Another ask.fm drabbles dump
What's Up, Love?
Kris/Suho / PG / 631 words
For the prompt: in which kris drops suho's askfm inbox with troll asks in english and suho didn't understand but he didn't realize it was kris who dropped those asks, and goes to kris to help him translate those asks
joonmyun frowns as he scrolls down his ask.fm inbox. there's a flood of message as usual, but there are a few lines of asks that especially catches his attention. they are in english.
he is about to type down google translator's address, but the top message has caught his attention. 'don't' expresses disallowance, joonmyun knows, and 'google translate' is in the same sentence, it must have been that he isn't allowed to use google trans. joonmyun slumps back in the chair. now how to understand these asks?
who would leave him english asks anyway? knowing his almost zero ability in english, no one close to him would ever ask him in english. he closes his eyes and tries to think of a way to make these asks understandable.
jongdae would be a bad option. lu han would like to help him, but his own english skill is questionable. jongin might be smart with all those games with english texts, but he is taking his peaceful nap. who else... who else...
joonmyun grins widely as an idea comes to him. he gets up from his chair and goes looking for the one who is known for his familiarity with english.
yifan is deeply focused on his phone when joonmyun finds him in his room. when the shorter yanks at his arm, yifan is so surprised that he yelps. he quickly hides his phone under the pillow as he sends glares to the ball of pouting snow in front of him. "what's up?"
"i need your help. emergency." joonmyun whines as he tugs on yifan's shirt.
"what kind of help?"
"just see."
joonmyun is rather irresistible when it comes to convincing yifan to do things for him, so yifan gives up and lets himself being dragged along the dorm to the other leader's room. on his desk, his laptop's monitor is radiating brightly.
"help me translating these," joonmyun nudged the laptop for yifan's better viewing. "i'm not allowed to use google translator so--" the sudden laughter that resonates from yifan has joonmyun frowning in curiosity, "what's so funny?"
"n-nothing," yifan tries hides his laugh behind his hand.
joonmyun urges yifan to start. but the older man can't stop smiling and joonmyun wants to pull out his hair in frustration because he hates it when he doesn't know about what's going on. "yifan," he whines, hoping it would be effective.
it is effective indeed, because now yifan is slowly translating those strange words to him, and soon joonmyun finds his cheeks burning red like a cooked lobster they ate two weeks ago.
"i think this anon likes you," yifan's tone is careful, and half-teasing. joonmyun bats his hand away, trying to deny yifan's words. because there is no way someone would say such cheesy words to him /in english/. that someone would be stupid enough because, hello, joonmyun doesn't understand english and he probably won't ever understand those words.
"who could it be?" joonmyun can't help but wonders.
"i don't know, maybe someone who knows english," yifan pauses to bite on his lower lip, it's a gesture he does when he is thinking, "and is close to you."
joonmyun closes his eyes to think of a name, or a face, anything that comes to his mind at yifan's hints. but he fails miserably, "but i don't have someone who is close to me /and/ knows english," he pouts.
"really? think harder, joonmyun-ah."
joonmyun turns to look at yifan for opinion. yifan's eyes won't meet him, and there's a nervous tapping of finger against the wooden desk. and suddenly everything clicks. "y-you? how? since when?"
yifan laughs nervously as his eyes flickers to meet joonmyun's. his smile is sheepish, and that's the most adorable thing joonmyun has ever witnessed from him. "always have been."
Light Squeals and Lighter Heart
hinted Kris/Suho, bff!Chanyeol/Suho / PG / 424 words
For the prompt: joonmyun as a fansite noona (or hyung... ya)
"i thought yesterday's event was your last."
joonmyun looks up from the lens he's cleaning up to his lanky roommate with forever messed up hair. he shrugs, fixing up the lens on the camera before he brings it up and tries a few shots to see if it's up for his liking. "i said this event is going to be my last."
"i'm not going to comment on that," chanyeol sighs, flopping down on the couch next to the semi-professional photographer in disguise. "i thought you have closed down your website."
"i did. my twitter is still running though, i do not want to disappoint my followers. besides," joonmyun lets out a heavy sigh. he puts down the canon 50d on the table in front of him before he turns to give chanyeol a serious look. "kris looks really, really good for this promotion."
chanyeol blinks. "i... don't really get the difference between him for this promotion and the previous ones."
"he worked out more. you should see those tight muscle he showed off at the airport last night. he also looks tanner, and that makes him a thousand degree hotter," joonmyun says dreamily "i definitely question my life decision to ever stop taking pictures of him."
"i definitely question your life decision to dedicate your life for a guy who probably doesn't even know you exist." chanyeol rolls his eyes.
"hey! he knows me! i've got a folder of pictures in which he looks at my camera. i was planning to release them as the next photobook."
"must be because he pities you for having such a tiny body for a fansite master," chanyeol grins. he ducks away from joonmyun's clenched fist at the right time.
"shut up, you unhelpful roommate!" joonmyun pouts, his hands are folded in front of his chest. "tell me again why i'm not taking advantage of your height to take the pictures."
"because i will take pictures of the ceiling or the stage instead, and 'but chanyeol, i want to be the one who kris sees behind that lenses, not anyone else.'" he says in a mocking tone.
joonmyun's mouth left opened up in shock. he doesn't even remember to ever say those words, and if chanyeol is right, it must be in his sleep or his drunken state. chanyeol is still grinning teasingly at him, and joonmyun decides that his hatred degree for his roommate has increased slightly.
"y-you--" joonmyun sputters, "whatever! just drive me to the venue already!" he throws up his hands in frustration.
Kris/Suho / PG / 631 words
For the prompt: in which kris drops suho's askfm inbox with troll asks in english and suho didn't understand but he didn't realize it was kris who dropped those asks, and goes to kris to help him translate those asks
joonmyun frowns as he scrolls down his ask.fm inbox. there's a flood of message as usual, but there are a few lines of asks that especially catches his attention. they are in english.
he is about to type down google translator's address, but the top message has caught his attention. 'don't' expresses disallowance, joonmyun knows, and 'google translate' is in the same sentence, it must have been that he isn't allowed to use google trans. joonmyun slumps back in the chair. now how to understand these asks?
who would leave him english asks anyway? knowing his almost zero ability in english, no one close to him would ever ask him in english. he closes his eyes and tries to think of a way to make these asks understandable.
jongdae would be a bad option. lu han would like to help him, but his own english skill is questionable. jongin might be smart with all those games with english texts, but he is taking his peaceful nap. who else... who else...
joonmyun grins widely as an idea comes to him. he gets up from his chair and goes looking for the one who is known for his familiarity with english.
yifan is deeply focused on his phone when joonmyun finds him in his room. when the shorter yanks at his arm, yifan is so surprised that he yelps. he quickly hides his phone under the pillow as he sends glares to the ball of pouting snow in front of him. "what's up?"
"i need your help. emergency." joonmyun whines as he tugs on yifan's shirt.
"what kind of help?"
"just see."
joonmyun is rather irresistible when it comes to convincing yifan to do things for him, so yifan gives up and lets himself being dragged along the dorm to the other leader's room. on his desk, his laptop's monitor is radiating brightly.
"help me translating these," joonmyun nudged the laptop for yifan's better viewing. "i'm not allowed to use google translator so--" the sudden laughter that resonates from yifan has joonmyun frowning in curiosity, "what's so funny?"
"n-nothing," yifan tries hides his laugh behind his hand.
joonmyun urges yifan to start. but the older man can't stop smiling and joonmyun wants to pull out his hair in frustration because he hates it when he doesn't know about what's going on. "yifan," he whines, hoping it would be effective.
it is effective indeed, because now yifan is slowly translating those strange words to him, and soon joonmyun finds his cheeks burning red like a cooked lobster they ate two weeks ago.
"i think this anon likes you," yifan's tone is careful, and half-teasing. joonmyun bats his hand away, trying to deny yifan's words. because there is no way someone would say such cheesy words to him /in english/. that someone would be stupid enough because, hello, joonmyun doesn't understand english and he probably won't ever understand those words.
"who could it be?" joonmyun can't help but wonders.
"i don't know, maybe someone who knows english," yifan pauses to bite on his lower lip, it's a gesture he does when he is thinking, "and is close to you."
joonmyun closes his eyes to think of a name, or a face, anything that comes to his mind at yifan's hints. but he fails miserably, "but i don't have someone who is close to me /and/ knows english," he pouts.
"really? think harder, joonmyun-ah."
joonmyun turns to look at yifan for opinion. yifan's eyes won't meet him, and there's a nervous tapping of finger against the wooden desk. and suddenly everything clicks. "y-you? how? since when?"
yifan laughs nervously as his eyes flickers to meet joonmyun's. his smile is sheepish, and that's the most adorable thing joonmyun has ever witnessed from him. "always have been."
Light Squeals and Lighter Heart
hinted Kris/Suho, bff!Chanyeol/Suho / PG / 424 words
For the prompt: joonmyun as a fansite noona (or hyung... ya)
"i thought yesterday's event was your last."
joonmyun looks up from the lens he's cleaning up to his lanky roommate with forever messed up hair. he shrugs, fixing up the lens on the camera before he brings it up and tries a few shots to see if it's up for his liking. "i said this event is going to be my last."
"i'm not going to comment on that," chanyeol sighs, flopping down on the couch next to the semi-professional photographer in disguise. "i thought you have closed down your website."
"i did. my twitter is still running though, i do not want to disappoint my followers. besides," joonmyun lets out a heavy sigh. he puts down the canon 50d on the table in front of him before he turns to give chanyeol a serious look. "kris looks really, really good for this promotion."
chanyeol blinks. "i... don't really get the difference between him for this promotion and the previous ones."
"he worked out more. you should see those tight muscle he showed off at the airport last night. he also looks tanner, and that makes him a thousand degree hotter," joonmyun says dreamily "i definitely question my life decision to ever stop taking pictures of him."
"i definitely question your life decision to dedicate your life for a guy who probably doesn't even know you exist." chanyeol rolls his eyes.
"hey! he knows me! i've got a folder of pictures in which he looks at my camera. i was planning to release them as the next photobook."
"must be because he pities you for having such a tiny body for a fansite master," chanyeol grins. he ducks away from joonmyun's clenched fist at the right time.
"shut up, you unhelpful roommate!" joonmyun pouts, his hands are folded in front of his chest. "tell me again why i'm not taking advantage of your height to take the pictures."
"because i will take pictures of the ceiling or the stage instead, and 'but chanyeol, i want to be the one who kris sees behind that lenses, not anyone else.'" he says in a mocking tone.
joonmyun's mouth left opened up in shock. he doesn't even remember to ever say those words, and if chanyeol is right, it must be in his sleep or his drunken state. chanyeol is still grinning teasingly at him, and joonmyun decides that his hatred degree for his roommate has increased slightly.
"y-you--" joonmyun sputters, "whatever! just drive me to the venue already!" he throws up his hands in frustration.