Three Sets of Drabbles
A/N: Three sets of Drabbles of different couples, be afraid, be very afraid. LOL.
Let’s Steal Back That Heart | fluff, angst | PG-13 | Haehyuk | 168w
He was running out of breath, the tempo of the beat that was a part of him; a part of his dream, his soul, was slowly weakening. He wanted to stop everything, to leave everything in its past, leave the rest and be himself again, to be free.
“I quit.” He said, breath hitching at every letter.
“What?” His partner almost choked on his energy drink. He turned to get two towels from the bench.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” He slumped down on of the mirrored walls.
“Where’s your heart?” the latter questioned.
“Long gone, I don’t think I can do this anymore, Hae…”
Donghae smiled and threw one of the towels over Hyukjae’s sweaty body. The teenager, of all the teenagers around who were all trainees brought in by SM Entertainment; the one named Donghae bent down next to Hyukjae,
and neared his lips.
“Come, I’ll steal your heart back for you to go through this.” Lee Donghae said; lips pressing the other boy’s.
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Open Your Eyes | fluff| G | Hanchul | 251w
Heechul tried his best to hold on tight to the body of the man in front of him. The wind built up by the speed was literally pulling the smaller built man away, threatening to slam Heechul right onto the freeway. His hand grasped tightly around the man’s waist, fingers clenching into the fabric, pressing his abs.
The man driving the motorcycle turned his head around a little to look at his passenger; to see that he had tears hanging so desperately at the brim of his lashes, just like how he was clinging to him.
“Open your eyes, Chullie?” he slowed down a notch, to 140mph.
“What?” Heechul asked, irritated but opened his eyes. What he saw was beautiful; it was freedom, winking at him as every little streetlights and their reflection from the sea. Freedom was beautiful, he was thankful to have followed him for his little ‘ride-away-from-life’.
It seemed crazy to speed 180mph at night but that feeling was overwhelming. It had been years since he had that kind of freedom. At that speed, the only thing that would capture his face would be the speed-trap cameras but he couldn’t care less; he was in China and he would trade anything to get to ride like that again, to escape from reality for one night.
“Are you crying?” the driver asked, yelling above the loud wind and roaring engine, in chopped up Korean.
“NO I’M NOT!” Heechul yelled back, hiding his flushed face in the back of Hankyung.
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Red Roses| fluff, crack | PG-13 | Yewook | 244w
“What’s this hyung?” Eunhyuk asked, aghast. He was looking at a Yesung’s pets’ glass home filled with bright red rose petals.
“The Ddang babies’ house?” Yesung said, oblivious.
“Of course I know that. I’m talking about the rose petals. From afar, they look like a war happened in there and the tank is all filled with splatters of blood.”
“An alien invaded the place…” Yesung said again, off-mindedly.
“What?” the man was confused, “You should lay off Hae sometimes, he’s getting into your system I tell you, I’ve been there, hyung.”
“It was amazing…” Yesung sighed, a smile on his face.
“What the-” Eunhyuk rolled his eyes. Before leaving the room, he saw a few rose petals on the older man’s bed.
“Hi Hyukjae hyung!” Ryeowook just came out from his room, towel and clothes in hand, he was heading to the showers.
“Morning, Wookie.” He smiled and something red in Ryeowook’s ruffled hair caught his attention, “Ah, Wookie, you’ve got something in your hair…” he picked it out and pressed it onto Ryeowook’s open palm; the eternal magnae’s eyes were shut tight, “Please don’t tell me it’s a bug…”
“Nah, a rose petal.” Eunhyuk said and when he saw Ryeowook blush, turning red like the rose, he understood.
“O-oh, it’s…” Ryeowook stuttered, pulling the neck of his t-shirt, revealing a hickey on his collarbone.
“An alien invasion.” Eunhyuk laughed and winked at the younger man before heading back to the living room.
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Let’s Steal Back That Heart | fluff, angst | PG-13 | Haehyuk | 168w
He was running out of breath, the tempo of the beat that was a part of him; a part of his dream, his soul, was slowly weakening. He wanted to stop everything, to leave everything in its past, leave the rest and be himself again, to be free.
“I quit.” He said, breath hitching at every letter.
“What?” His partner almost choked on his energy drink. He turned to get two towels from the bench.
“I don’t want to do this anymore.” He slumped down on of the mirrored walls.
“Where’s your heart?” the latter questioned.
“Long gone, I don’t think I can do this anymore, Hae…”
Donghae smiled and threw one of the towels over Hyukjae’s sweaty body. The teenager, of all the teenagers around who were all trainees brought in by SM Entertainment; the one named Donghae bent down next to Hyukjae,
and neared his lips.
“Come, I’ll steal your heart back for you to go through this.” Lee Donghae said; lips pressing the other boy’s.
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Open Your Eyes | fluff| G | Hanchul | 251w
Heechul tried his best to hold on tight to the body of the man in front of him. The wind built up by the speed was literally pulling the smaller built man away, threatening to slam Heechul right onto the freeway. His hand grasped tightly around the man’s waist, fingers clenching into the fabric, pressing his abs.
The man driving the motorcycle turned his head around a little to look at his passenger; to see that he had tears hanging so desperately at the brim of his lashes, just like how he was clinging to him.
“Open your eyes, Chullie?” he slowed down a notch, to 140mph.
“What?” Heechul asked, irritated but opened his eyes. What he saw was beautiful; it was freedom, winking at him as every little streetlights and their reflection from the sea. Freedom was beautiful, he was thankful to have followed him for his little ‘ride-away-from-life’.
It seemed crazy to speed 180mph at night but that feeling was overwhelming. It had been years since he had that kind of freedom. At that speed, the only thing that would capture his face would be the speed-trap cameras but he couldn’t care less; he was in China and he would trade anything to get to ride like that again, to escape from reality for one night.
“Are you crying?” the driver asked, yelling above the loud wind and roaring engine, in chopped up Korean.
“NO I’M NOT!” Heechul yelled back, hiding his flushed face in the back of Hankyung.
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Red Roses| fluff, crack | PG-13 | Yewook | 244w
“What’s this hyung?” Eunhyuk asked, aghast. He was looking at a Yesung’s pets’ glass home filled with bright red rose petals.
“The Ddang babies’ house?” Yesung said, oblivious.
“Of course I know that. I’m talking about the rose petals. From afar, they look like a war happened in there and the tank is all filled with splatters of blood.”
“An alien invaded the place…” Yesung said again, off-mindedly.
“What?” the man was confused, “You should lay off Hae sometimes, he’s getting into your system I tell you, I’ve been there, hyung.”
“It was amazing…” Yesung sighed, a smile on his face.
“What the-” Eunhyuk rolled his eyes. Before leaving the room, he saw a few rose petals on the older man’s bed.
“Hi Hyukjae hyung!” Ryeowook just came out from his room, towel and clothes in hand, he was heading to the showers.
“Morning, Wookie.” He smiled and something red in Ryeowook’s ruffled hair caught his attention, “Ah, Wookie, you’ve got something in your hair…” he picked it out and pressed it onto Ryeowook’s open palm; the eternal magnae’s eyes were shut tight, “Please don’t tell me it’s a bug…”
“Nah, a rose petal.” Eunhyuk said and when he saw Ryeowook blush, turning red like the rose, he understood.
“O-oh, it’s…” Ryeowook stuttered, pulling the neck of his t-shirt, revealing a hickey on his collarbone.
“An alien invasion.” Eunhyuk laughed and winked at the younger man before heading back to the living room.
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