pasko40056a: army, trolling kris, dancing
for: pasko40056a
prompt: i really really really want a AU army... ;;
a/n: still working on it >.>;;
Jongdae is 16 when he is sent to the Academy. The bus drops him along with twenty other new cadets-plebes-off at the main entrance where they are herded off into the quad to join the rest of the recruits. They are sorted into groups and made to stand in neat, single file lines under the blazing, late summer sun. Orientation starts at fifteen thirty and Jongdae sits there, staring at the single-haired mole above Commander Gordon’s upper lip. He tries not to get too close to the kid standing in front of him.
He doesn’t think about how much he already hates the Academy. He doesn’t think about the friends he has left behind. He doesn’t think about his parents. Not his mother and how betrayed he feels at her for letting call-me-Dav Jungho send him here and definitely not his father.
The physical education is intense. They go through boot camp for the first two weeks and then again at the beginning of every trimester. There’s PT in the morning and PT in the afternoon. Saturdays are for clubs, and baseball in the quad. Soccer is at the track. Basketball is in the gym. Sometimes, when the weather is nice enough, kids gather at the courts in the field off the track. Before the academy, sports had never been Jongdae’s thing and, he soon learns, will never be his thing so he joins step instead.
In school they are taught about the wars and battles. They are taught combat strategies, and math, and science. They learn about honor and ethics, how to be a good man, and a better soldier. Courses are designed to teach them about teamwork but what Jongdae learns in his first year is to keep secrets. He meets all kinds of people. Some he befriends, skipping classes together then cleaning the bathrooms in the bareks when they get caught.
He sneaks out into town with Baekhyun and Chanyeol on Friday nights. Some nights they wander through the woods behind the academy. Those nights they lay under the stars, just talking and listening, not thinking about what will happen in the morning when Private Lanier makes them scrub the floors of whatever room they haven’t already cleaned. They laugh about the stupid things they’ve done through the week, the teachers, and the other cadets.
They don’t talk about the things that must not be discussed. They don’t talk about Chanyeol’s parents or how they never visit or call or seem to care. They don’t talk about the pills under Baekhyun’s mattress or how he sometimes skips breakfast and lunch and dinner. They don’t talk about where Jongdae disappears to on Satruday nights or the marks he comes back with the following morning.
Some people Jongdae avoids, and tries to ignore and when they learn to fight, Jongdae learns to defend himself. He’s one of the shortest boys in the whole academy. It isn’t long before he learns to use it.
The next year is like the first, except he’s a year older, with more responsibilities and higher expectations placed upon him. He still hates the Academy, but not so much now that he has friends to share his pain with. After two years the Academy becomes his home. He knows all the hallways and corridors on campus. He becomes familiar with the places hidden from the cameras and where the security guards don’t patrol. He gets to meet people he can call friends and for once in his life, Jongdae doesn’t feel like the world is crashing down on him.
That all changes in his third year, when the wolf boys come.
***
“I mean, what I don’t get is why he had to trash my manhood like that.” Chanyeol says, following Baekhyun and Jongdae into the auditorium. They sit in the middle with the rest of their class.
“What manhood?” Baekhyun says and Jongdae almost chocks on his coke laughing.
“Damn Baek. That hurt…” Chanyeol places his hand over his chest, his face contorts into something Jongdae thinks makes him looks like he’s mildly constipated.
“Coming from the guy who still sleeps with a teddy bear.” Jongdae says just low enough for the people in the next row to hear. He smiles when he hears the snickers but is a little disappointed when Baekhyun doesn’t show any reaction.
It’s been months since Jongdae has gotten a reaction other than mild apathy out of the other boy and sometimes Jongdae longed to go back to their plebeian days, where they were just getting to know each other and Baekhyun didn’t quite how to deal with him. At least Chanyeol humored him, Jongdae thinks, settling into his seat.
“I’ll have you know, Mr. Teddy’s a panda bear.” Baekhyun corrects, “And so what? At least I don’t paint my toe nails, and wear fruity ass perfumes.”
“That was one night-”
“One?” Chanyeol buts in, “What about that time when in October when you-”
“Why do I even bother to defend you?” He punches Chanyeol on the arm, “I meant the nail painting. And besides, you can’t tell me you don’t like Passion Fruit Paradise.”
“Okay, I think we get it. None of you are men.” Kyungsoo says when he turns. Jongdae can hear muffled snickers from more than a couple guys sitting around them. “Now can you shut up? It’s starting.”
“Yes mom.” Jongdae mutters as the principal walks up on stage. The national anthem starts playing and they rise, hands over hearts, to take the pledge.
It is Monday morning of the first day of school. As per tradition, the whole school is packed into the auditorium for the annual school wide welcome back assembly. They are split by rank, year and class. Cows are placed in the middle with Yearlings and Plebeians on either side. The Firsties, the seniors, in their newly pressed dress whites take up the first couple rows with the faculty and guest speakers.
The principal launches into his start of the year welcome speech and Jongdae, having already heard this twice before, only half listens. He reclines in his seats and lets his eyes wander. He looks to the plebes, the newbies, reeking of youth and a nervous haze of excitement only [newbies]. They sit with their backs straight, their attention never wandering from the principal, or the speaker after him.
Yearlings are never interesting so Jongdae moves on to the Firsties. He spots the back of Joonmyun’s head first, and then Minseok all the way on the other side of the auditorium. Beside him are people Jongdae doesn’t know but he has an idea of who they maybe and he is proven right when they, along with their instructor are called up on stage and introduced by the principal.
“International students from China”, the principal calls them, but the cadets know them by another name, the wolves. Every year a set of them comes to study at the Academy. They are from all over, the Americas, Europe, Asia. Last year, was Brazil, and the year before that was Canada. The whole program is to teach the cadets about the international community or something like that. Jongdae doesn’t really know. He’s never listened to the whole speech.
Nobody really knows how the name came about but Jongdae thinks that it adequately describes dynamic in which the international students operate. They stick to their pack and rarely venturing off on their on their own without the permission of the alpha-their Captain. They didn’t shun the Academy cadets-what would be the point of the program if they did?-but work together more often than not.
There’s a rumor that the first international students who studied at the Academy had each had tattoos of wolves somewhere on their body and the name had just stuck, being passes down over the years, becoming a tradition (along with the tradition of the wolves getting tattoos at the end of their stay) in the way most of the Academy’s traditions come about.
Jongdae had never really paid much attention to them. They a new pack arrived every year and at the end of the year they bid them farewell. The packs are primarily formed of Firsties and occasionally Cows who like to think of themselves as firsties, so Jongdae has never had that much interaction with them in the past two years. Sitting in his seat, he doesn’t think this year will be any different.
prompt: When Chen tries to be loveydovey with his BoyFriend Xing just to troll his Bf homopobic-facial expression friend - Kris.
(GOD KRIS GOD: http://25.media.tumblr.com/ce22a4bada43962ccfac54abbf3dd524/tumblr_monqq3BEpd1r6dd49o1_500.jpg
http://kyungsensual.tumblr.com/image/53378204034)
They are at the aquarium and Kris gets stuck with the idiot couple. He doesn’t know how it happens, one minute they’re a group of twelve, the next minute everyone has scattered, leaving him third wheel to Yixing and Jongdae.
Kris doesn’t have a problem with Jongdae and Yixing holding hands. He doesn’t have a problem with them touching each other whenever they have the chance which is usually every two seconds. He doesn’t even have a problem with them kissing or making out, granted he not be in the general vicinity when it takes place.
Kris does, however, have a problem with Yixing and Jongdae pointing at all the little fish and comparing their “cuteness” to each other (their words, not his). Kris has a problem with Jongdae and Yixing calling each other by their inane nicknames. He has a problem with the two of them doing aegyo right in front of him, especially when he’s trying to eat.
It’s not that Kris does it on purpose. He doesn’t mean to. The muscles in his face contort on their own. It’s a reflex to the disgustingly high amount of unabashed cheese and sap emanating from the two guys in front of him.
It’s not until Jongdae says:
“Hyung, please fix your face. You don’t wanna scare the fishes.”
that Kris even realizes he’s doing it.
***
“Gege look.” Jongdae runs to Yixing, holding out his hand. “I have a booboo.” There’s nothing there. Kris knows because he was there when Jongdae accidentally scuffed his hand on the edge of the dresser. He had hissed, waving his hand about and Kris had asked him if he was okay. Jongdae had nodded and they had gone back to moving furniture.
Yixing takes his hand and Kris knows that Yixing knows that there’s nothing there but, much to Kris’s chagrin, he plays along anyway.
“Oh our poor Jongdae.” He says and Jongdae nods, eyes wide, a pout on his lips.
“Kiss it and make it better.” Jongdae’s says, his voice dripping with false innocence. It’s more than a little disturbing, almost frightening to see Jongdae act like this and with Kris’s best friend no less. It doesn’t make it better that Yixing is going along with all of this, like he always does.
Jongdae gets his kiss, a pat on the cheek as well as a grope on his ass that Kris really wishes he had the ability to unsee. He turns around before Kris has a chance to fix his expression or look away.
“Maybe Kris needs a kiss too. His face doesn’t look so good.” He says and Kris blanches. He can feel the smugness behind those innocent eyes.
At least they aren’t doing this in public, Kris thinks. That’s really all he can hope for at this point.
***
They’re being normal for once, Kris thinks when he walks into the living room. Yixing and Jongdae are in the kitchen cooking because Kris refuses to acknowledge all the others things one might do when one is evil and alone with one’s boyfriend. It looks normal enough, Kris decides, flopping onto the couch and turning on the TV.
It’s the minute he gets comfortable-and Kris knows Jongdae has planned for this exact minute-that he hears a moan. It’s followed by:
“Jongdae stop.”
“But Yixingie hyung doesn’t it feel good?”
“Jongdae-” Yixing laughs.
“Hyung you’re so cute, especially when I touch you here-”
And that’s when Kris decides that no he really doesn’t want to see where this is going and abruptly leaves.
(“Quit it.” Yixing lightly smacks Jongdae’s wet hands away from his neck. “You’re supposed to be washing the vegetables, not me. Now get back to work. We have to get this done. They’ll be here in an hour.”
“Yes hyung.” He says in a sing song voice, walking back to his place in front of the sink.
“Oh, where did Kris go this time?” Yixing asks when he doesn’t see his roommate on the couch. “I still haven’t told him your parents are coming over tonight and we need the apartment.” Jongdae shrugs.
“I don’t think he’s going to be around tonight.”
“He’s not?” Yixing turns to his boyfriend and throws him a questioning look. “Did he tell you?”
Jongdae smiles, “I just have a feeling.”)
***
“Hey, Yixing how-”
“Shh,” Yixing presses his index to his lips. “I just got him to sleep,” he whispers. Jongdae is curled on the couch. His head is pillowed on Yixing’s lap, Yixing’s hand rubbing circles on his back. For a moment Kris just stares at the two of them. Jongdae is evil, Kris is pretty sure of that, but when he sleeps he looks less of a monster.
“You…really like him don’t you.” It’s not a question because Kris has eyes. He can see the tender look Yixing gives his sleeping boyfriend. He sees the soft, indulgent smile that spreads across Yixing’s lips when he Jongdae mumbles something in his sleep, shifting on the couch so he is closer to Yixing.
Yixing smiles. Nodding, he says “yeah” and it’s so sincere Kris has to look away. He scratches the back of the head, ignoring the blush that is spreading on his face (no one other than Yixing could say something like that with a straight face).
“Just-” Kris starts. By now his face is flushed red, and he looks everywhere but his best friend.
“Hn?”
“Justbecarefulalright?” It comes out in one long breath. Slower he says, “I don’t want to see you get hurt. Both of you.” He adds the last part with a glance to Jongdae.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” Kris says and he means it. If Jongdae would never let him live this down if he knew.
prompt: And a smut request from my lazy friend~ Chen is failing in his dance class, and yixing is more then happy to help him.
And that leads to a sweaty sex in the practice room full of mirrors
[umm...]I'm like a quarter of the way done...
prompt: i really really really want a AU army... ;;
a/n: still working on it >.>;;
Jongdae is 16 when he is sent to the Academy. The bus drops him along with twenty other new cadets-plebes-off at the main entrance where they are herded off into the quad to join the rest of the recruits. They are sorted into groups and made to stand in neat, single file lines under the blazing, late summer sun. Orientation starts at fifteen thirty and Jongdae sits there, staring at the single-haired mole above Commander Gordon’s upper lip. He tries not to get too close to the kid standing in front of him.
He doesn’t think about how much he already hates the Academy. He doesn’t think about the friends he has left behind. He doesn’t think about his parents. Not his mother and how betrayed he feels at her for letting call-me-Dav Jungho send him here and definitely not his father.
The physical education is intense. They go through boot camp for the first two weeks and then again at the beginning of every trimester. There’s PT in the morning and PT in the afternoon. Saturdays are for clubs, and baseball in the quad. Soccer is at the track. Basketball is in the gym. Sometimes, when the weather is nice enough, kids gather at the courts in the field off the track. Before the academy, sports had never been Jongdae’s thing and, he soon learns, will never be his thing so he joins step instead.
In school they are taught about the wars and battles. They are taught combat strategies, and math, and science. They learn about honor and ethics, how to be a good man, and a better soldier. Courses are designed to teach them about teamwork but what Jongdae learns in his first year is to keep secrets. He meets all kinds of people. Some he befriends, skipping classes together then cleaning the bathrooms in the bareks when they get caught.
He sneaks out into town with Baekhyun and Chanyeol on Friday nights. Some nights they wander through the woods behind the academy. Those nights they lay under the stars, just talking and listening, not thinking about what will happen in the morning when Private Lanier makes them scrub the floors of whatever room they haven’t already cleaned. They laugh about the stupid things they’ve done through the week, the teachers, and the other cadets.
They don’t talk about the things that must not be discussed. They don’t talk about Chanyeol’s parents or how they never visit or call or seem to care. They don’t talk about the pills under Baekhyun’s mattress or how he sometimes skips breakfast and lunch and dinner. They don’t talk about where Jongdae disappears to on Satruday nights or the marks he comes back with the following morning.
Some people Jongdae avoids, and tries to ignore and when they learn to fight, Jongdae learns to defend himself. He’s one of the shortest boys in the whole academy. It isn’t long before he learns to use it.
The next year is like the first, except he’s a year older, with more responsibilities and higher expectations placed upon him. He still hates the Academy, but not so much now that he has friends to share his pain with. After two years the Academy becomes his home. He knows all the hallways and corridors on campus. He becomes familiar with the places hidden from the cameras and where the security guards don’t patrol. He gets to meet people he can call friends and for once in his life, Jongdae doesn’t feel like the world is crashing down on him.
That all changes in his third year, when the wolf boys come.
***
“I mean, what I don’t get is why he had to trash my manhood like that.” Chanyeol says, following Baekhyun and Jongdae into the auditorium. They sit in the middle with the rest of their class.
“What manhood?” Baekhyun says and Jongdae almost chocks on his coke laughing.
“Damn Baek. That hurt…” Chanyeol places his hand over his chest, his face contorts into something Jongdae thinks makes him looks like he’s mildly constipated.
“Coming from the guy who still sleeps with a teddy bear.” Jongdae says just low enough for the people in the next row to hear. He smiles when he hears the snickers but is a little disappointed when Baekhyun doesn’t show any reaction.
It’s been months since Jongdae has gotten a reaction other than mild apathy out of the other boy and sometimes Jongdae longed to go back to their plebeian days, where they were just getting to know each other and Baekhyun didn’t quite how to deal with him. At least Chanyeol humored him, Jongdae thinks, settling into his seat.
“I’ll have you know, Mr. Teddy’s a panda bear.” Baekhyun corrects, “And so what? At least I don’t paint my toe nails, and wear fruity ass perfumes.”
“That was one night-”
“One?” Chanyeol buts in, “What about that time when in October when you-”
“Why do I even bother to defend you?” He punches Chanyeol on the arm, “I meant the nail painting. And besides, you can’t tell me you don’t like Passion Fruit Paradise.”
“Okay, I think we get it. None of you are men.” Kyungsoo says when he turns. Jongdae can hear muffled snickers from more than a couple guys sitting around them. “Now can you shut up? It’s starting.”
“Yes mom.” Jongdae mutters as the principal walks up on stage. The national anthem starts playing and they rise, hands over hearts, to take the pledge.
It is Monday morning of the first day of school. As per tradition, the whole school is packed into the auditorium for the annual school wide welcome back assembly. They are split by rank, year and class. Cows are placed in the middle with Yearlings and Plebeians on either side. The Firsties, the seniors, in their newly pressed dress whites take up the first couple rows with the faculty and guest speakers.
The principal launches into his start of the year welcome speech and Jongdae, having already heard this twice before, only half listens. He reclines in his seats and lets his eyes wander. He looks to the plebes, the newbies, reeking of youth and a nervous haze of excitement only [newbies]. They sit with their backs straight, their attention never wandering from the principal, or the speaker after him.
Yearlings are never interesting so Jongdae moves on to the Firsties. He spots the back of Joonmyun’s head first, and then Minseok all the way on the other side of the auditorium. Beside him are people Jongdae doesn’t know but he has an idea of who they maybe and he is proven right when they, along with their instructor are called up on stage and introduced by the principal.
“International students from China”, the principal calls them, but the cadets know them by another name, the wolves. Every year a set of them comes to study at the Academy. They are from all over, the Americas, Europe, Asia. Last year, was Brazil, and the year before that was Canada. The whole program is to teach the cadets about the international community or something like that. Jongdae doesn’t really know. He’s never listened to the whole speech.
Nobody really knows how the name came about but Jongdae thinks that it adequately describes dynamic in which the international students operate. They stick to their pack and rarely venturing off on their on their own without the permission of the alpha-their Captain. They didn’t shun the Academy cadets-what would be the point of the program if they did?-but work together more often than not.
There’s a rumor that the first international students who studied at the Academy had each had tattoos of wolves somewhere on their body and the name had just stuck, being passes down over the years, becoming a tradition (along with the tradition of the wolves getting tattoos at the end of their stay) in the way most of the Academy’s traditions come about.
Jongdae had never really paid much attention to them. They a new pack arrived every year and at the end of the year they bid them farewell. The packs are primarily formed of Firsties and occasionally Cows who like to think of themselves as firsties, so Jongdae has never had that much interaction with them in the past two years. Sitting in his seat, he doesn’t think this year will be any different.
prompt: When Chen tries to be loveydovey with his BoyFriend Xing just to troll his Bf homopobic-facial expression friend - Kris.
(GOD KRIS GOD: http://25.media.tumblr.com/ce22a4bada43962ccfac54abbf3dd524/tumblr_monqq3BEpd1r6dd49o1_500.jpg
http://kyungsensual.tumblr.com/image/53378204034)
They are at the aquarium and Kris gets stuck with the idiot couple. He doesn’t know how it happens, one minute they’re a group of twelve, the next minute everyone has scattered, leaving him third wheel to Yixing and Jongdae.
Kris doesn’t have a problem with Jongdae and Yixing holding hands. He doesn’t have a problem with them touching each other whenever they have the chance which is usually every two seconds. He doesn’t even have a problem with them kissing or making out, granted he not be in the general vicinity when it takes place.
Kris does, however, have a problem with Yixing and Jongdae pointing at all the little fish and comparing their “cuteness” to each other (their words, not his). Kris has a problem with Jongdae and Yixing calling each other by their inane nicknames. He has a problem with the two of them doing aegyo right in front of him, especially when he’s trying to eat.
It’s not that Kris does it on purpose. He doesn’t mean to. The muscles in his face contort on their own. It’s a reflex to the disgustingly high amount of unabashed cheese and sap emanating from the two guys in front of him.
It’s not until Jongdae says:
“Hyung, please fix your face. You don’t wanna scare the fishes.”
that Kris even realizes he’s doing it.
***
“Gege look.” Jongdae runs to Yixing, holding out his hand. “I have a booboo.” There’s nothing there. Kris knows because he was there when Jongdae accidentally scuffed his hand on the edge of the dresser. He had hissed, waving his hand about and Kris had asked him if he was okay. Jongdae had nodded and they had gone back to moving furniture.
Yixing takes his hand and Kris knows that Yixing knows that there’s nothing there but, much to Kris’s chagrin, he plays along anyway.
“Oh our poor Jongdae.” He says and Jongdae nods, eyes wide, a pout on his lips.
“Kiss it and make it better.” Jongdae’s says, his voice dripping with false innocence. It’s more than a little disturbing, almost frightening to see Jongdae act like this and with Kris’s best friend no less. It doesn’t make it better that Yixing is going along with all of this, like he always does.
Jongdae gets his kiss, a pat on the cheek as well as a grope on his ass that Kris really wishes he had the ability to unsee. He turns around before Kris has a chance to fix his expression or look away.
“Maybe Kris needs a kiss too. His face doesn’t look so good.” He says and Kris blanches. He can feel the smugness behind those innocent eyes.
At least they aren’t doing this in public, Kris thinks. That’s really all he can hope for at this point.
***
They’re being normal for once, Kris thinks when he walks into the living room. Yixing and Jongdae are in the kitchen cooking because Kris refuses to acknowledge all the others things one might do when one is evil and alone with one’s boyfriend. It looks normal enough, Kris decides, flopping onto the couch and turning on the TV.
It’s the minute he gets comfortable-and Kris knows Jongdae has planned for this exact minute-that he hears a moan. It’s followed by:
“Jongdae stop.”
“But Yixingie hyung doesn’t it feel good?”
“Jongdae-” Yixing laughs.
“Hyung you’re so cute, especially when I touch you here-”
And that’s when Kris decides that no he really doesn’t want to see where this is going and abruptly leaves.
(“Quit it.” Yixing lightly smacks Jongdae’s wet hands away from his neck. “You’re supposed to be washing the vegetables, not me. Now get back to work. We have to get this done. They’ll be here in an hour.”
“Yes hyung.” He says in a sing song voice, walking back to his place in front of the sink.
“Oh, where did Kris go this time?” Yixing asks when he doesn’t see his roommate on the couch. “I still haven’t told him your parents are coming over tonight and we need the apartment.” Jongdae shrugs.
“I don’t think he’s going to be around tonight.”
“He’s not?” Yixing turns to his boyfriend and throws him a questioning look. “Did he tell you?”
Jongdae smiles, “I just have a feeling.”)
***
“Hey, Yixing how-”
“Shh,” Yixing presses his index to his lips. “I just got him to sleep,” he whispers. Jongdae is curled on the couch. His head is pillowed on Yixing’s lap, Yixing’s hand rubbing circles on his back. For a moment Kris just stares at the two of them. Jongdae is evil, Kris is pretty sure of that, but when he sleeps he looks less of a monster.
“You…really like him don’t you.” It’s not a question because Kris has eyes. He can see the tender look Yixing gives his sleeping boyfriend. He sees the soft, indulgent smile that spreads across Yixing’s lips when he Jongdae mumbles something in his sleep, shifting on the couch so he is closer to Yixing.
Yixing smiles. Nodding, he says “yeah” and it’s so sincere Kris has to look away. He scratches the back of the head, ignoring the blush that is spreading on his face (no one other than Yixing could say something like that with a straight face).
“Just-” Kris starts. By now his face is flushed red, and he looks everywhere but his best friend.
“Hn?”
“Justbecarefulalright?” It comes out in one long breath. Slower he says, “I don’t want to see you get hurt. Both of you.” He adds the last part with a glance to Jongdae.
“Thanks.”
“Yeah, don’t mention it.” Kris says and he means it. If Jongdae would never let him live this down if he knew.
prompt: And a smut request from my lazy friend~ Chen is failing in his dance class, and yixing is more then happy to help him.
And that leads to a sweaty sex in the practice room full of mirrors
[umm...]I'm like a quarter of the way done...