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¶ Ten Sentences Meme
CNBLUE; Infinite; History; VIXX; SUFBB (eye candy);
Pairing: yonghwa/jonghyun; myungsoo/sungyeol; jaeho/yijung; taekwoon/hakyeon; hajin/kyungjong
Warning: everything depends on the genre of the sentence so yeah...
Word count: ~2500
yonghwa/jonghyun:
Angst: It's at times like this, when he witnesses Yonghwa playing and laughing whole heartedly with Jungshin or affectionately patting Minhyuk's back in comfort that Jonghyun might regret not being just slightly younger or anything else than just a “guitar player” in their leader's eyes.
Au: “One Americano, pl-” Yonghwa stutters as he meets the eyes of the incredibly pale boy in front of him, dimples showing at the edge of his bright smile, and as he reformulates his request, he might reconsider coming more often to the coffee shop.
Crack: It's far from being the first time that they're playing pool so this kind of accident shouldn't have happened, Jonghyun thinks while throwing an apologetic smile to his hyung who is currently rubbing the very spot where the ball has hit him just a few minutes earlier.
Future: Yonghwa can't recall how many times they've been standing on this stage already, their first concerts taking place years ago, and as he bows to the audience with an ever so huge smile, hand holding Jonghyun's, he swears he can hear the latter muttering “Until we're old men, until our hair grow white, until we're a grand-pa band”.
First Time: The first time he meets the guitarist, although he has been warned before, Yonghwa can't help but being struck by how beautiful and feminine he looks, with his slender figure and dark locks falling upon his milky skin.
Fluff: Yonghwa isn't the best cook out of the four of them -not at all-, and Jungshin do a much better work at making them food, but if helping him out means having the main singer feeding him every so often, Jonghyun doesn't really think he minds.
Darkfic: A few punches thrown here and there are all it takes to have Yonghwa spitting blood under him, and as Jonghyun pulls on his collar, he reiterate his question: “I'll ask it only one more time, where did you put the money?”.
Hurt/Comfort: Although it's been days already since they left Korea for Japan and since Jonghyun had to give up on his girlfriend for his dreams, the latter doesn't look any better, and Yonghwa doesn't find any other way to cheer him up than giving him the precious remains of his own mother's kimchi jigae.
Ust: Yonghwa thinks Jonghyun doesn't know how he's watching from afar and groaning every time the younger display those so called “jongasm” on stage, colourful lights dripping off his sweaty skin, eyes shut tight as he loses himself in music, but then again, Jonghyun thinks Yonghwa doesn't see him biting his lip every so often when the leader sings with a particularly hoarse voice.
myungsoo/sungyeol:
Angst: It escalates from small random fights at first to the both of them shouting words that they've never meant, and them slowly but surely drifting apart from each other, latching themselves on someone else until they're both too afraid of stepping back and putting a foot on the painful shards of their broken relationship.
Au: Myungsoo observes the drummer for a long time in silence, feeling as if his heartbeat is thumping along the rhythms produced by those skilled fingers, then steps forward as soon as the sound deadens, cracking a small smile “hey, would you like to join my band?”.
Crack: Sungyeol is delighted to see that he doesn't even need to take revenge on Myungsoo for being thrown into the water carelessly -and drinking water in the process-, as the visual slips on a rock and falls into the ocean on his own.
Future: Myungsoo doesn't tell his best friend that he's going to watch the opening of Sungyeol's first movie until he gets to surprise him with an encouraging speech and a bunch of flowers carefully wrapped in a pink packaging.
First Time: The first time Myungsoo witnesses Sungyeol's owl impersonation, he laughs so much that he can feel his abs getting cramps and tears building up in the corner of his eyes.
Fluff: Myungsoo has this way of doing things, laughter soft and sincere, moves awkward yet cute, that makes Sungyeol's heart melt and flutter at the same time.
Darkfic: Myungsoo notices a lot of things about Sungyeol; from the mole on his collarbone to the way his lips curl into a smile, so he doesn't fail to notice either, the growing bags under the chodding's eyes, the unsteady steps he takes after hours of practice, the way he pushes his plate away after a single bite, or the muffled puking sounds he hears when Sungyeol excuses himself to the bathroom.
Hurt/Comfort: Sungyeol doesn't cry: there's no tears in the corner of his eyes, only quiet sobs muffled in Myungsoo's comforting embrace when they come back from their schedules late at night and the chodding has failed in being auditioned again.
Ust: Myungsoo has to make the greatest efforts to swallow down the copper taste that has not left the back of his throat since he has bitten his lips a bit too hard while watching the stage featuring Sungyeol in a miniskirt, high heels and cat ears.
jaeho/yijung:
Angst: Jaeho tries to ignore the painful thug lingering in his chest when he notices that if his answers are always centred around Yijung, the maknae'd rather stick with their leader.
Au: They'd been neighbours for the longest time: Jaeho clearly remembers the days he had spent at Yijung's house during his childhood, playing with the slightly younger boy and eating his mother's food, while Yijung clearly remembers the painful look on the other's face and his own broken heart on the day he had to move out of his house.
Crack: “Who the hell did this?!” spats out a very much angry and awoken Sihyung, moustaches and rude things written all over his formerly handsome face, as he misses the bratty complicity written all over Jaeho and Yijung's face.
Future: It's been years since History has debuted and it has been a tough path to success, but Yijung has never been prouder than he is right now, standing on stage, his voice blending with Jaeho's one, singing their own self composed songs.
First Time: The first time Jaeho listens to Yijung sing is months before they even meet, through birth of a great star, and he can't help thinking that if the young boy's mouth is terribly huge, the voice that pierces through it is also ridiculously beautiful.
Fluff: Yijung enjoys cuddling with everyone a lot, but Kyungil's hugs are too cold, Sihyung is too skinny, Dokyun is too tall, and he especially likes how Jaeho's strong arms close around him, his embrace warm and comfortable as he nuzzles his nose into the older singer's chest.
Darkfic: It has been long since Jaeho has first noticed the way Yijung always wear long sleeves and high collar, long since he has first noticed the blueish tracks of fingertips fading and reappearing every so often on the pallid skin, or the angry red cuts and scratches trailing up his neck and running down his wrists: yet he's said nothing, because if Yijung doesn't bring the subject on, neither will Jaeho.
Hurt/Comfort: There are times where Jaeho feels slightly insecure about himself, getting anxious about performance and skills, and in those times, although he's always the first one to make fun of him, Yijung is here to make sure the other know how he genuinely thinks that the blonde one is handsome, funny, and talented.
Ust: Jaeho has the hardest time swallowing what's left of his saliva, and gets a little frustrated when he can't seem to focus on anything else than Yijung's pretty rosy lips wrapping around the ice cream he has just bought them.
taekwoon/hakyeon:
Angst: Maybe Taekwoon's just tired of his friend's overwhelming presence as he pushes him away without a look, but then maybe Hakyeon's just tired of constantly holding it in, hiding himself behind smiles which doesn't even feel the slightest true anymore, and maybe Hakyeon would feel only a tiny bit better if he wasn't always being dismissed with annoyed sighs by the only one whom he thinks he could rely on from time to time.
Au: Cha Hakyeon is the extrovert senior who is friend with everyone and dances in his free time, while Jung Taekwoon is the quiet charismatic student from the same class, with powerful eyes and an incredibly soft voice. Together they make the best of friends: the most unusual pair but also the strongest.
Crack: “Oooooooh, Leooooo~, was it hot?” Hakyeon coos as he twirls long strands of his wig in his fingers, and that's all it takes to make Taekwoon smack him in the face.
Future: “Appa, who are we going to visit?” Taekwoon gently smiles, ruffling his daughter's hair with one hand as he holds hers tightly in his other one, and he puts a kiss on her forehead before pushing the door of the dance studio and replying in his ever so soft voice “your appa heart's friend”.
First Time: The first time Hakyeon makes Taekwoon smile is after a week of struggle to get him to talk or even look right back at him, and it's only the slightest hint of lips curving up on his face, but Hakyeon, proud and delighted by the sight, knows that it has all been worth it.
Fluff: Their relationship mainly consists in Hakyeon clinging onto Taekwoon and affectionately dragging him into everything, but this is the little usually unnoticed things such as Hakyeon putting Taekwoon's shirt back into place, Taekwoon laughing at Hakyeon's antics or the understanding silence that they share under the moonlight which are the truest proofs of their friendship.
Darkfic: They meet at the border between both of their countries, hold tight on their rifle, and Hakyeon is met by dark hypnotizing eyes and a mouth pressed into a line before he pulls the trigger and red splatters everywhere on the north korean's pale pale skin.
Hurt/Comfort: Hakyeon talks talks talks about himself but never really does: he is the one to hide into bright unfaltering smiles to keep anyone from worrying, and so it belongs to Taekwoon to collect all of the broken pieces of him fallen on the ground with every of his laugh, and put them all back together in whispered reassuring words and comforting hugs.
Ust: Taekwoon's jaw aches under the pressure of his own teeth as his eyes follow every of Hakyeon's moves, suave and feline and all kind of wrong, eyes blinded by the black fabric, skin glimmering and dark muscles tensed under the dim lights of the practice room, and Taekwoon barely holds back a groan.
hajin/kyungjong:
Angst: They've always been playing push and pull, one moment punching and the other cuddling, but Hajin thinks he might have pushed it a bit too far as he watches Kyungjong's exhausted features and lips slightly curving downwards before he turns his back to him.
Au: It's on a business trip to Busan that Hajin meets the small guy with crescent-shaped eyes, a crystal clear laugh and a strong accent, sitting on the reef where the waves break.
Crack: It starts up almost innocent with Hajin making fun of Kyungjong's Busan accent and the keyboardist talking to girls about the taller's hairy legs, but soon turns into a war when the smaller one decide to put much more pepper paste than needed into Hajin's soup.
Future: Neither of them makes it big as they had wished they would: Hajin's not the best actor out there and more talented people takes him over, while Kyungjong only owns a small restaurant in Seoul that is not famous but acknowledged for its quality, yet nothing of this matters as they meet up every week to eat the Busan man's tasty food and talk about everything as if they've never left each other side. (which is probably true)
First Time: The first time Hajin tells him he's gotten in a serious relationship with a girl is by the time Kyungjong realizes that he might like his best friend a bit more than just a friend: it's also the first time Hajin breaks Kyungjong's heart and the first time of many others to come.
Fluff: They're both laying on the floor next to each other, lazily observing the wrecked ceiling above them, and while Kyungjong casually leans into the taller one's chest, a smile engraves itself on Hajin's face, genuine and natural.
Darkfic: Hajin pants in the cold evening of December as red taints the sheer white of the snow and he can see blood trailing Kyungjong's chin before he's yanked by the collar only to be beaten to a pulp under his best friend's powerless eyes.
Hurt/Comfort: It's not usual to see Hajin breaking down in front of anyone -even his best friend-, but it's not usual either to see him so attached to a girl, and so when he happens to catch the sight of tears streaming down the bassist's cheeks, Kyungjong doesn't really know what to do except from being here for him and as he rubs his friend's back soothingly, he tries to ignore the faint voice lingering in the back of his mind, asking him who will be here to mend Kyungjong's own broken heart.
Smut: It's Hajin's first time with a boy and he doesn't really know how to deal with the whole thing, but if it implies Kyunjong squirming under him in pleasure, pliant and open as he hits that special spot, then he can surely, surely get used to that.
Ust: Hajin doesn't remember when he has started waking up in the morning all hot and bothered after dreaming about Kyungjong, but he remembers the smug yet oblivious look on his best friend's face when he meets him later at school and vivid pictures are flashing back to his mind as he wonders what it would feel like to ravish the smaller boy right here.
A/N: Decided to take this challenge, but because i'm insane and not normal, i decided to do it with my top pairings in my top 5 (if you include eye candy lalala) groups... yeah. And I'm also the most awkward at writing smut, and I also do not feel so comfortable about writing it, I wish I hadn't to write it because I can't write it for my life, and I'm glad I'm done so I can never try again and just crawls under a table and never comes out again haha. I decided to delete all of them except for hajong because it's the only one i'm ok with to be honest(although my sentences for neo and hajong are too long i'm sorry, take your time to breathe)
CNBLUE; Infinite; History; VIXX; SUFBB (eye candy);
Pairing: yonghwa/jonghyun; myungsoo/sungyeol; jaeho/yijung; taekwoon/hakyeon; hajin/kyungjong
Warning: everything depends on the genre of the sentence so yeah...
Word count: ~2500
yonghwa/jonghyun:
Angst: It's at times like this, when he witnesses Yonghwa playing and laughing whole heartedly with Jungshin or affectionately patting Minhyuk's back in comfort that Jonghyun might regret not being just slightly younger or anything else than just a “guitar player” in their leader's eyes.
Au: “One Americano, pl-” Yonghwa stutters as he meets the eyes of the incredibly pale boy in front of him, dimples showing at the edge of his bright smile, and as he reformulates his request, he might reconsider coming more often to the coffee shop.
Crack: It's far from being the first time that they're playing pool so this kind of accident shouldn't have happened, Jonghyun thinks while throwing an apologetic smile to his hyung who is currently rubbing the very spot where the ball has hit him just a few minutes earlier.
Future: Yonghwa can't recall how many times they've been standing on this stage already, their first concerts taking place years ago, and as he bows to the audience with an ever so huge smile, hand holding Jonghyun's, he swears he can hear the latter muttering “Until we're old men, until our hair grow white, until we're a grand-pa band”.
First Time: The first time he meets the guitarist, although he has been warned before, Yonghwa can't help but being struck by how beautiful and feminine he looks, with his slender figure and dark locks falling upon his milky skin.
Fluff: Yonghwa isn't the best cook out of the four of them -not at all-, and Jungshin do a much better work at making them food, but if helping him out means having the main singer feeding him every so often, Jonghyun doesn't really think he minds.
Darkfic: A few punches thrown here and there are all it takes to have Yonghwa spitting blood under him, and as Jonghyun pulls on his collar, he reiterate his question: “I'll ask it only one more time, where did you put the money?”.
Hurt/Comfort: Although it's been days already since they left Korea for Japan and since Jonghyun had to give up on his girlfriend for his dreams, the latter doesn't look any better, and Yonghwa doesn't find any other way to cheer him up than giving him the precious remains of his own mother's kimchi jigae.
Ust: Yonghwa thinks Jonghyun doesn't know how he's watching from afar and groaning every time the younger display those so called “jongasm” on stage, colourful lights dripping off his sweaty skin, eyes shut tight as he loses himself in music, but then again, Jonghyun thinks Yonghwa doesn't see him biting his lip every so often when the leader sings with a particularly hoarse voice.
myungsoo/sungyeol:
Angst: It escalates from small random fights at first to the both of them shouting words that they've never meant, and them slowly but surely drifting apart from each other, latching themselves on someone else until they're both too afraid of stepping back and putting a foot on the painful shards of their broken relationship.
Au: Myungsoo observes the drummer for a long time in silence, feeling as if his heartbeat is thumping along the rhythms produced by those skilled fingers, then steps forward as soon as the sound deadens, cracking a small smile “hey, would you like to join my band?”.
Crack: Sungyeol is delighted to see that he doesn't even need to take revenge on Myungsoo for being thrown into the water carelessly -and drinking water in the process-, as the visual slips on a rock and falls into the ocean on his own.
Future: Myungsoo doesn't tell his best friend that he's going to watch the opening of Sungyeol's first movie until he gets to surprise him with an encouraging speech and a bunch of flowers carefully wrapped in a pink packaging.
First Time: The first time Myungsoo witnesses Sungyeol's owl impersonation, he laughs so much that he can feel his abs getting cramps and tears building up in the corner of his eyes.
Fluff: Myungsoo has this way of doing things, laughter soft and sincere, moves awkward yet cute, that makes Sungyeol's heart melt and flutter at the same time.
Darkfic: Myungsoo notices a lot of things about Sungyeol; from the mole on his collarbone to the way his lips curl into a smile, so he doesn't fail to notice either, the growing bags under the chodding's eyes, the unsteady steps he takes after hours of practice, the way he pushes his plate away after a single bite, or the muffled puking sounds he hears when Sungyeol excuses himself to the bathroom.
Hurt/Comfort: Sungyeol doesn't cry: there's no tears in the corner of his eyes, only quiet sobs muffled in Myungsoo's comforting embrace when they come back from their schedules late at night and the chodding has failed in being auditioned again.
Ust: Myungsoo has to make the greatest efforts to swallow down the copper taste that has not left the back of his throat since he has bitten his lips a bit too hard while watching the stage featuring Sungyeol in a miniskirt, high heels and cat ears.
jaeho/yijung:
Angst: Jaeho tries to ignore the painful thug lingering in his chest when he notices that if his answers are always centred around Yijung, the maknae'd rather stick with their leader.
Au: They'd been neighbours for the longest time: Jaeho clearly remembers the days he had spent at Yijung's house during his childhood, playing with the slightly younger boy and eating his mother's food, while Yijung clearly remembers the painful look on the other's face and his own broken heart on the day he had to move out of his house.
Crack: “Who the hell did this?!” spats out a very much angry and awoken Sihyung, moustaches and rude things written all over his formerly handsome face, as he misses the bratty complicity written all over Jaeho and Yijung's face.
Future: It's been years since History has debuted and it has been a tough path to success, but Yijung has never been prouder than he is right now, standing on stage, his voice blending with Jaeho's one, singing their own self composed songs.
First Time: The first time Jaeho listens to Yijung sing is months before they even meet, through birth of a great star, and he can't help thinking that if the young boy's mouth is terribly huge, the voice that pierces through it is also ridiculously beautiful.
Fluff: Yijung enjoys cuddling with everyone a lot, but Kyungil's hugs are too cold, Sihyung is too skinny, Dokyun is too tall, and he especially likes how Jaeho's strong arms close around him, his embrace warm and comfortable as he nuzzles his nose into the older singer's chest.
Darkfic: It has been long since Jaeho has first noticed the way Yijung always wear long sleeves and high collar, long since he has first noticed the blueish tracks of fingertips fading and reappearing every so often on the pallid skin, or the angry red cuts and scratches trailing up his neck and running down his wrists: yet he's said nothing, because if Yijung doesn't bring the subject on, neither will Jaeho.
Hurt/Comfort: There are times where Jaeho feels slightly insecure about himself, getting anxious about performance and skills, and in those times, although he's always the first one to make fun of him, Yijung is here to make sure the other know how he genuinely thinks that the blonde one is handsome, funny, and talented.
Ust: Jaeho has the hardest time swallowing what's left of his saliva, and gets a little frustrated when he can't seem to focus on anything else than Yijung's pretty rosy lips wrapping around the ice cream he has just bought them.
taekwoon/hakyeon:
Angst: Maybe Taekwoon's just tired of his friend's overwhelming presence as he pushes him away without a look, but then maybe Hakyeon's just tired of constantly holding it in, hiding himself behind smiles which doesn't even feel the slightest true anymore, and maybe Hakyeon would feel only a tiny bit better if he wasn't always being dismissed with annoyed sighs by the only one whom he thinks he could rely on from time to time.
Au: Cha Hakyeon is the extrovert senior who is friend with everyone and dances in his free time, while Jung Taekwoon is the quiet charismatic student from the same class, with powerful eyes and an incredibly soft voice. Together they make the best of friends: the most unusual pair but also the strongest.
Crack: “Oooooooh, Leooooo~, was it hot?” Hakyeon coos as he twirls long strands of his wig in his fingers, and that's all it takes to make Taekwoon smack him in the face.
Future: “Appa, who are we going to visit?” Taekwoon gently smiles, ruffling his daughter's hair with one hand as he holds hers tightly in his other one, and he puts a kiss on her forehead before pushing the door of the dance studio and replying in his ever so soft voice “your appa heart's friend”.
First Time: The first time Hakyeon makes Taekwoon smile is after a week of struggle to get him to talk or even look right back at him, and it's only the slightest hint of lips curving up on his face, but Hakyeon, proud and delighted by the sight, knows that it has all been worth it.
Fluff: Their relationship mainly consists in Hakyeon clinging onto Taekwoon and affectionately dragging him into everything, but this is the little usually unnoticed things such as Hakyeon putting Taekwoon's shirt back into place, Taekwoon laughing at Hakyeon's antics or the understanding silence that they share under the moonlight which are the truest proofs of their friendship.
Darkfic: They meet at the border between both of their countries, hold tight on their rifle, and Hakyeon is met by dark hypnotizing eyes and a mouth pressed into a line before he pulls the trigger and red splatters everywhere on the north korean's pale pale skin.
Hurt/Comfort: Hakyeon talks talks talks about himself but never really does: he is the one to hide into bright unfaltering smiles to keep anyone from worrying, and so it belongs to Taekwoon to collect all of the broken pieces of him fallen on the ground with every of his laugh, and put them all back together in whispered reassuring words and comforting hugs.
Ust: Taekwoon's jaw aches under the pressure of his own teeth as his eyes follow every of Hakyeon's moves, suave and feline and all kind of wrong, eyes blinded by the black fabric, skin glimmering and dark muscles tensed under the dim lights of the practice room, and Taekwoon barely holds back a groan.
hajin/kyungjong:
Angst: They've always been playing push and pull, one moment punching and the other cuddling, but Hajin thinks he might have pushed it a bit too far as he watches Kyungjong's exhausted features and lips slightly curving downwards before he turns his back to him.
Au: It's on a business trip to Busan that Hajin meets the small guy with crescent-shaped eyes, a crystal clear laugh and a strong accent, sitting on the reef where the waves break.
Crack: It starts up almost innocent with Hajin making fun of Kyungjong's Busan accent and the keyboardist talking to girls about the taller's hairy legs, but soon turns into a war when the smaller one decide to put much more pepper paste than needed into Hajin's soup.
Future: Neither of them makes it big as they had wished they would: Hajin's not the best actor out there and more talented people takes him over, while Kyungjong only owns a small restaurant in Seoul that is not famous but acknowledged for its quality, yet nothing of this matters as they meet up every week to eat the Busan man's tasty food and talk about everything as if they've never left each other side. (which is probably true)
First Time: The first time Hajin tells him he's gotten in a serious relationship with a girl is by the time Kyungjong realizes that he might like his best friend a bit more than just a friend: it's also the first time Hajin breaks Kyungjong's heart and the first time of many others to come.
Fluff: They're both laying on the floor next to each other, lazily observing the wrecked ceiling above them, and while Kyungjong casually leans into the taller one's chest, a smile engraves itself on Hajin's face, genuine and natural.
Darkfic: Hajin pants in the cold evening of December as red taints the sheer white of the snow and he can see blood trailing Kyungjong's chin before he's yanked by the collar only to be beaten to a pulp under his best friend's powerless eyes.
Hurt/Comfort: It's not usual to see Hajin breaking down in front of anyone -even his best friend-, but it's not usual either to see him so attached to a girl, and so when he happens to catch the sight of tears streaming down the bassist's cheeks, Kyungjong doesn't really know what to do except from being here for him and as he rubs his friend's back soothingly, he tries to ignore the faint voice lingering in the back of his mind, asking him who will be here to mend Kyungjong's own broken heart.
Smut: It's Hajin's first time with a boy and he doesn't really know how to deal with the whole thing, but if it implies Kyunjong squirming under him in pleasure, pliant and open as he hits that special spot, then he can surely, surely get used to that.
Ust: Hajin doesn't remember when he has started waking up in the morning all hot and bothered after dreaming about Kyungjong, but he remembers the smug yet oblivious look on his best friend's face when he meets him later at school and vivid pictures are flashing back to his mind as he wonders what it would feel like to ravish the smaller boy right here.
A/N: Decided to take this challenge, but because i'm insane and not normal, i decided to do it with my top pairings in my top 5 (if you include eye candy lalala) groups... yeah. And I'm also the most awkward at writing smut, and I also do not feel so comfortable about writing it, I wish I hadn't to write it because I can't write it for my life, and I'm glad I'm done so I can never try again and just crawls under a table and never comes out again haha. I decided to delete all of them except for hajong because it's the only one i'm ok with to be honest(although my sentences for neo and hajong are too long i'm sorry, take your time to breathe)