “I took today off so I hope we could celebrate it together. I mean, it’s still May 6th in Canada.” Snorts. Kyungsoo shrugs, “Well, according to Yifan-hyung.”
Baekhyun turns around and sets a plate of sandwich in front of Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo blinks as he spots a small paper wedged between a sandwich and the plate. He takes it out.
‘FYI. This was strictly NOT made with love,’ the note says.
Kyungsoo’s heart makes a few flips and he beams in delight, flashing his signature heart-shaped smile at Baekhyun, who is blushing furiously.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he asks, eagerly taking the sandwich in his hand.
“You are if you finish the whole thing,” Baekhyun replies - finally - and Kyungsoo suddenly can’t wait to pounce on the smiling boy across him. He takes a bite - wait why is Baekhyun wearing that shit-eating grin on his face oH MY GOD NO.
“How is that sandwich? Is it tasty?” Baekhyun says sweetly as he tries not to laugh.
Kyungsoo feels like his tongue is being set on fire and he immediately flies over to the counter to gulp some water.
“What the! Baekhyun! What the hell did you put in there?” Kyungsoo huffs, fanning his flushed face with a hand.
Baekhyun bursts out laughing, his body shaking badly as he tries not to fall off his chair. “You look like a grilled lobster. Your face is so red!”
Kyungsoo downs the rest of his water and pinches the leftover sandwich with a hand, smelling it. “Ugh! Is that wasabi? You put fucking wasabi in my sandwich?” he gapes in disbelief.
“I told you that was not made with love,” Baekhyun says as he wipes a tear from his eyes. “Oh God, you’re so funny, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo pouts meekly. “And you’re the meanest person in the whole universe.”
Baekhyun walks over to his lover and plops himself on the other’s lap. “Come on, Kyungsoo, I’m just getting back at you. Look, you’re still very much alive. Hurray!”
“I hate you with burning passion.”
Grinning cheekily, Baekhyun wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and pecks at the other’s lips. “Aw, I love you too.”
- thank you for reading! \o/
01.
a heartful of sugar;
kris/suho; g; funfair!au
☆ written for wumyeons! ♡ originally posted here.
Junmyeon drags himself across the fun fair. He watches as the neon lights are being flicked off, leaving only dim light bulbs atop each of the huge tents pitched up on the ground. The fair is quiet now, a contrast to how it was an hour ago. Junmyeon checks his watch. It’s almost 1 in the morning. He inwardly groans, wanting to become one with his bed as soon as possible. He had an especially rough day, with some of the kids wanting to sit on his large boots and pull at his curly, rainbow wig.
He almost reaches the staff’s locker room when he hears a voice calling him from afar.
“Hey, Mister Clown!”
Junmyeon thinks that’s him. He turns towards the voice and sees a man with a fluorescent pink cotton candy machine waving at him. Junmyeon’s face heats up when the man persistently flailing his gangly arms in order to get his attention. He shrugs, walking over to the grinning man.
“Hi,” the man says, smiling at him.
“Hi.” Junmyeon peers at the other. So, this is the handsome cotton candy hyung the kids always talk about. Junmyeon has been working as a part-time clown in the fun fair for almost a week now but hasn’t got the chance to meet the popular cotton candy guy. Junmyeon wonders how did this man end up spinning cotton candy for kids when he could be a model, for God’s sake. Long limbs, golden hair, perfectly sculpted face. Junmyeon feels silly standing there in his mismatched clown jumpsuit.
“So, Mister Clown,” the blond says nonchalantly, standing up. “Would you like some cotton candy? You seem kinda down.”
Junmyeon blinks. “Yeah, sure, Cotton Candy Guy.”
Junmyeon watches intently as the blond inserts two spoonfuls of sugar into a slot in the machine and switches it on, causing the tiny machine to make a quiet whirring sound. Not long after, threads of white fluffy cloud-like stuff start to form at the base of the metal bowl in the machine.
“Watch this,” the blond says, producing a large wooden stick from the front pocket of his apron. He carefully dips the stick in the middle of the bowl and gently twirls it with practiced ease. Junmyeon is entranced as he stares at the way the cotton candy starts to gather around the stick. He feels like a child, absorbed in the whiteness and fluffiness of the candy floss.
“Thank you,” Junmyeon whispers, staring at the huge ball of floss thrust at him. He takes it and gulps a mouthful of cotton candy. It melts in his mouth, filling his tongue with softness and sweetness that makes him feel like floating in the clouds.
He catches Cotton Candy Guy’s gaze on him, amusement in his eyes. Junmyeon chokes a little, feeling heat travel up his face. Even with the white paint still covering his face, he doubts it will cover the flush that’s currently dusting his cheeks pink.
Junmyeon carefully places down the cotton candy stick on its stand on the machine and pulls out a small balloon. The blond in front of him tilts his head sideways, watching as Junmyeon silently pumps the balloon with some air and with a few twists of his wrists, a certain shape is beginning to form.
“Here, Cotton Candy Guy,” Junmyeon says, presenting his handiwork rather proudly. “A puppy for you.”
Cotton Candy Guy laughs, cradling the puppy-shaped balloon with his large hands. Junmyeon kind of wants to float in the clouds for real because Cotton Candy Guy looks a thousand more attractive when he laughs like that, showing his gums and teeth and all.
“Thank you, Mister Clown,” the tall blond says, still smiling that gummy smile of his. “By the way, my name is Yifan, not Cotton Candy Guy.”
Junmyeon huffs a little, scrunching his red-painted nose. “And my name is Junmyeon, not Mister Clown.”
Junmyeon smiles for the first time that day when Yifan promptly puts the green puppy balloon in front of his face, apologizing cutely and offering to buy him coffee some time.
Today is not a bad day at all, Junmyeon grins.
02.
saving little prince;
kris/kid!sehun; g; au
☆ originally posted here.
“Cheese, check. Milk, check. Cereals, check. Body wash, check. Dishwashing liquid, check. Soda drinks-”
Yifan scans the shopping list in his hand, muttering quietly under his breath as he pushes the cart languidly. He turns into an aisle that houses various brands of colorful soda drinks and beverages. A particular brand catches his attention and he tries not to squeal as he sees the picture of his favorite girl group donning the label of the bottle. He swoops two bottles in his arms and dumps them into his cart. He’s almost done.
Yifan is trying to maneuver the cart when he hears muffled whimpering sound coming from the end of the empty aisle. He pauses and stays silent, and then after a while, the sound materializes again. Yifan frowns and leaves his cart near the shelf as he makes his way towards the source of the hiccuping noise.
He pops his head around the corner of the large shelf and sees a little boy, around four years old, crouching on the floor. His small shoulders tremble as he hiccups and the sight tugs at Yifan’s heart.
“Um, hey,” Yifan says, tentatively touching the boy’s shoulder.
The boy looks up, his eyes red and puffy from too much crying. Fresh tear tracks decorate his flushed cheeks and his lips pull down in a perfect inverted C-shape as he tries to contain his sobs.
“What are you doing here by yourself? Did you get separated from your mom?” Yifan asks as he kneels beside the boy.
The boy shakes his head as he wipes his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. “Papa brought me here. Papa said to wait for him when he goes to get some carrots because Bunny loves carrots but I didn’t listen to Papa and I came here alone to get some drinks for him and then-” he sniffles and wipes his nose before continuing, “But then I don’t know how to go back or where Papa is and I got scared so I cried. But Sehunnie is not a crybaby, that’s for sure!”
Yifan chuckles at the boy’s cute remarks. “So your name is Sehun? I’m Yifan. Call me Yifan-hyung, okay?”
Sehun tilts his head to one side, cradling a bottle of orange juice in his small arms. “Ee-pan? Why is your name so weird, hyung?”
“That’s because I’m Chinese,” Yifan says, still chuckling. “Now let’s go find your dad. Hyung will help you.”
“But Papa said I shouldn’t follow strangers especially if they offer me candies,” Sehun says, his eyebrows knitting together as he contemplates the thought. “But hyung looks nice and kind so I’ll go with you.”
Sehun stands on his wobbly legs and clutches at Yifan’s pants as he tries to balance himself. Yifan can’t help but grin to himself as the boy sniffs one last time and follows Yifan to his cart.
“Hyung.” Yifan hears Sehun calling him and turns, only to see Sehun lifting his arms and making grabby hands at him. “Put me in the cart, please? I’m tired.”
Yifan smiles, bending down and picking the boy up before carefully placing him in the kiddie seat in the cart. Sehun yawns and swings his legs when Yifan starts to push the cart.
“What does your dad look like?” Yifan asks.
“Papa is reaaaally handsome,” Sehun replies and starts humming a popular pop song under his breath.
Yifan laughs. “I bet he is. I mean, what kind of clothes is he wearing? It would be easier to spot him if I have some image in my head.”
Sehun purses his lips cutely and taps a finger to his mouth, thinking hard. “Um, he’s wearing a good-looking shirt with handsome patterns on it, a good-looking pants and good-looking shoes. Papa is truly handsome.”
Yifan sighs softly. The search is hopeless unless somehow the picture of Sehun’s father pops in his head magically. Yifan is becoming nervous at the thought of not being able to find the boy’s father but Sehun seems…fine. He’s currently bouncing in his seat as he sings about chickens and ducks and cows.
They are approaching a customer service counter when an idea hits Yifan.
“Excuse me,” Yifan says to one of the workers. “I have a lost child here and I wonder if-”
“Nooooooooo! Hyuuuunggg~ please don’t leave me!” Sehun starts wailing and he hooks his arms around Yifan’s torso, burying his face in the blond’s shirt as he cries louder.
Yifan can’t believe this.
“Uh, sir? Isn’t he your brother? I believe he doesn’t want to be separated from you,” the worker says, eyeing Yifan accusingly.
Yifan sighs for the umpteenth time that day as Sehun continues to whine “Hyuuuuuuuunggg~” until he steers the cart away from the kids’ care center. The boy is silent again as they continue wandering around the store.
“Hyung, are you mad at me?” Sehun’s small voice reaches Yifan. The boy is wondering his lower lip, nibbling at it nervously.
“No, Sehun, I’m not mad at you,” Yifan says, ruffling the four-year-old’s soft brown hair. “I was just thinking, why did you do that?”
“I don’t want hyung to leave me,” Sehun mumbles quietly. “If I were put there, I’d have to wait for Papa alone and it’s scary.”
Yifan stops the cart and crouches to meet the boy’s eyes. “Listen, Sehun. I won’t leave you alone, okay?” He smiles. “Let’s go find your dad. I’m sure he’s worried about you.”
Just then, the music playing throughout the store stops and a jumble of notes echoes through the speakers, signaling that an announcement is to be made.
“This is a special announcement. We have a lost child in the store. We are looking for a little boy aged four years old with the name Sehun. He is wearing a blue T-shirt with a duck print, and brown trousers. If you’ve seen this child, please kindly notify a member of security. Thank you.”
Sehun blinks in wonder at the mention of his name while Yifan beams at him. “Isn’t that you, Sehun? Your dad must have been looking for you. Come on, let’s go and meet him.”
Once they near the information counter, Sehun is bouncing excitedly in his seat. “Papa! Papa!”
A man with a worried look stretched across his face immediately rushes towards them and scoops Sehun up, embracing the boy tightly.
“Where have you been, Sehunnie? I was so worried! Next time, please don’t run off like that, all right?” he chides, albeit there’s no bite in his words as he kisses the giggling boy’s cheeks.
“This hyung helped me! He’s so kind even though he has a weird name,” Sehun burbles, pointing at Yifan who’s watching the scene with a fond smile on his face.
Sehun’s father turns to him and bows, thanking him over and over again. “Thank you so much for taking care of Sehun. My name is Junmyeon,” he says, smiling brightly. Yifan rubs the back of his neck, feeling a bit flustered.
“I’m Yifan,” Yifan says, shaking the other’s hand. “It’s not a big deal. Sehun is such a nice boy.”
“Papa, invite Yifan-hyung for dinner,” Sehun whispers to his father, causing the man to blush a little.
Junmyeon smiles. “That’s right. Please come to our home for dinner when you’re free. There’s only me and Sehun, so it gets a little lonely sometimes. But hardly. Since this boy here is such a ball of energy.”
Yifan grins, “Sure, I’ll drop by sometime.” They exchange addresses and contacts, much to Sehun’s joy.
“We’re going home now,” Junmyeon says, holding Sehun’s hand. “Now, Sehunnie, what do you say to Yifan-hyung for taking care of you?”
Suddenly, Sehun releases his hold on his father and runs towards Yifan before pulling the other down. Startled, Yifan crouches and Sehun quickly wraps his arms around the blond’s neck.
“Thank you, Fan-hyung!” Sehun exclaims and plants a sloppy kiss on Yifan’s cheek, causing inevitable warmth to run through the latter’s veins. “Bye-bye! I’ll see you soon!”
A smile stays on Yifan’s lips, long after he waved Sehun and Junmyeon goodbye.
03.
oh. hi.;
kris/suho; pg (for language); au
☆ originally posted here: (1, 2) for anon who requested a Thing in which "suho queues up (for 4 days already!!!) to get the new iphone and talks to the sick chinese guy behind him" at askfm. ♡
Junmyeon wakes up when the chilly wind pokes him deep in the bones and grazes all over his skin until he involuntarily shudders at nature's rude wake-up call. He wriggles in his sleeping bag, sitting up in the comfy cocoon and blearily makes out the scene in front of him.
It's like war.
He sees all kinds of people, mostly young guys, scattered in front of the building complex. They form measly lines, separated by greasy steel barriers and yellow tapes, like those seen in crime dramas. There are a few flimsy tents popped up by the roadside, the bright colors and shapes do not seem to fit in the gray background of the buildings in the business district.
Junmyeon scrunches his nose. With this many people crowded together, it sure smells like hell. He takes out his phone and stares at it a little longer than he should. This phone will be history in a few hours, he muses. He is about to send a text to Sehun - “Be useful and get me breakfast”, he furiously starts typing - when he feels a weight on his back.
He turns, face already twisting into his self-proclaimed “really scary face” when he sees a blond head burrowing into his back. Junmyeon feels hesitant to shove him off since the guy is sound asleep, light snores filtering out of his face mask. Junmyeon takes a closer look. Damn, he's cute.
Suddenly, the guy lets out a few coughs, startling Junmyeon. Junmyeon shifts a little and the guy finally cracks open his eyes. He blinks slowly, staring at Junmyeon before coughing a few times.
“Sorry, I'm sorry,” the blond slurs, deep, throaty voice muffled by his face mask. Junmyeon notes a slight accent in the other's speech and he figures that he's not a local. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, I'm already awake,” Junmyeon says, turning his body so he's facing the blond guy. “You look sick.”
The guy looks a little sheepish as he pulls down his mask and replies, “I guess I'm a bit sick. It's been four days, you know, and my body can't really stand cold weather.”
Junmyeon notes that as he speaks, his hands fiddle with the hem of his thin jacket, and then moving to push back his hair before entrapping the messy blond strands inside a black beanie that spells out COMME DES FUCKDOWN in bold white letters at the front. Damn, he's really cute.
“I'm Junmyeon,” Junmyeon blurts out despite not knowing why he's telling his name to a total stranger in front of an Apple store. He's about to turn around and pretend they never talked to each other when the blond clearly utters, “I'm Kris,” in that baritone voice of his, a charming gummy smile stretching across his sleepy face.
Well, fuck.
“Uh,” Junmyeon says unintelligibly as he's busy cursing himself in his head for suddenly forgetting how to breathe properly. “So it's been four days. I haven't had a bath since.”
Kris chuckles as he rubs his crusty eyes. “Yeah, me too. We both stink right now but I couldn't care less. I'm getting that iPhone no matter what.”
Junmyeon smiles. “Wow, you sound really ambitious.”
“I have to win that stupid bet against my stupid friends,” he grumbles, looking exasperated. But then, he's having a coughing fit again and Junmyeon is starting to feel a little worried for him.
“Hey, have my jacket,” Junmyeon says, shoving his spare jacket into Kris's arms. “Just take it for now, I have another one.”
Kris smiles gratefully at him as he shrugs it on. It's a little small and looks ridiculous on him but he doesn't seem to mind.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, sure. Okay.”
A shrill sound followed by a burst of static startle them both. The people around them are starting to buzz, thrumming with energy as a voice announces that the most awaited iPhone 5s will be launched in a few minutes. A loud cheer erupts among the crowds and Junmyeon joins in with a small shout of his.
“Finally!” he exclaims, scrambling to his feet to get in line.
“Yeah, finally,” Kris says, grinning widely as he, too, starts to stand up.
Junmyeon almost gawks at how tall the other is before catching himself. Kris seems too flustered to notice that as he fumbles with his phone.
“Can I have your number or something?” he murmurs lowly, eyes looking uncertain. “I mean, I'll need to return your jacket to you, right?”
Junmyeon has to bite the insides of his cheeks in order to refrain himself from grinning like an idiot. He miserably fails.
“Thanks again,” Kris beams, clutching at his phone tightly after Junmyeon gave it back to him. “I'll call you, and when we meet, I'll make myself look more presentable.” He gestures to all of himself. “Not like some homeless beggar.”
When Junmyeon gets home later that afternoon - with two boxes of iPhone 5s in his hands, fuck yeah - he doesn't even get mad when Sehun merely says, “Wow, hyung, you're still alive,” at his sight.
Junmyeon is just too happy that his purchase of the iPhones comes with a free gift called Kris.
04.
can't wait to fall in love with you;
chanyeol/d.o; g; au, fluff
☆ originally posted here: (1, 2) for anon at askfm.
Chanyeol likes his part-time job, really. There are just so many perks of being a newspaper boy. Firstly, he gets to ride his bicycle (his sister's, actually) through the park without running over a few innocent children. Secondly, he loves the smell of paper and the warm, freshly-printed newspapers leave a nice, velvety touch that lingers on his fingertips for a long while. Thirdly (this is his favorite), he gets to catch a glimpse of the cute, squishy guy that lives down the street, if he's lucky.
His best friend, Jongdae said that Chanyeol is crazy because Do Kyungsoo is the kind of guy who never smiles and he always has this I-hate-everything-in-this-world-especially-your-very-existence look on his face but Chanyeol finds that adorable and charming.
Today, Chanyeol gets up early as usual to pick up newspapers from the store and deliver them to the houses in the neighborhood. He puffs up his cheeks, blowing hot breath to let it mingle with the chilly air before starting his work. He rides through the park and around the neighborhood, dutifully handing out newspapers and munching on some snacks given by the kind tofu-selling ahjumma.
He almost reaches Kyungsoo's house at the corner of the street and silently hopes that the man would appear at the doorstep in his cute bunny print pajamas to pick up his milk. Chanyeol cycles casually, a newspaper ready in his hand as he tries to balance the bicycle. he turns at the corner and as usual, throws the newspaper towards the-
Chanyeol immediately hits the brake and the bicycle screeches to a stop. He gulps, eyes rapidly widening because well, he thinks he's about to die.
Mom, thank you for taking care of me for the past 17 years.
Chanyeol wants to cry because he just threw the newspaper at Do Kyungsoo's face while the latter was drinking his banana milk in front of the house and well, the outcome is not pretty.
Kyungsoo stares unblinkingly at him, face devoid of any emotion nor expression. Chanyeol's blood drained from his face as he watches droplets of banana milk drip from Kyungsoo's hair and face, and then onto the ground, soaking the newspaper at his feet.
“Um,” Chanyeol says as he cautiously gets off his bicycle. Kyungsoo still stands there, not moving even an inch.
“I, uh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that,” Chanyeol squeaks, approaching Kyungsoo who seems to be holding his breath. Perhaps Jongdae was right about Kyungsoo hating everyone who dared steal his oxygen. His gaze could kill.
Mom, your son, Park Chanyeol really loves you.
Chanyeol quickly takes out his handkerchief and tentatively wipes it on Kyungsoo's frowning face, holding the shorter man's jaw with his free hand. The fact that Kyungsoo doesn't shove him off makes Chanyeol forget the circumstance he's in and he feels content just by looking at Kyungsoo's confused expression staring up at him.
Before his brain could process anything, Chanyeol smacks his mouth against kyungsoo's briefly - in his head, it seems like a few eternities - causing the other to flinch away.
Oh.
Shit shit shit.
Chanyeol flails and starts rambling, “Oh my God I'm so sorry I just um I always do that to my 2-year-old nephew whenever I wipe orange juice off his face I'm so sorry no wonder he hates that I'll just get out of here and never show my face near your residence ever again goodbye-”
“It's okay.”
What.
Chanyeol blinks. “What?”
“It's okay," Kyungsoo says, voice soft and whispery. Chanyeol notes the tell-tale smile threatening to break out on the other's face and his heart is on the brink of bursting into a million confetti because damn.
“Just, don't do that in public ever again, all right?” Kyungsoo murmurs, his face coloring beautifully before he scurries away and disappears behind the door, leaving Chanyeol dumbfounded on the doorsteps.
“Yeah. Okay,” Chanyeol says to the door, still gaping.
Wow, Chanyeol loves this job.
05.
so today;
baekhyun/d.o; g; au, fluff
☆ originally posted here for a prompt at exopromptmeme.
Kyungsoo has long forgotten the feeling of having woken up to an empty, cold space beside him on his - their - bed but today was an exception. He jolts in his wake, a horrible feeling engulfing him. He feels like he’s being sucked into the core of a vortex when he shifts to his side to wrap his arms around a familiar warm vessel but finds nothing.
“Baekhyun?” he instantly whispers, Baekhyun’s name playing at the tip of his tongue on default even though his mind is still numbed. The empty white sheets stare back at him in place of a silent reply.
Kyungsoo lies on his back, staring at the off-white ceiling of the room. His chest tightens as he recalls last night’s event that lead to him sleeping alone on the bed. It was stupid when he thinks about it. His lips immediately curl into a smile as Baekhyun’s flushed and angry face filters through his mind. Baekhyun looks the cutest when he’s mad.
Suddenly he hears a loud clinking sound coming from the kitchen and he immediately perks up. Curious, he rolls off the bed and pads across the hallways, making his way to the kitchen. He pauses his strides in the living room, noting a pile of blanket and pillows on the couch. His heart wrenches as he pictures his lover curl up on the uncomfortable leather couch, cocooned in a thick blanket. A delicious aroma floats around the small apartment and Kyungsoo’s stomach grumbles as he inches closer to his destination.
He stands at the doorway of the kitchen and leans against it as he takes in Baekhyun’s form. The latter is cooking something, perhaps some bacon strips, judging from the smell. Kyungsoo stays there for a while, watching Baekhyun rummage through the drawers and bump his head on the open cabinet doors in the process.
Kyungsoo rushes to him and the other whines as he rubs on a spot repeatedly, cooing and blowing some air on his hair. Baekhyun pouts, causing Kyungsoo to grin widely.
“Thanks,” Baekhyun says, pink dusting his cheeks evidently. “But I’m still not talking to you.”
With that, he brushes Kyungsoo off and continues to move around the kitchen, treating Kyungsoo like an invisible entity. Kyungsoo sighs and takes a seat on the table. He knows Baekhyun won’t get mad for long. He’s been through this too many times, more than his fingers could count.
Baekhyun shuffles around the counter, taking out slices of bread and a jar of strawberry jam. Setting a plate of fried bacon on the table, he returns to the counter, his back facing Kyungsoo.
“Look, Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo says. “I’m sorry, okay. I’m sorry I forgot that yesterday was your birthday. I’m an idiot, yes, you’re right.” He hears Baekhyun let out a huff. “I took today off so I hope we could celebrate it together. I mean, it’s still May 6th in Canada.” Snorts. Kyungsoo shrugs, “Well, according to Yifan-hyung.”
Baekhyun turns around and sets a plate of sandwich in front of Kyungsoo. Kyungsoo blinks as he spots a small paper wedged between a sandwich and the plate. He takes it out.
‘FYI. This was strictly NOT made with love,’ the note says.
Kyungsoo’s heart makes a few flips and he beams in delight, flashing his signature heart-shaped smile at Baekhyun, who is blushing furiously.
“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he asks, eagerly taking the sandwich in his hand.
“You are if you finish the whole thing,” Baekhyun replies - finally - and Kyungsoo suddenly can’t wait to pounce on the smiling boy across him. He takes a bite - wait why is Baekhyun wearing that shit-eating grin on his face oH MY GOD NO.
“How is that sandwich? Is it tasty?” Baekhyun says sweetly as he tries not to laugh.
Kyungsoo feels like his tongue is being set on fire and he immediately flies over to the counter to gulp some water.
“What the! Baekhyun! What the hell did you put in there?” Kyungsoo huffs, fanning his flushed face with a hand.
Baekhyun bursts out laughing, his body shaking badly as he tries not to fall off his chair. “You look like a grilled lobster. Your face is so red!”
Kyungsoo downs the rest of his water and pinches the leftover sandwich with a hand, smelling it. “Ugh! Is that wasabi? You put fucking wasabi in my sandwich?” he gapes in disbelief.
“I told you that was not made with love,” Baekhyun says as he wipes a tear from his eyes. “Oh God, you’re so funny, Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo pouts meekly. “And you’re the meanest person in the whole universe.”
Baekhyun walks over to his lover and plops himself on the other’s lap. “Come on, Kyungsoo, I’m just getting back at you. Look, you’re still very much alive. Hurray!”
“I hate you with burning passion.”
Grinning cheekily, Baekhyun wraps his arms around Kyungsoo’s neck and pecks at the other’s lips. “Aw, I love you too.”
- thank you for reading! \o/