drabble dump
pills
jinki-centric
angst
191 words
pg (for theme? idk)
a/n: um it's horrible punctuation and lapslock and everything you all hate because it's just basically a nightmare i had last night that i wrote down.
jinki steals the bottle from the coordi noona when she's not looking
hayoon-ah, my doctor prescribed me these for when i can't sleep, they're amazing, i can sleep for hours and not be bothered
he keeps them in the bottom of his desk drawer, where he knows the others won't find it
not to use, he tells himself, but just in case
just in case.
just in case he's had schedules for four days straight and he gets home only to realize that it's 4am and the next event is in three hours
just in case he spends all night practicing choreography and tries and fails to nap on a bench outside the practice room because there's not enough time to go and come back before rehearsal starts again
just in case he's bone tired, exhausted to the core and all he wants to do is sleep
so he takes one
wakes up a few hours later, still tired as ever. he can't remember if he took that pill or not, so he takes another
and later another
and another
and finally he's able to sleep.
but he never wakes up
untitled
jonghyun/key
angst
322 words
r
a/n: it's not quite complete, but i just don't know how to finish it off.
'you're high again, aren't you?' jonghyun hisses as he tears his lips away from key's.
he knows the answer is obvious, but he feels obligated to ask anyway, cursing as he feels himself getting hard.
key grins, pupils still dilated, and raises one hand to jonghyun's mouth to stifle any further protest as the other hand makes its way into his pants.
one little motion is all it takes to wipe all the indignation and irritation from his mind.
jonghyun tears the other hand away from his mouth and roughly pulls key back in for a sloppy kiss, lips smashing, teeth everywhere. he swears he can taste blood and weed and tobacco and god knows what else but fuck, it tastes good.
a few fumbling gestures and both of their belts are unbuckled, zippers undone, they both know there's
not enough time, this isn't the place, but who gives a shit, really.
it's almost expected now, realizing that there's no time for actual sex but just enough to get each other off--
but when he feels that feverish hand wrap around his cock and start moving it's like all of him is just on fire.
jonghyun inhales sharply and leans flush against the wall, teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut.
key's breath is loud and hot and wet in his ear and becomes irregular the moment
jonghyun comes first, leaning forward to bite hard into key's shoulder to stop himself from being too loud.
not too long after, he hears a long sigh escape key's lips and feels a sudden liquid warmth envelop his own hand.
he slides down the wall, watching the other boy clean himself up, and he regrets it immediately but the first word that comes out of his mouth is why.
he doesn't see it, but he feels key stop for a moment.
nothing is said, however, and jonghyun punches the wall as he hears the door slam shut.
jinki-centric
angst
191 words
pg (for theme? idk)
a/n: um it's horrible punctuation and lapslock and everything you all hate because it's just basically a nightmare i had last night that i wrote down.
jinki steals the bottle from the coordi noona when she's not looking
hayoon-ah, my doctor prescribed me these for when i can't sleep, they're amazing, i can sleep for hours and not be bothered
he keeps them in the bottom of his desk drawer, where he knows the others won't find it
not to use, he tells himself, but just in case
just in case.
just in case he's had schedules for four days straight and he gets home only to realize that it's 4am and the next event is in three hours
just in case he spends all night practicing choreography and tries and fails to nap on a bench outside the practice room because there's not enough time to go and come back before rehearsal starts again
just in case he's bone tired, exhausted to the core and all he wants to do is sleep
so he takes one
wakes up a few hours later, still tired as ever. he can't remember if he took that pill or not, so he takes another
and later another
and another
and finally he's able to sleep.
but he never wakes up
untitled
jonghyun/key
angst
322 words
r
a/n: it's not quite complete, but i just don't know how to finish it off.
'you're high again, aren't you?' jonghyun hisses as he tears his lips away from key's.
he knows the answer is obvious, but he feels obligated to ask anyway, cursing as he feels himself getting hard.
key grins, pupils still dilated, and raises one hand to jonghyun's mouth to stifle any further protest as the other hand makes its way into his pants.
one little motion is all it takes to wipe all the indignation and irritation from his mind.
jonghyun tears the other hand away from his mouth and roughly pulls key back in for a sloppy kiss, lips smashing, teeth everywhere. he swears he can taste blood and weed and tobacco and god knows what else but fuck, it tastes good.
a few fumbling gestures and both of their belts are unbuckled, zippers undone, they both know there's
not enough time, this isn't the place, but who gives a shit, really.
it's almost expected now, realizing that there's no time for actual sex but just enough to get each other off--
but when he feels that feverish hand wrap around his cock and start moving it's like all of him is just on fire.
jonghyun inhales sharply and leans flush against the wall, teeth clenched, eyes squeezed shut.
key's breath is loud and hot and wet in his ear and becomes irregular the moment
jonghyun comes first, leaning forward to bite hard into key's shoulder to stop himself from being too loud.
not too long after, he hears a long sigh escape key's lips and feels a sudden liquid warmth envelop his own hand.
he slides down the wall, watching the other boy clean himself up, and he regrets it immediately but the first word that comes out of his mouth is why.
he doesn't see it, but he feels key stop for a moment.
nothing is said, however, and jonghyun punches the wall as he hears the door slam shut.