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untitled drabble for Unni
479 words; G; SiHanChul
When Heechul walked into the dorm, having returned from a trip to the hair-dressers, he hadn't expected the occupants of the apartment to stop and stare at him like he was an alien species.
(… Okay, maybe he had, but not the alien species part.)
"Um," Leeteuk spluttered, blinking as he took in the sight of Heechul's new hairstyle. "Um…"
Donghae flailed - he always flailed whenever the second oldest of the band decided it was time for a new hairstyle - and promptly fell sideways into Kibum, who, like Eunhyuk, Sungmin and Kyuhyun, had paused in the middle of a four-way Mario Kart race and was eye-twitching (or, at least, doing something remarkably close to eye-twitching) at his fellow actor.
"Oh, you guys are useless," Heechul huffed, exasperated, and stalked to the kitchen where Hankyung was teaching Ryeowook how to cook Beijing friend rice and Siwon was watching the lesson attentively.
"You're back, hyung," Siwon greeted cheerfully. "Ah."
"What?"
Hankyung paused in his tutorial session to look over at his two lovers and raised an eyebrow. "I think I'm going to suffer from an identity crisis," he said simply, before turning back to his student. "Don't look, Ryeowook - we need to finish the meal."
"I think I'm going to suffer from an identifying crisis," the horse said simply, as he continued to regard his hyung.
It was then that Ryeowook decided to turn around, but instead of simply pausing, he seemed to have lost all traces of coherent thought and settled for spluttering "What did you do to your hair?" at his hyung.
"Apparent, had it cut - but I can't be entirely sure."
"But it looked so nice!" Ryeowook pouted.
"I know," Heechul sighed tragically. "It was gorgeous, until Hankyung and Siwon magicked a pair of scissors out of thin air and snipped off about an inch off the back." He glared at the two of them for added effect. "It just didn't feel right after they did that - I had to have it cut again."
Siwon chuckled. "It was gorgeous," he defended. "We wanted to keep some of it for ourselves, like put it in a locket, or something."
"I just didn't think you'd go as far as getting it cut again," Hankyung finished.
"You just don't think, end of," Heechul accused, frowning in disapproval.
"I think I'm going to have an identity crisis," the Chinese dancer whined - he almost felt like crying.
"Oh, quit your whining," his twin snapped, procuring a pair of chopsticks out of thin air as he made a dig for the plate of fried rice Hankyung barely had a chance to put down on the kitchen table.
(That night, neither Siwon or Hankyung could keep their hands off the newly cut hair - not that Heechul minded at all, judging by the way he purred and snuggled between them.)
for dizi_chan
Love Letter
548 words; G; JongKey
Jonghyun found another letter sitting subtly on his desk, the orange-red envelope barely distinguishable against the brown of his school desk. He looked around, hoping the find the person responsible for the letter (and possibly for any of the other four letters he had received over the past week), but only found himself staring at a room full of boisterous classmates.
"Did you get another love confession today?"
He nearly jumped out of his skin. The newcomer chuckled, his eyes filled with mirth as he picked up the letter.
"They're not love confessions, Kibum," he grumbled, making a move to snatch back what was rightfully his. "And even if they were, I already have someone I like." You, he didn't say.
"Well, if the previous ones weren't, this one definitely is," Kibum said seriously, nodding sagely as he read the letter in his hand.
Jonghyun growled and managed to slip the sheet from his best friend's grasp without ripping it. He read it - and then read it again, focusing on the familiar handwriting and the slightly indiscernible scribble of a signature at the bottom. Frowning, the boy looked up at Kibum, and suddenly, all the pieces of the puzzle came together.
"You!"
Kibum's smile, he thought, looked a little lonely, a little hopeful - a little beautiful. "Yes?"
as;djfn, went Jonghyun's brain. When did something so amazing happen in such a short space of time? This wasn't possible! "What?"
The bell began to ring then, signalling the start of the school day. Kibum got up to leave but Jonghyun pulled him back, tugging on his sleeve.
"I don't get it," the older boy said, honestly confused.
Kibum didn't reply at first - didn't even look at him at first - opting only to fight the other for his sleeve back in a game of tug-o-war. In the end, he relented and went still, his eyes still gazing away at the blackboard. There were students calling down the hallway, warning of the approaching teachers, but he didn't hear. Neither of them did.
"I-" The door opened then and Jonghyun's form tutor came in - Jonghyun felt like cursing at her for her bad timing. "Forget it." And Kibum ran.
"Screw it." Jonghyun really did curse that time, slamming his hand down hard on his desk, and got up, giving chase. Behind him, he heard his teacher yell after him, but Kibum was just up ahead and he wasn't going to let this one chance of confessing - and getting a confession - pass him by. "Damnit, Kim Kibum - stop!" Just as they rounded a corner, he slammed his friend into the wall.
"Get off me," the younger boy snarled, struggling ferociously against the other's hold.
"Not until you hear me out." Immediately, Kibum stopped wriggling around. "I'm sorry it took me so long, okay? You know I'm not the smartest of people and everything's just kind of sur-"
Kibum kissed him.
Kibum kissed him, tongues and all, and Jonghyun thought he had died and gone to heaven, because there was no way on this earth that this scene could be real.
"I… I love you, Kibum." Jonghyun thought Kibum's eyes were glittering - like diamonds in the sky, he thought vaguely.
"I love you too, hyung."
untitled drabble for Unni
479 words; G; SiHanChul
When Heechul walked into the dorm, having returned from a trip to the hair-dressers, he hadn't expected the occupants of the apartment to stop and stare at him like he was an alien species.
(… Okay, maybe he had, but not the alien species part.)
"Um," Leeteuk spluttered, blinking as he took in the sight of Heechul's new hairstyle. "Um…"
Donghae flailed - he always flailed whenever the second oldest of the band decided it was time for a new hairstyle - and promptly fell sideways into Kibum, who, like Eunhyuk, Sungmin and Kyuhyun, had paused in the middle of a four-way Mario Kart race and was eye-twitching (or, at least, doing something remarkably close to eye-twitching) at his fellow actor.
"Oh, you guys are useless," Heechul huffed, exasperated, and stalked to the kitchen where Hankyung was teaching Ryeowook how to cook Beijing friend rice and Siwon was watching the lesson attentively.
"You're back, hyung," Siwon greeted cheerfully. "Ah."
"What?"
Hankyung paused in his tutorial session to look over at his two lovers and raised an eyebrow. "I think I'm going to suffer from an identity crisis," he said simply, before turning back to his student. "Don't look, Ryeowook - we need to finish the meal."
"I think I'm going to suffer from an identifying crisis," the horse said simply, as he continued to regard his hyung.
It was then that Ryeowook decided to turn around, but instead of simply pausing, he seemed to have lost all traces of coherent thought and settled for spluttering "What did you do to your hair?" at his hyung.
"Apparent, had it cut - but I can't be entirely sure."
"But it looked so nice!" Ryeowook pouted.
"I know," Heechul sighed tragically. "It was gorgeous, until Hankyung and Siwon magicked a pair of scissors out of thin air and snipped off about an inch off the back." He glared at the two of them for added effect. "It just didn't feel right after they did that - I had to have it cut again."
Siwon chuckled. "It was gorgeous," he defended. "We wanted to keep some of it for ourselves, like put it in a locket, or something."
"I just didn't think you'd go as far as getting it cut again," Hankyung finished.
"You just don't think, end of," Heechul accused, frowning in disapproval.
"I think I'm going to have an identity crisis," the Chinese dancer whined - he almost felt like crying.
"Oh, quit your whining," his twin snapped, procuring a pair of chopsticks out of thin air as he made a dig for the plate of fried rice Hankyung barely had a chance to put down on the kitchen table.
(That night, neither Siwon or Hankyung could keep their hands off the newly cut hair - not that Heechul minded at all, judging by the way he purred and snuggled between them.)
for dizi_chan
Love Letter
548 words; G; JongKey
Jonghyun found another letter sitting subtly on his desk, the orange-red envelope barely distinguishable against the brown of his school desk. He looked around, hoping the find the person responsible for the letter (and possibly for any of the other four letters he had received over the past week), but only found himself staring at a room full of boisterous classmates.
"Did you get another love confession today?"
He nearly jumped out of his skin. The newcomer chuckled, his eyes filled with mirth as he picked up the letter.
"They're not love confessions, Kibum," he grumbled, making a move to snatch back what was rightfully his. "And even if they were, I already have someone I like." You, he didn't say.
"Well, if the previous ones weren't, this one definitely is," Kibum said seriously, nodding sagely as he read the letter in his hand.
Jonghyun growled and managed to slip the sheet from his best friend's grasp without ripping it. He read it - and then read it again, focusing on the familiar handwriting and the slightly indiscernible scribble of a signature at the bottom. Frowning, the boy looked up at Kibum, and suddenly, all the pieces of the puzzle came together.
"You!"
Kibum's smile, he thought, looked a little lonely, a little hopeful - a little beautiful. "Yes?"
as;djfn, went Jonghyun's brain. When did something so amazing happen in such a short space of time? This wasn't possible! "What?"
The bell began to ring then, signalling the start of the school day. Kibum got up to leave but Jonghyun pulled him back, tugging on his sleeve.
"I don't get it," the older boy said, honestly confused.
Kibum didn't reply at first - didn't even look at him at first - opting only to fight the other for his sleeve back in a game of tug-o-war. In the end, he relented and went still, his eyes still gazing away at the blackboard. There were students calling down the hallway, warning of the approaching teachers, but he didn't hear. Neither of them did.
"I-" The door opened then and Jonghyun's form tutor came in - Jonghyun felt like cursing at her for her bad timing. "Forget it." And Kibum ran.
"Screw it." Jonghyun really did curse that time, slamming his hand down hard on his desk, and got up, giving chase. Behind him, he heard his teacher yell after him, but Kibum was just up ahead and he wasn't going to let this one chance of confessing - and getting a confession - pass him by. "Damnit, Kim Kibum - stop!" Just as they rounded a corner, he slammed his friend into the wall.
"Get off me," the younger boy snarled, struggling ferociously against the other's hold.
"Not until you hear me out." Immediately, Kibum stopped wriggling around. "I'm sorry it took me so long, okay? You know I'm not the smartest of people and everything's just kind of sur-"
Kibum kissed him.
Kibum kissed him, tongues and all, and Jonghyun thought he had died and gone to heaven, because there was no way on this earth that this scene could be real.
"I… I love you, Kibum." Jonghyun thought Kibum's eyes were glittering - like diamonds in the sky, he thought vaguely.
"I love you too, hyung."