[ exo ] drabble dump #1
title: uniformed wrinkles
pairing: xiumin / chanyeol
a/n: i wrote this a rly long time ago and it's honestly kind of disturbing but uh? ?? here u go it's weirdo chanyeol and some sort of accommodating minseok.
minseok’s boyfriend has a really, really big thing for uniforms.
no matter how exhausted or sweaty or gross he is when he gets home from a soccer practice, chanyeol always seems to bypass all of that as soon as he sees that red and black outfit. it covers more than half his body, exposing nothing but the space between the tops of his socks and bottoms of his shorts, his hands, and his face.
despite his fondness for it, the uniform never seems to stay on for long, chanyeol’s overeager hands and body pushing minseok back into the bed or couch or wall or table or whatever’s closest and peeling off his shinpads with a speed not even a lifelong soccer player could rival.
he’s learned to get used to it, to try and muster up as much energy as he can to respond to chanyeol although the tall boy seems to do everything for him anyways. it’s either quick, hurried sex to ebb off the insistent energy that seems to plague chanyeol or its lazy and languid and either way if it makes his boyfriend happy so he goes with it.
chanyeol’s told him he’s fallen half asleep a couple times midway through and although “it feels like fucking a corpse”, it’s the uniform that keeps him going until minseok wakes back up a couple seconds later and is coaxed into his release.
it’s a little creepy.
just a little.
(maybe a lot.)
but it’s okay, cause minseok loves chanyeol a lot and has gotten accustomed to dealing with his weird quirks and obnoxious laughter and stupidly large energy reserves. although he’s unbearably tired after soccer, he thinks he’s just downright braindead and exhausted after dealing with his boyfriend sometimes.
but -- this was what he signed up for, falling in love. and if it equals chanyeol fucking him in his locker room shower with his teammates still mulling around inside not ten feet away, then so be it.
title: tragedy turned silly
pairing: kai / yixing
a/n: here ya go merry. o/ it's way too serious at the beginning but it docked up my wc for the ww so. hope it's ok!
it’s no secret that exo is under stress, honestly. it’s clear in the way that kyungsoo avoids fans and is almost scared of most, in the way that kris gives the hardest stares to the cameras following him all the time, in how their shoulders bunch as they walk through crowded airports and try not to get trampled.
comeback preparations lay heavily on everyone, the sewol ferry incident delaying k’s overdose promoting and having them setback further than they’d ever wanted to be. even though m promotes in china thoroughly, they all still feel the pressure of k’s anticipation and nerves from overseas.
when m makes their way back to korea for a small visit, yixing isn’t surprised to see the slightly somber looks of his group’s counterparts. joonmyun tries his best to smile and make it seem as if nothing’s wrong, but even if he isn’t korean the changsha native knows that this isn’t something easy to get over.
next week they have an m countdown stage, and the music video is set to be uploaded to youtube in just a few days along with the album’s release. there’s a small fire burning beneath all of exo, a drive and a kick in the ass to show they still have to keep going. there may have been a tragedy but the world doesn’t stop.
they’re strong. they are one. it’s how the world works. no matter what, it keeps turning.
---
sehun and jongin take it the hardest, yixing knows. they’re only fresh out of high school themselves, probably having made the trip to jeju sometime during their own lifetimes. perhaps together.
sehun burrows himself beneath anyone who has an arm held open for him, takes solace wherever he can and takes comfort from whoever will let him. he’s open with his shock, sadness, doesn’t try to hide it.
jongin, though, is different. he’s always been known to keep everything inside, to compartmentalize, whether it’s missing his family or simply another waist or ankle injury of many. yixing worries for him not only as a hyung or ge but also just as a human being, a friend, as someone who cares for him a lot.
on their last night in korea, yixing can’t take watching the almost-maknae hole himself up in his room anymore. his chest aches so badly, knowing that k has probably left him to his devices for so long, not wanting to try and coax him out for fear of worsening his probably already-bad state.
he knocks hesitantly on the oak door, not hearing a response and swallowing thickly. he’s already halfdecided to turn around, to go back because maybe jongin’s asleep, maybe he’s just tired -- when he hears the smallest, slightest.. sniffle.
yixing pauses and his teeth sink into his lip, chest clenching even harder as he stays as quiet as possible just.. just to make sure.
and there it is again, a small sniff and maybe even a hiccup. there’s distinctive sounds of crying, and yixing can’t take walking away and knowing the barely legal boy is in there crying. he opens the door and quietly walks in, the silver haired boy not even looking up from where he’s sat at the edge of his bed with back to the door.
“jongin..?” says yixing, quietly, making his way over to tap jongin’s shoulder hesitantly. he turns his head, and the elder’s stomach sinks to see that his eyes are teary, rimmed red and ever-so-pretty. “are you okay?”
jongin swallows visibly, throat bobbing as his eyes flicker down in front of him a moment before turning back to yixing. the next moment a bright phone screen is being shoved in his face, the latter having to blink quite a few times to focus and clue in on what he’s looking at.
“my mom got new outfits for them -- they’re so cuuuute, xing.” he says, and then yixing gets it. “i miss them so much.”
it had been a picture of monggu and jjangu together, in a pair of sweaters and booties that were.. undeniably adorable. the fact that jongin is crying over this, however, has yixing trying to stifle a laugh behind a smile.
“you’re an idiot,” he says instead, letting himself chuckle as he sits next to jongin and wraps an arm around him to squeeze his side gently. the younger boy’s head falls, resting on his ge’s shoulder easily.
“she’s been sending them all week,” he sighs, and from the corner of his eye yixing can see him almost pouting. “i can’t wait until we get a break and i can go see them -- my sister’s probably been trying to spoil them so they forget me, y’know. she always wanted to be their favorite.” he rolls his eyes, and the elder shakes his head almost in disbelief.
“you’re so insane, jongin,” yixing sighs, gently headbutting said person’s own head. “i swear you’re the only guy i know who would ever cry and isolate himself just because he missed his dogs.”
“my kids,” jongin is quick to correct, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows up at yixing. “besides, hyung -- that’s why you like me, isn’t it? i’m not like everyone else.”
“yeah, sure, jongin. believe what you want.”
yixing promptly gets a bop on the head with a pillow, and all thoughts of sadness and tragedy are thrown out the window as two toddlers in adult bodies decide to pillowfight each other in fits of laughter until sleeping while they still have time to.
pairing: xiumin / chanyeol
a/n: i wrote this a rly long time ago and it's honestly kind of disturbing but uh? ?? here u go it's weirdo chanyeol and some sort of accommodating minseok.
minseok’s boyfriend has a really, really big thing for uniforms.
no matter how exhausted or sweaty or gross he is when he gets home from a soccer practice, chanyeol always seems to bypass all of that as soon as he sees that red and black outfit. it covers more than half his body, exposing nothing but the space between the tops of his socks and bottoms of his shorts, his hands, and his face.
despite his fondness for it, the uniform never seems to stay on for long, chanyeol’s overeager hands and body pushing minseok back into the bed or couch or wall or table or whatever’s closest and peeling off his shinpads with a speed not even a lifelong soccer player could rival.
he’s learned to get used to it, to try and muster up as much energy as he can to respond to chanyeol although the tall boy seems to do everything for him anyways. it’s either quick, hurried sex to ebb off the insistent energy that seems to plague chanyeol or its lazy and languid and either way if it makes his boyfriend happy so he goes with it.
chanyeol’s told him he’s fallen half asleep a couple times midway through and although “it feels like fucking a corpse”, it’s the uniform that keeps him going until minseok wakes back up a couple seconds later and is coaxed into his release.
it’s a little creepy.
just a little.
(maybe a lot.)
but it’s okay, cause minseok loves chanyeol a lot and has gotten accustomed to dealing with his weird quirks and obnoxious laughter and stupidly large energy reserves. although he’s unbearably tired after soccer, he thinks he’s just downright braindead and exhausted after dealing with his boyfriend sometimes.
but -- this was what he signed up for, falling in love. and if it equals chanyeol fucking him in his locker room shower with his teammates still mulling around inside not ten feet away, then so be it.
title: tragedy turned silly
pairing: kai / yixing
a/n: here ya go merry. o/ it's way too serious at the beginning but it docked up my wc for the ww so. hope it's ok!
it’s no secret that exo is under stress, honestly. it’s clear in the way that kyungsoo avoids fans and is almost scared of most, in the way that kris gives the hardest stares to the cameras following him all the time, in how their shoulders bunch as they walk through crowded airports and try not to get trampled.
comeback preparations lay heavily on everyone, the sewol ferry incident delaying k’s overdose promoting and having them setback further than they’d ever wanted to be. even though m promotes in china thoroughly, they all still feel the pressure of k’s anticipation and nerves from overseas.
when m makes their way back to korea for a small visit, yixing isn’t surprised to see the slightly somber looks of his group’s counterparts. joonmyun tries his best to smile and make it seem as if nothing’s wrong, but even if he isn’t korean the changsha native knows that this isn’t something easy to get over.
next week they have an m countdown stage, and the music video is set to be uploaded to youtube in just a few days along with the album’s release. there’s a small fire burning beneath all of exo, a drive and a kick in the ass to show they still have to keep going. there may have been a tragedy but the world doesn’t stop.
they’re strong. they are one. it’s how the world works. no matter what, it keeps turning.
---
sehun and jongin take it the hardest, yixing knows. they’re only fresh out of high school themselves, probably having made the trip to jeju sometime during their own lifetimes. perhaps together.
sehun burrows himself beneath anyone who has an arm held open for him, takes solace wherever he can and takes comfort from whoever will let him. he’s open with his shock, sadness, doesn’t try to hide it.
jongin, though, is different. he’s always been known to keep everything inside, to compartmentalize, whether it’s missing his family or simply another waist or ankle injury of many. yixing worries for him not only as a hyung or ge but also just as a human being, a friend, as someone who cares for him a lot.
on their last night in korea, yixing can’t take watching the almost-maknae hole himself up in his room anymore. his chest aches so badly, knowing that k has probably left him to his devices for so long, not wanting to try and coax him out for fear of worsening his probably already-bad state.
he knocks hesitantly on the oak door, not hearing a response and swallowing thickly. he’s already halfdecided to turn around, to go back because maybe jongin’s asleep, maybe he’s just tired -- when he hears the smallest, slightest.. sniffle.
yixing pauses and his teeth sink into his lip, chest clenching even harder as he stays as quiet as possible just.. just to make sure.
and there it is again, a small sniff and maybe even a hiccup. there’s distinctive sounds of crying, and yixing can’t take walking away and knowing the barely legal boy is in there crying. he opens the door and quietly walks in, the silver haired boy not even looking up from where he’s sat at the edge of his bed with back to the door.
“jongin..?” says yixing, quietly, making his way over to tap jongin’s shoulder hesitantly. he turns his head, and the elder’s stomach sinks to see that his eyes are teary, rimmed red and ever-so-pretty. “are you okay?”
jongin swallows visibly, throat bobbing as his eyes flicker down in front of him a moment before turning back to yixing. the next moment a bright phone screen is being shoved in his face, the latter having to blink quite a few times to focus and clue in on what he’s looking at.
“my mom got new outfits for them -- they’re so cuuuute, xing.” he says, and then yixing gets it. “i miss them so much.”
it had been a picture of monggu and jjangu together, in a pair of sweaters and booties that were.. undeniably adorable. the fact that jongin is crying over this, however, has yixing trying to stifle a laugh behind a smile.
“you’re an idiot,” he says instead, letting himself chuckle as he sits next to jongin and wraps an arm around him to squeeze his side gently. the younger boy’s head falls, resting on his ge’s shoulder easily.
“she’s been sending them all week,” he sighs, and from the corner of his eye yixing can see him almost pouting. “i can’t wait until we get a break and i can go see them -- my sister’s probably been trying to spoil them so they forget me, y’know. she always wanted to be their favorite.” he rolls his eyes, and the elder shakes his head almost in disbelief.
“you’re so insane, jongin,” yixing sighs, gently headbutting said person’s own head. “i swear you’re the only guy i know who would ever cry and isolate himself just because he missed his dogs.”
“my kids,” jongin is quick to correct, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows up at yixing. “besides, hyung -- that’s why you like me, isn’t it? i’m not like everyone else.”
“yeah, sure, jongin. believe what you want.”
yixing promptly gets a bop on the head with a pillow, and all thoughts of sadness and tragedy are thrown out the window as two toddlers in adult bodies decide to pillowfight each other in fits of laughter until sleeping while they still have time to.