Drabble Dump 4
Title: Please Fade
Paring: broken!Kaisoo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1484
Summary:But the nightmares come back
Notes: I only write late at night so, terriblely unbeta'ed. Inspired by eyes,nose,lips cover by tablo a kaisoo for cy
Eyes
They say the eyes are the window to the soul and it feels like when Kyungsoo looks at him, he looks him straight into his soul. He’s suddenly laid bare, all his flaws, his very being, cut through with one single look. It’s how he meets Kyungsoo.
He doesn’t even need to think to remember exactly what they looked like, all he has to do is close his eyes and behind the blackness his mind’s eyes draw up exactly what they look like. They slant just the slightest bit downwards at the ends, contrasting the soft curve of his eyelid. Large, expressive eyes that follow the exact shape of a tulip’s petal, framed by lashes that pointed straight down.
He doesn’t only remember how they look when Kyungsoo’s happy. He remembers the anxious way they fluttered when he appeared at Jongin’s door in the dead of the night, the way they said how nervous Kyungsoo was about his audition tomorrow, the way they softened in relief when Jongin just swept him into his arms.
He remembers how much he wanted to commit to memory the way they relaxed when Kyungsoo napped in his lap, exhausted from an anxious audition.
He remembers the way they looked as he woke up, the slow way his eyes focused, irises drowning the man who hovered above him, breath caught in his throat. The way sleepiness changed into fondness; it’s all memorized behind his closed eyelids.
But he also remembers how they filled with tears, blinking rapidly to carry away the moisture, denying that they were there. He remembers how Kyungsoo couldn’t look him straight in the eye, too choked up with emotions, too busy trying to hide the lies, the hurt, the reason why the words coming out of his mouth were cold, cruel, and cutting. Kyungsoo’s eyes can’t lie to Jongin but Jongin couldn’t see past his own tears heand Kyungsoo doesn't look Jongin once in the eye.
He remembers trying to get that one last desperate look of those eyes, those eyes that once held adoration, fondness, affection in them, but they’re bloodshot, before being squeezed shut, tears pushed out, rolling down his cheeks like raindrops, thick, heavy, and melancholy.
He can’t remember past then because the word “regret” is painted large, bright, and makes it too painful for him to remember.
Nose
“Your nose is really cute,” Jongin blurted out to Kyungsoo, hands clapping over his mouth, ears catching up to realize that he’s said it out loud. Kyungsoo turned to Jongin blinking, that cute button nose crinkling up just the slightest and he digs his fingernails into his palm trying to hold back an adoring gasp.
“I’m sorry?” Kyungsoo asked, amusement lacing his voice.
“Nothing!” Jongin tried to say through his nose, hands still clasped over his mouth like an attempt to keep his secrets inside of him.
Kyungsoo gave him a look, looking down his nose at Jongin, even though the younger is taller but then he chuckles and it’s like the sun’s broken over the horizon and Jongin’s knocked onto his back.
He remembers bending down, after their first date, aiming for Kyungsoo’s forehead but he misses, lips landing on Kyungsoo’s nose instead. He isn’t even dead center, lip brushing on his left nostril and Kyungsoo snorts, amused at Jongin’s embarrassment. His voice is soft and encouraging as he says, “Try again.” And this time, he doesn’t even try for the forehead, carefully kissing the tip of Kyungsoo’s nose. He draws back, teeth digging into his lower lip, face hot but he forgets it all when there’s a shy smile on Kyungsoo’s lips too.
He remembers his even breathing, harsh breaths coming down from a rush, falling to a slower, calmer breathing, to slow breaths, lulled to sleep by the comfort that drags through his veins like no other drug. He remembers counting the breaths, his breathing synchronized with Kyungsoo’s and how his little body moved up and down with Jongin’s breathing. It took his breath away.
But he remembers the angry flares of Kyungsoo’s nose as he screams, screams, screams, dragging in breaths only to prepare for another battle cry. The way his nose wrinkled in anger, baring his teeth when Jongin reaches forward to apologize, calm him down, anything and it’s the way his Kyungsoo looks down his nose at Jongin like he’s disgusting, something he doesn’t want to touch that makes his hand falter before coming back to rest by his side. Kyungsoo huffs an angry breath before he whips around, more words tossed behind him in anger, before slamming the door shut. The dust the rises from the impact stains the inside of his nose and it just smells like loneliness and abandonment.
Lips
This must be what nirvana feels like, Jongin had thought crazily, eyes shut, adrenaline zipping through his body, when he first kisses Kyungsoo. It’s like something out of a dream, the way he felt the warmth of Kyungsoo’s lips, the way they yielded under his hesitant pushes, the way they’re pressed up against his.
He remembers the very shape of them, full, plump, pouty, a soft cupid’s bow before tumbling down a hilly slope, evening out to corners quirked downwards.
He remembers how he first noticed Kyungsoo’s upper teeth nibbling on his lower lip, a habit he hadn't noticed before but when he mentions it to Kyungsoo, he doesn't expect the flush the runs up his neck his ears. “I don’t,” Kyungsoo muttered, quiet.
Jongin frowned. “You were biting your lip, hyung.”
For some reason, Kyungsoo ducks his chin into his collar, hiding the his chin, his lips, his jaw and he’s mumbling words into the fabric.
“I’m sorry?”
Kyungsoo glances up at him before they run back down. “I got the habit from you. You bite your lips a lot.”
He tastes the blood that breaks out on his lip, tangy and metallic, but he’s still looking at Kyungsoo’s lips, revelation rolling around his mind like thunder. It takes 26 days to form a habit. Kyungsoo’s been looking.
He remembers the sweet way they parted, slick and warm, welcoming in Jongin. Filthy words fell from the same lips that kissed Jongin so sweetly, a wave of heat pulsing through Jongin as he shudders at the image his mind conjures at Kyungsoo’s sinful temptations. Kyungsoo’s lips had made their way slowly down his body, worshiping his every curve, lingering to tease hard buds and tracing around the faint outline of his abdominal muscles, a whistle of appreciation sliding out. But Jongin doesn’t, can’t conjure the image of them stretching hotly around his cock because he had thrown his head back, hearing the solid thud but he can’t feel anything but waves and waves of pleasure that drown out any pin prick of pain. His eyes are squeezed shut, his own whimpers and gasps sound needy to his ears but the way Kyungsoo swallows around him, he can’t help himself. Before long, his eyes fly open and he’s gasping out a warning, fingernails digging into his hyung’s shoulders, stomach clenching but Kyungsoo just continues, eyes dark and strong as they look into Jongin’s tearful one as he tips over the edge.
When he comes down from his high, those lips pop off him, the noise dirty but the man licking his lips, heavenly. Those lips come up and they just order him to open up and then he can taste himself on Kyungsoo’s tongue, his boyfriend licking his way into his mouth and the heavy makeout session has him stirring up again.
“Young, indeed,” Kyungsoo chuckles, amused and far too composed to Jongin’s liking. He vows to change that.
But he remembers those lips that churned out lie after lie, lips swollen and bruised but not from his own doing. He remembers all those promises that he kissed down Jongin’s jaw, hopeful little promises like “I’ll never leave you” “I’m so lucky to have found you” and the most crushing of them “I love you”. The bruises they left behind on his neck have long faded but the promises that were made with them, linger on Jongin and he can hear those promises being broken. It’s not angry, shouted words coming from Kyungsoo anymore but broken, apologetic “I’m sorry”s now. He doesn’t know which one hurts more.
Still got me dying
It’s all these memories that torture him. Old memories, happy memories, hurtful memories, cherished memories, memories that he’s tried to forget. They flit behind his closed eyelids like a broken film, but no matter how much time has passed, how many other quick, fleeting relationship he tries to throw himself into, no matter how many one night stands he leaves a note behind can erase them from his memory.
And they leave him crying.
They say time flies, but you keep breaking it’s wings.
Jongin can’t forget him even if he dies.
Title: All I Want for Christmas
Paring: broken!xiuhan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 507
Summary: Party's over
Notes: I miss him a lot. another tweetfic
The party’s over. That much is evident by how far gone Yixing is, his legs sticking out from underneath the coffee table, how Jongin’s long into sleep, curled up on a corner of the couch, and how Minseok’s wandering back into dark memories. He’s not drunk enough, he can feel it by the way like a hole’s gaping in his chest. Staring at the slowly melting ice in his glass, Minseok’s pensive, watching the watered down vodka swirl at the bottom. It’s better than watching Sehun and Zitao take half drunk selcas in the corner, though.
Christmas is upon them. It’s Christmas eve, Christmas, night bleeding into morning. It’s 3AM, maybe 4, but to Minseok, it’s too late, too early. He doesn’t even know why he’s still awake, he’d rather be passed out like one of his members. They don’t have to remember how Luhan’s hands felt brushing absently over their hair, how the whispered words of you’re gorgeous, you’re amazing, you’re everything I need, I love you, I love you, I love you glide across their skin, melting between Korean and Mandarin, or how much an absence of a goodbye feels.
“Hyung?”
Minseok startles, broken out of his thoughts, and the ice stops clinking in the glass. He didn’t even realize that anyone was still awake.
It’s Kyungsoo. One of the more manage members, not to mention one of the ones who don’t drink much, so Minseok can see why he isn’t knocked out.
“Hyung?” he repeats.
It’s too late for Minseok to try to lie, so instead of pasting on a fake smile, he lets something of a pitying grin crook up the corner of his mouth. Without turning, he waves his hand in a come hither motion.
Kyungsoo settles in the chair next to him and they’re quiet. Minseok and Kyungsoo don’t really have to speak to enjoy each other’s company and Minseok usually appreciates that. But right now, he wants to drown out his thoughts. “Christmas, huh?” he tries.
He doesn’t want to look at Kyungsoo in fear that he’ll see something like pity in his gaze. “Yeah. Christmas,” the other murmurs.
“Did you ask Santa for a present, Kyungsoo?”
“Yeah.” Minseok doesn’t bother correcting him for speaking familiarly with him. It’s too damn late to care.
“Did you?” Kyungsoo asks.
Minseok snorts, but he entertains the idea. It’s almost like the moment when a victim stares down the barrel of a gun, when a suicidee stands at the edge of the cliff taking in that last breath. He turns to look at Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo’s already looking at him and when the elder turns, there’s so so so much vulnerability in his eyes. The honestly is so piercing, it hurts. “Yeah, Soo. I did.”
Kyungsoo can’t help the “what did you ask for?” from coming out. He knows Minseok wanted him to ask.
“What did I ask for? Something I can’t have.” Minseok’s stalling.
His knuckles are white around his glass when he stops breathing. “I asked for Luhan back.”
Title: Oh my Gods!
Paring: xiuhun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 583
Summary: god!au. In which Sehun is still an infuriating little shit. Except an immortal infuriating little shit.
Notes: Written shittily at 3am for sleighlay who requested a greek god xiuhun. I don't know where I was going with this, I am sorry.
“You know, hyung, if you keep frowning, you’re going to develop wrinkles.”
On instinct, Minseok’s face smooths out into a pleasant smile before he whips around, scowling at the owner of the voice.
A lanky youth leans with casual abandon against a golden chariot, dark hair flopping into his eyes too easily. Minseok’s made the mistake of leaving his doors and windows open, giving any messenger birds easier access to him.
“Oh Sehun,” Minseok sniffs, eyes narrowing, “I am a son of the goddess of youth. I do not age.”
Sehun shrugs, something cheeky in the movement. “And I’m the son of the sun god, but you don’t see the sun shining out of my ass.” Behind Sehun comes a snort and when Minseok tilts his head to look sharply at the giggler, the face of Kim Jongin comes into view.
When Jongin sees Minseok, his head dips automatically at the elder god, little greeting popping out of his mouth like a toy whose string has been pulled, “Hello Minseok-hyung.”
Minseok just nods at the greeting, snapping his head back at Sehun. “See, Jongin’s polite and he’s the son of the goddess of temptation. Why don’t you learn from him?”
He can see Jongin’s face flush a pretty pink before he ducks his head behind Sehun. The insolent one just smirks, something infuriating about how the little gesture is able to grip his insides with a breathlessness quality.
Minseok tilts his chin up, angling his face away in obvious dismissal. “Some of us have work to do, so it’s a little stressful. Besides, we’re gods. We don’t age.”
“Even if we don’t age, it doesn’t mean that we all look like we’re still in our teens,” Sehun quips back, shifting his weight to one foot. His short white robes rustle around him, another point that Minseok’s tried to stop him from doing. The younger gods have this irritating habit of making shorter robes a sort of “trend”, calling the longer, proper robes too old fashioned. Minseok’s only got a few centuries on most of the younger gods, so they try to rope him into the fashion, but a voice that sounds suspiciously like Joonmyun tells him not to be ensnared by the traps of the youths so he easily chooses the longer robes without a second thought.
He decides to be the bigger one, and doesn’t reply to the obvious jab. Minseok just sniffs instead, narrowing his eyes. You’re going to get it, tonight Minseok mouths, eyes dark and sharp.
Sehun takes a step back into the chariot, hand coming up to grip the carelessly draped reigns. I look forward to it, oldie his eyes challenge back, but his mouth says, “I’ll leave you to your work, hyung.”
Jongin’s barely able to get out a short goodbye before Sehun flicks his wrist and the snorting black horses take off, wild eyes all too similar to their master. The chariot’s gone in a second, probably off to go bother Kyungsoo, but it’s better to bother the son of Hades than him. He whistles for his dove attaching a short warning that Sehun and Jongin were probably on their way to ruin another responsible god’s day, whispering Kyungsoo to the little creature.
It’s later that day when Minseok pulls Sehun into his bedchambers, each god dispersing with another god by their hip after dinner, that he exacts his revenge for the younger’s snark, nothing but pleas tumbling out of his pretty, pretty lips.
Title: Sunday Funday
Paring: xiusetaohunleonda
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1856
Summary: pwp. minseok's not sure if his friends do this often but he's glad he's been invited
Notes: fuck you leonda. you caused all of thiS.
there’s a warm hand snaking lower and lower when minseok’s rather rudely awoke on sunday morning. his half groan turns into a name when he manages to crack an eye open. “sehun?”
sehun’s grin is wicked in the morning light. “morning, hyung,” he whispers like it’s normal that he’s in minseok’s apartment at god knows what time with his hand on minseok’s dick.
“what the fuck?” he mumbles, confused.
“it’s sunday,” sehun says simply.
“what does that even mean?” his brain hasn’t quite caught up to events, especially when the head of his dick is creating a tent in his sheets.
“it means it’s funday,” another familiar voice answers. minseok’s barely turned his head in shock at the newcomer when tao swoops down to kiss the breath out of him. tao’s mouth is warm and wet and all minseok can think about is his morning breath because it’s fucking sunday morning.
apparently sehun doesn’t like to be ignored, so he twists his wrist and it shoots pleasure through minseok’s body, hips jerking up and lashes fluttering shut; his moan’s swallowed by tao, who takes and takes, slotting his head to the side.
cold fingers slip under his overlarge shirt and his eyes fly open. he’s gradually coming to accept the idea that apparently all his friends have agreed on some sort of orgie early morning but he’s too sleepy and turned on to care. they’ll talk later. minseok sort of mumbles a question but it’s really muffled by tao.
tao finally gets off his mouth and scrapes his teeth across minseok’s jaw. his head automatically tilts up to give tao better access to his throat and he finally remembers his question when luhan pinches his nipple. “how the fuck did all of you guys even get in?” he gasps out, trying to hold on the bits of slipping sanity.
there’s a voice coming from under his sheets and when the fuck did sehun slip under the covers? “luhan hyung memorized your passcode,” the younger answers just moments before what he assumes is sehun’s tongue licks delicately at the tip of his dick.
i wore pants to sleep last night, right? flies across his mind but now minseok’s not even sure because his night shirt is off and luhan’s sucking at a hard nipple and tao’s muttering something in mandarin that has luhan glancing up at the chinese boy with dark eyes.
there’s little whimpering noises and cut off breathes that fill the room and it doesn’t really register to minseok that all those noises are coming from him. there’s so much going on and he’s still not really fully awake. it’s being all jumbled together with sehun going after his dick like a lollipop and wow, tao and luhan look really hot making out not 6 inches in front of him. is this something that his friends normally do?
by now, his sheets are shoved at the foot of his bed and he has full view of sehun sucking in his cheeks with his fingers speared through sehun’s dark hair. for some reason his mind sticks on the fact that it’s actually brown now and he mumbles that he likes the color, sehun glancing up at him. sehun says something that he thinks might be a thanks but it just causes vibrations around his dick and he has to concentrate not to fuck his dick into the tallest’s mouth. sehun can’t quite get all of his cock inside, so whatever isn’t in his mouth he wraps a hand around. it’s slick from sehun’s saliva and he pumps slowly like he knows exactly how to suck cock.
he’s gasping sehun’s name, heat coiling low in his stomach, and he’s delirious, “sehunsehunsehun i’m going to come, oh god, sehun.” sehun pops off his dick with a obscene pop and he really doesn’t like the look on sehun’s face. when did sehun lose his pants? was he even wearing any when this started?
“not yet, hyung.” sehun’s hand wraps around the base of his cock and that fucker knows. minseok’s growling when a small bottle gets shoved into minseok’s hand. “finger me, hyung,” sehun demands, straddling across minseok’s torso.
it seems like luhan and tao are amusing themselves by having their hands down each other’s pants and minseok doesn’t even know where to look. they look like they’re fighting for something and someone’s lip has already busted open because there’s a bit of blood smeared on their lips. when they break apart, they go at each other, hands frantically going for their clothes until everyone is stark naked. there’s still a lot of questions to be asked but minseok honestly doesn’t give a fuck anymore. he just needs to fuck or be fucked.
minseok scrabbles to pour lube on his fingers but in his haste, too much comes out and a generous amount falls onto his torso, sehun whimpering. he hisses at the coldness of the lube on his chest but then luhan drags his fingers through the mess and he doesn’t seem to have any qualms about the temperature because luhan’s winks at minseok and his hand disappears behind him.
minseok doesn’t really have to guess what happens when luhan’s face twists and he groans, cock twitching. “shit shit shit,” tao mutters, snatching the bottle out of minseok’s hand and he’s rubbing the gel around.
sehun whines at minseok, reminding him why he gave minseok the lube in the first place. sehun knows exactly what he wants because he scoots up and grabs minseok’s wrist, guiding his hand to where he wants minseok’s fingers to be.
“fuck, sehun,” minseok hisses, index finger circling around sehun.
“yes, yes, that’s what i want, so hurry up,” the little shit begs, asshole fluttering at minseok’s teasing. minseok squints up at sehun’s audacity, just slipping in the tip of finger. sehun’s moan is downright dirty and his mouth falls open.
“what if jongin saw you right now?” that comes from tao and sehun’s eyes snap open.
“not the first time he’s seen me begging for dick,” sehun snaps back and holy shit, it’s like a whole new world is opening up to minseok.
tao’s face wrinkles in disgust but minseok can see the desire in his eyes when he moves off minseok. his hands wrap around sehun’s waist and he easily manhandles the gangly boy around, off minseok’s torso and to his right. sehun’s protests are cut short when tao tugs him down with a simple command of “suck.”
tao hisses when minseok slips two fingers back into sehun, his answering moan muffled by the dick in his mouth. unlike minseok, tao doesn’t have any issues about sehun and earnestly starts fucking into sehun’s mouth, sehun going limp. minseok introduces a third finger and slowly starts spreading them, fingers looking for that bundle of nerves.
when minseok glances over to luhan, the other’s got 3 fingers in himself and he’s watching the whole scene unfold before him with lidded eyes. he catches minseok’s eye and and smirks, minseok gulping.
he crawls back and minseok has just a moment to understand what he’s about to do when he lines minseok’s dick up to his ass. “lu-” he gets out before tosses his head back to moan when luhan sinks down, their moans loud.
“fuck yes,” luhan breathes, waiting for his body to adjust to minseok’s dick inside him. it’s clear that luhan’s impatient and starts moving, his dick bouncing with every slick noise.
on his right, sehun’s clenching around his fingers, slipping in and out a bit due to tao. tao’s grunting as he’s grabbing onto sehun’s hair and practically singing praises about sehun’s cock sucking ability. he lets out one last hissed “fuck” before he stills, dick all the way in sehun and sehun clenches hard around minseok as tao comes down his throat.
little ‘ah’s are spilling out of luhan’s red and swollen lips and he meets minseok halfway, obscene sounds of skin slapping just making minseok piston his hips up harder. luhan’s so tight, even after prepping himself and it just feels like he’s sucking minseok in.
it’s not long before luhan’s convulsing around minseok, ass all the way to minseok’s hips, coming hard. his spunk lands on minseok’s stomach and his tired smile is so, so satisfied when he climbs off minseok’s dick to recover at the side of minseok’s bed.
minseok’s still hard, so fucking close the he groans, hoping that luhan will come back or something but luhan’s gotten real comfortable with minseok’s bed.
“my turn,” sehun’s growling, pushing tao down. tao falls with an ‘oof!’ and he goes rigid when sehun’s thin finger pushes past the ring of muscles.
“sehun!” tao’s voice pitches higher than minseok thought he could have ever reached and minseok props himself up his elbow, watching the two youngest.
sehun takes care of tao as much as tao took care for him, quickly working 3 fingers into tao, who’s writhing from oversensitivity on the sheets. he’s already scissoring tao, ignoring tao’s half hearted protests.
he wastes no time, pulling out his fingers and lining up the head of his dick. “sehun, you know that i’m sensi--” tao screams, cut off when sehun pushes in.
“i’ll wait,” sehun gives him and true to his word, he leans over tao and leaves a soft peck on his lips. it’s oddly contrasting, watching sehun leave gentle kisses across tao’s sweaty forehead with his hips lined up to tao’s.
sehun’s full of tricks when he looks over at minseok just watching. “hyung,” is all he needs to say before minseok gets what he means. his little asswiggling is another clue that has tao moaning.
luhan half gives a hand when he carefully pulls another condom onto minseok’s dick, too lazy to do much else.
minseok comes up from behind sehun and asks, “are you sure, sehun?”
“yes, i’m sure i want your dick inside me, hyung.” sehun’s reply is just as snarky as always and it’s all minseok needs before he guides the head of his dick inside.
their groans and moans mingle, sehun pushed into tao and tao pushed up the headboard.
sehun doesn’t give himself time to adjust before he’s pushing himself backwards onto minseok and he’s out of tao.
“you’re so impatient,” minseok gasps into sehun’s ear and he’s thrusting his hips forward.
minseok’s hips slam into sehun’s ass and sehun’s dick slides wetly into tao. the sounds are hot and obscene, mandarin and korean curses moaned out. it’s not long before minseok lets out a last moan, coming into the condom.
white sparks across his closed eyelids as sehun rides through minseok’s orgasm and milks it out. he’s just coming down from his high when sehun clenches hard and orgasms, barely giving tao a warning.
luhan’s helpful, tying up condoms and tossing them into minseok’s sidebin when they all flop down onto minseok’s bed, sweaty limbs too hot and limp.
his chest is still heaving when sehun turns his head to look at the eldest and smiles. “sunday funday.”
minseok could get used to this.
Title: A Day to Fall in Love
Paring: G
Word Count: 686
Summary: Jongdae's falling, like the rain
Notes: been in my drafts for ages, so
Thick, fat rain drops beat a rhythm into Jongdae's umbrella and he smiles up into the black fabric that shields him from the falling rain.
All around him, the world is muted except for the constant sound of rain hitting the sidewalk and Jongdae is seized with a sudden urge to break out into song at the empty street.
And so he does. With the rain as his audience, Jongdae skips over puddles and sings along to Le Kim's "Rain" playing softly through his earbuds.
He smiles to nothing in particular; the water that puddles at his feet, the cool wind that brushes past his face with the smell of soil, and the wet pavement.
It's almost eerie, the silence that fills Seoul's streets, too early for morning traffic to crowd the roads and late enough for the sun to spread a yellow blanket across awakening Seoul.
The singer's voice fades for a moment and Jongdae pauses in his own rendition, confused, before a trilling noise alerts him and the song resumes at normal volume. A message. He tilts the umbrella to lean against his shoulder as he frees a hand to dig into his pocket to retrieve his phone. The name that pops up on the screen makes the corners of his lips curl upwards and he unlocks the phone to read the new Kakao message.
'You're a goddamn tool for making me wake up at unholy o'clock' from Baekhyun.
Jongdae smiles down at his phone, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk. He cradles the phone with both palms, his thumbs working away quickly at the screen, rainwater falling onto his umbrella, sliding off the fabric, puddling around his shoes before being swept away past him. He sends back the message saying that it was his fault for picking freshman biology in the morning.
Clicking send, the song changes to the next song, quiet rain washing around him. Soft strumming follows and a male's voice hums. It mimics the environment that he's steeping himself in and he continues on his way to the bus stop.
He keeps his eyes on the ground, to mainly watch for puddles, but the occasional pair of feet meander on by and Jongdae passed with a mumbled apology. The rain doesn't let up even when he reaches his bus stop and join the small huddle of people underneath the stop. The student slowly lowers his umbrella, folding it, and watching how the water slickly slides down the fabric.
He still has his ear buds in, soft guitar playing when someone bumps into him. Jongdae is no more moved than startled, really.
"Oh, I'm sorry," a soft voice is quick to apologize. The man who had bumped into him looks up and Jongdae is struck by 'he's really handsome' and can't seem to get anything out.
The stranger is still looking at him with an embarrassed grimace and Jongdae works his throat to get something out to make him and the man to feel better.
He just lets out a breathy chuckle instead, clearing out his throat before reassuring, "Oh no, it's fine, it's fine." Something inside him shouts at him to say something else before the window of opportunity to say anything else closes and at the man's shy smile, Jongdae blurts, "Do you go to this stop often?"
The man blinks, a bit startled but he swallows his surprise as he shakes out the water from his umbrella. "Um no," and Jongdae feels his heart plummet to his feet, "I don't usually go at this time, but this is my first class in the morning since I've started uni." And his heart is back in his chest.
An easy conversation starts up and as he finds out that his name is Joonmyun, he also finds himself falling in love as fast as the rain patters to the pavement.
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Paring: broken!Kaisoo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1484
Summary:But the nightmares come back
Notes: I only write late at night so, terriblely unbeta'ed. Inspired by eyes,nose,lips cover by tablo a kaisoo for cy
Eyes
They say the eyes are the window to the soul and it feels like when Kyungsoo looks at him, he looks him straight into his soul. He’s suddenly laid bare, all his flaws, his very being, cut through with one single look. It’s how he meets Kyungsoo.
He doesn’t even need to think to remember exactly what they looked like, all he has to do is close his eyes and behind the blackness his mind’s eyes draw up exactly what they look like. They slant just the slightest bit downwards at the ends, contrasting the soft curve of his eyelid. Large, expressive eyes that follow the exact shape of a tulip’s petal, framed by lashes that pointed straight down.
He doesn’t only remember how they look when Kyungsoo’s happy. He remembers the anxious way they fluttered when he appeared at Jongin’s door in the dead of the night, the way they said how nervous Kyungsoo was about his audition tomorrow, the way they softened in relief when Jongin just swept him into his arms.
He remembers how much he wanted to commit to memory the way they relaxed when Kyungsoo napped in his lap, exhausted from an anxious audition.
He remembers the way they looked as he woke up, the slow way his eyes focused, irises drowning the man who hovered above him, breath caught in his throat. The way sleepiness changed into fondness; it’s all memorized behind his closed eyelids.
But he also remembers how they filled with tears, blinking rapidly to carry away the moisture, denying that they were there. He remembers how Kyungsoo couldn’t look him straight in the eye, too choked up with emotions, too busy trying to hide the lies, the hurt, the reason why the words coming out of his mouth were cold, cruel, and cutting. Kyungsoo’s eyes can’t lie to Jongin but Jongin couldn’t see past his own tears heand Kyungsoo doesn't look Jongin once in the eye.
He remembers trying to get that one last desperate look of those eyes, those eyes that once held adoration, fondness, affection in them, but they’re bloodshot, before being squeezed shut, tears pushed out, rolling down his cheeks like raindrops, thick, heavy, and melancholy.
He can’t remember past then because the word “regret” is painted large, bright, and makes it too painful for him to remember.
Nose
“Your nose is really cute,” Jongin blurted out to Kyungsoo, hands clapping over his mouth, ears catching up to realize that he’s said it out loud. Kyungsoo turned to Jongin blinking, that cute button nose crinkling up just the slightest and he digs his fingernails into his palm trying to hold back an adoring gasp.
“I’m sorry?” Kyungsoo asked, amusement lacing his voice.
“Nothing!” Jongin tried to say through his nose, hands still clasped over his mouth like an attempt to keep his secrets inside of him.
Kyungsoo gave him a look, looking down his nose at Jongin, even though the younger is taller but then he chuckles and it’s like the sun’s broken over the horizon and Jongin’s knocked onto his back.
He remembers bending down, after their first date, aiming for Kyungsoo’s forehead but he misses, lips landing on Kyungsoo’s nose instead. He isn’t even dead center, lip brushing on his left nostril and Kyungsoo snorts, amused at Jongin’s embarrassment. His voice is soft and encouraging as he says, “Try again.” And this time, he doesn’t even try for the forehead, carefully kissing the tip of Kyungsoo’s nose. He draws back, teeth digging into his lower lip, face hot but he forgets it all when there’s a shy smile on Kyungsoo’s lips too.
He remembers his even breathing, harsh breaths coming down from a rush, falling to a slower, calmer breathing, to slow breaths, lulled to sleep by the comfort that drags through his veins like no other drug. He remembers counting the breaths, his breathing synchronized with Kyungsoo’s and how his little body moved up and down with Jongin’s breathing. It took his breath away.
But he remembers the angry flares of Kyungsoo’s nose as he screams, screams, screams, dragging in breaths only to prepare for another battle cry. The way his nose wrinkled in anger, baring his teeth when Jongin reaches forward to apologize, calm him down, anything and it’s the way his Kyungsoo looks down his nose at Jongin like he’s disgusting, something he doesn’t want to touch that makes his hand falter before coming back to rest by his side. Kyungsoo huffs an angry breath before he whips around, more words tossed behind him in anger, before slamming the door shut. The dust the rises from the impact stains the inside of his nose and it just smells like loneliness and abandonment.
Lips
This must be what nirvana feels like, Jongin had thought crazily, eyes shut, adrenaline zipping through his body, when he first kisses Kyungsoo. It’s like something out of a dream, the way he felt the warmth of Kyungsoo’s lips, the way they yielded under his hesitant pushes, the way they’re pressed up against his.
He remembers the very shape of them, full, plump, pouty, a soft cupid’s bow before tumbling down a hilly slope, evening out to corners quirked downwards.
He remembers how he first noticed Kyungsoo’s upper teeth nibbling on his lower lip, a habit he hadn't noticed before but when he mentions it to Kyungsoo, he doesn't expect the flush the runs up his neck his ears. “I don’t,” Kyungsoo muttered, quiet.
Jongin frowned. “You were biting your lip, hyung.”
For some reason, Kyungsoo ducks his chin into his collar, hiding the his chin, his lips, his jaw and he’s mumbling words into the fabric.
“I’m sorry?”
Kyungsoo glances up at him before they run back down. “I got the habit from you. You bite your lips a lot.”
He tastes the blood that breaks out on his lip, tangy and metallic, but he’s still looking at Kyungsoo’s lips, revelation rolling around his mind like thunder. It takes 26 days to form a habit. Kyungsoo’s been looking.
He remembers the sweet way they parted, slick and warm, welcoming in Jongin. Filthy words fell from the same lips that kissed Jongin so sweetly, a wave of heat pulsing through Jongin as he shudders at the image his mind conjures at Kyungsoo’s sinful temptations. Kyungsoo’s lips had made their way slowly down his body, worshiping his every curve, lingering to tease hard buds and tracing around the faint outline of his abdominal muscles, a whistle of appreciation sliding out. But Jongin doesn’t, can’t conjure the image of them stretching hotly around his cock because he had thrown his head back, hearing the solid thud but he can’t feel anything but waves and waves of pleasure that drown out any pin prick of pain. His eyes are squeezed shut, his own whimpers and gasps sound needy to his ears but the way Kyungsoo swallows around him, he can’t help himself. Before long, his eyes fly open and he’s gasping out a warning, fingernails digging into his hyung’s shoulders, stomach clenching but Kyungsoo just continues, eyes dark and strong as they look into Jongin’s tearful one as he tips over the edge.
When he comes down from his high, those lips pop off him, the noise dirty but the man licking his lips, heavenly. Those lips come up and they just order him to open up and then he can taste himself on Kyungsoo’s tongue, his boyfriend licking his way into his mouth and the heavy makeout session has him stirring up again.
“Young, indeed,” Kyungsoo chuckles, amused and far too composed to Jongin’s liking. He vows to change that.
But he remembers those lips that churned out lie after lie, lips swollen and bruised but not from his own doing. He remembers all those promises that he kissed down Jongin’s jaw, hopeful little promises like “I’ll never leave you” “I’m so lucky to have found you” and the most crushing of them “I love you”. The bruises they left behind on his neck have long faded but the promises that were made with them, linger on Jongin and he can hear those promises being broken. It’s not angry, shouted words coming from Kyungsoo anymore but broken, apologetic “I’m sorry”s now. He doesn’t know which one hurts more.
Still got me dying
It’s all these memories that torture him. Old memories, happy memories, hurtful memories, cherished memories, memories that he’s tried to forget. They flit behind his closed eyelids like a broken film, but no matter how much time has passed, how many other quick, fleeting relationship he tries to throw himself into, no matter how many one night stands he leaves a note behind can erase them from his memory.
And they leave him crying.
They say time flies, but you keep breaking it’s wings.
Jongin can’t forget him even if he dies.
Title: All I Want for Christmas
Paring: broken!xiuhan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 507
Summary: Party's over
Notes: I miss him a lot. another tweetfic
The party’s over. That much is evident by how far gone Yixing is, his legs sticking out from underneath the coffee table, how Jongin’s long into sleep, curled up on a corner of the couch, and how Minseok’s wandering back into dark memories. He’s not drunk enough, he can feel it by the way like a hole’s gaping in his chest. Staring at the slowly melting ice in his glass, Minseok’s pensive, watching the watered down vodka swirl at the bottom. It’s better than watching Sehun and Zitao take half drunk selcas in the corner, though.
Christmas is upon them. It’s Christmas eve, Christmas, night bleeding into morning. It’s 3AM, maybe 4, but to Minseok, it’s too late, too early. He doesn’t even know why he’s still awake, he’d rather be passed out like one of his members. They don’t have to remember how Luhan’s hands felt brushing absently over their hair, how the whispered words of you’re gorgeous, you’re amazing, you’re everything I need, I love you, I love you, I love you glide across their skin, melting between Korean and Mandarin, or how much an absence of a goodbye feels.
“Hyung?”
Minseok startles, broken out of his thoughts, and the ice stops clinking in the glass. He didn’t even realize that anyone was still awake.
It’s Kyungsoo. One of the more manage members, not to mention one of the ones who don’t drink much, so Minseok can see why he isn’t knocked out.
“Hyung?” he repeats.
It’s too late for Minseok to try to lie, so instead of pasting on a fake smile, he lets something of a pitying grin crook up the corner of his mouth. Without turning, he waves his hand in a come hither motion.
Kyungsoo settles in the chair next to him and they’re quiet. Minseok and Kyungsoo don’t really have to speak to enjoy each other’s company and Minseok usually appreciates that. But right now, he wants to drown out his thoughts. “Christmas, huh?” he tries.
He doesn’t want to look at Kyungsoo in fear that he’ll see something like pity in his gaze. “Yeah. Christmas,” the other murmurs.
“Did you ask Santa for a present, Kyungsoo?”
“Yeah.” Minseok doesn’t bother correcting him for speaking familiarly with him. It’s too damn late to care.
“Did you?” Kyungsoo asks.
Minseok snorts, but he entertains the idea. It’s almost like the moment when a victim stares down the barrel of a gun, when a suicidee stands at the edge of the cliff taking in that last breath. He turns to look at Kyungsoo.
Kyungsoo’s already looking at him and when the elder turns, there’s so so so much vulnerability in his eyes. The honestly is so piercing, it hurts. “Yeah, Soo. I did.”
Kyungsoo can’t help the “what did you ask for?” from coming out. He knows Minseok wanted him to ask.
“What did I ask for? Something I can’t have.” Minseok’s stalling.
His knuckles are white around his glass when he stops breathing. “I asked for Luhan back.”
Title: Oh my Gods!
Paring: xiuhun
Rating: PG
Word Count: 583
Summary: god!au. In which Sehun is still an infuriating little shit. Except an immortal infuriating little shit.
Notes: Written shittily at 3am for sleighlay who requested a greek god xiuhun. I don't know where I was going with this, I am sorry.
“You know, hyung, if you keep frowning, you’re going to develop wrinkles.”
On instinct, Minseok’s face smooths out into a pleasant smile before he whips around, scowling at the owner of the voice.
A lanky youth leans with casual abandon against a golden chariot, dark hair flopping into his eyes too easily. Minseok’s made the mistake of leaving his doors and windows open, giving any messenger birds easier access to him.
“Oh Sehun,” Minseok sniffs, eyes narrowing, “I am a son of the goddess of youth. I do not age.”
Sehun shrugs, something cheeky in the movement. “And I’m the son of the sun god, but you don’t see the sun shining out of my ass.” Behind Sehun comes a snort and when Minseok tilts his head to look sharply at the giggler, the face of Kim Jongin comes into view.
When Jongin sees Minseok, his head dips automatically at the elder god, little greeting popping out of his mouth like a toy whose string has been pulled, “Hello Minseok-hyung.”
Minseok just nods at the greeting, snapping his head back at Sehun. “See, Jongin’s polite and he’s the son of the goddess of temptation. Why don’t you learn from him?”
He can see Jongin’s face flush a pretty pink before he ducks his head behind Sehun. The insolent one just smirks, something infuriating about how the little gesture is able to grip his insides with a breathlessness quality.
Minseok tilts his chin up, angling his face away in obvious dismissal. “Some of us have work to do, so it’s a little stressful. Besides, we’re gods. We don’t age.”
“Even if we don’t age, it doesn’t mean that we all look like we’re still in our teens,” Sehun quips back, shifting his weight to one foot. His short white robes rustle around him, another point that Minseok’s tried to stop him from doing. The younger gods have this irritating habit of making shorter robes a sort of “trend”, calling the longer, proper robes too old fashioned. Minseok’s only got a few centuries on most of the younger gods, so they try to rope him into the fashion, but a voice that sounds suspiciously like Joonmyun tells him not to be ensnared by the traps of the youths so he easily chooses the longer robes without a second thought.
He decides to be the bigger one, and doesn’t reply to the obvious jab. Minseok just sniffs instead, narrowing his eyes. You’re going to get it, tonight Minseok mouths, eyes dark and sharp.
Sehun takes a step back into the chariot, hand coming up to grip the carelessly draped reigns. I look forward to it, oldie his eyes challenge back, but his mouth says, “I’ll leave you to your work, hyung.”
Jongin’s barely able to get out a short goodbye before Sehun flicks his wrist and the snorting black horses take off, wild eyes all too similar to their master. The chariot’s gone in a second, probably off to go bother Kyungsoo, but it’s better to bother the son of Hades than him. He whistles for his dove attaching a short warning that Sehun and Jongin were probably on their way to ruin another responsible god’s day, whispering Kyungsoo to the little creature.
It’s later that day when Minseok pulls Sehun into his bedchambers, each god dispersing with another god by their hip after dinner, that he exacts his revenge for the younger’s snark, nothing but pleas tumbling out of his pretty, pretty lips.
Title: Sunday Funday
Paring: xiusetaohunleonda
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1856
Summary: pwp. minseok's not sure if his friends do this often but he's glad he's been invited
Notes: fuck you leonda. you caused all of thiS.
there’s a warm hand snaking lower and lower when minseok’s rather rudely awoke on sunday morning. his half groan turns into a name when he manages to crack an eye open. “sehun?”
sehun’s grin is wicked in the morning light. “morning, hyung,” he whispers like it’s normal that he’s in minseok’s apartment at god knows what time with his hand on minseok’s dick.
“what the fuck?” he mumbles, confused.
“it’s sunday,” sehun says simply.
“what does that even mean?” his brain hasn’t quite caught up to events, especially when the head of his dick is creating a tent in his sheets.
“it means it’s funday,” another familiar voice answers. minseok’s barely turned his head in shock at the newcomer when tao swoops down to kiss the breath out of him. tao’s mouth is warm and wet and all minseok can think about is his morning breath because it’s fucking sunday morning.
apparently sehun doesn’t like to be ignored, so he twists his wrist and it shoots pleasure through minseok’s body, hips jerking up and lashes fluttering shut; his moan’s swallowed by tao, who takes and takes, slotting his head to the side.
cold fingers slip under his overlarge shirt and his eyes fly open. he’s gradually coming to accept the idea that apparently all his friends have agreed on some sort of orgie early morning but he’s too sleepy and turned on to care. they’ll talk later. minseok sort of mumbles a question but it’s really muffled by tao.
tao finally gets off his mouth and scrapes his teeth across minseok’s jaw. his head automatically tilts up to give tao better access to his throat and he finally remembers his question when luhan pinches his nipple. “how the fuck did all of you guys even get in?” he gasps out, trying to hold on the bits of slipping sanity.
there’s a voice coming from under his sheets and when the fuck did sehun slip under the covers? “luhan hyung memorized your passcode,” the younger answers just moments before what he assumes is sehun’s tongue licks delicately at the tip of his dick.
i wore pants to sleep last night, right? flies across his mind but now minseok’s not even sure because his night shirt is off and luhan’s sucking at a hard nipple and tao’s muttering something in mandarin that has luhan glancing up at the chinese boy with dark eyes.
there’s little whimpering noises and cut off breathes that fill the room and it doesn’t really register to minseok that all those noises are coming from him. there’s so much going on and he’s still not really fully awake. it’s being all jumbled together with sehun going after his dick like a lollipop and wow, tao and luhan look really hot making out not 6 inches in front of him. is this something that his friends normally do?
by now, his sheets are shoved at the foot of his bed and he has full view of sehun sucking in his cheeks with his fingers speared through sehun’s dark hair. for some reason his mind sticks on the fact that it’s actually brown now and he mumbles that he likes the color, sehun glancing up at him. sehun says something that he thinks might be a thanks but it just causes vibrations around his dick and he has to concentrate not to fuck his dick into the tallest’s mouth. sehun can’t quite get all of his cock inside, so whatever isn’t in his mouth he wraps a hand around. it’s slick from sehun’s saliva and he pumps slowly like he knows exactly how to suck cock.
he’s gasping sehun’s name, heat coiling low in his stomach, and he’s delirious, “sehunsehunsehun i’m going to come, oh god, sehun.” sehun pops off his dick with a obscene pop and he really doesn’t like the look on sehun’s face. when did sehun lose his pants? was he even wearing any when this started?
“not yet, hyung.” sehun’s hand wraps around the base of his cock and that fucker knows. minseok’s growling when a small bottle gets shoved into minseok’s hand. “finger me, hyung,” sehun demands, straddling across minseok’s torso.
it seems like luhan and tao are amusing themselves by having their hands down each other’s pants and minseok doesn’t even know where to look. they look like they’re fighting for something and someone’s lip has already busted open because there’s a bit of blood smeared on their lips. when they break apart, they go at each other, hands frantically going for their clothes until everyone is stark naked. there’s still a lot of questions to be asked but minseok honestly doesn’t give a fuck anymore. he just needs to fuck or be fucked.
minseok scrabbles to pour lube on his fingers but in his haste, too much comes out and a generous amount falls onto his torso, sehun whimpering. he hisses at the coldness of the lube on his chest but then luhan drags his fingers through the mess and he doesn’t seem to have any qualms about the temperature because luhan’s winks at minseok and his hand disappears behind him.
minseok doesn’t really have to guess what happens when luhan’s face twists and he groans, cock twitching. “shit shit shit,” tao mutters, snatching the bottle out of minseok’s hand and he’s rubbing the gel around.
sehun whines at minseok, reminding him why he gave minseok the lube in the first place. sehun knows exactly what he wants because he scoots up and grabs minseok’s wrist, guiding his hand to where he wants minseok’s fingers to be.
“fuck, sehun,” minseok hisses, index finger circling around sehun.
“yes, yes, that’s what i want, so hurry up,” the little shit begs, asshole fluttering at minseok’s teasing. minseok squints up at sehun’s audacity, just slipping in the tip of finger. sehun’s moan is downright dirty and his mouth falls open.
“what if jongin saw you right now?” that comes from tao and sehun’s eyes snap open.
“not the first time he’s seen me begging for dick,” sehun snaps back and holy shit, it’s like a whole new world is opening up to minseok.
tao’s face wrinkles in disgust but minseok can see the desire in his eyes when he moves off minseok. his hands wrap around sehun’s waist and he easily manhandles the gangly boy around, off minseok’s torso and to his right. sehun’s protests are cut short when tao tugs him down with a simple command of “suck.”
tao hisses when minseok slips two fingers back into sehun, his answering moan muffled by the dick in his mouth. unlike minseok, tao doesn’t have any issues about sehun and earnestly starts fucking into sehun’s mouth, sehun going limp. minseok introduces a third finger and slowly starts spreading them, fingers looking for that bundle of nerves.
when minseok glances over to luhan, the other’s got 3 fingers in himself and he’s watching the whole scene unfold before him with lidded eyes. he catches minseok’s eye and and smirks, minseok gulping.
he crawls back and minseok has just a moment to understand what he’s about to do when he lines minseok’s dick up to his ass. “lu-” he gets out before tosses his head back to moan when luhan sinks down, their moans loud.
“fuck yes,” luhan breathes, waiting for his body to adjust to minseok’s dick inside him. it’s clear that luhan’s impatient and starts moving, his dick bouncing with every slick noise.
on his right, sehun’s clenching around his fingers, slipping in and out a bit due to tao. tao’s grunting as he’s grabbing onto sehun’s hair and practically singing praises about sehun’s cock sucking ability. he lets out one last hissed “fuck” before he stills, dick all the way in sehun and sehun clenches hard around minseok as tao comes down his throat.
little ‘ah’s are spilling out of luhan’s red and swollen lips and he meets minseok halfway, obscene sounds of skin slapping just making minseok piston his hips up harder. luhan’s so tight, even after prepping himself and it just feels like he’s sucking minseok in.
it’s not long before luhan’s convulsing around minseok, ass all the way to minseok’s hips, coming hard. his spunk lands on minseok’s stomach and his tired smile is so, so satisfied when he climbs off minseok’s dick to recover at the side of minseok’s bed.
minseok’s still hard, so fucking close the he groans, hoping that luhan will come back or something but luhan’s gotten real comfortable with minseok’s bed.
“my turn,” sehun’s growling, pushing tao down. tao falls with an ‘oof!’ and he goes rigid when sehun’s thin finger pushes past the ring of muscles.
“sehun!” tao’s voice pitches higher than minseok thought he could have ever reached and minseok props himself up his elbow, watching the two youngest.
sehun takes care of tao as much as tao took care for him, quickly working 3 fingers into tao, who’s writhing from oversensitivity on the sheets. he’s already scissoring tao, ignoring tao’s half hearted protests.
he wastes no time, pulling out his fingers and lining up the head of his dick. “sehun, you know that i’m sensi--” tao screams, cut off when sehun pushes in.
“i’ll wait,” sehun gives him and true to his word, he leans over tao and leaves a soft peck on his lips. it’s oddly contrasting, watching sehun leave gentle kisses across tao’s sweaty forehead with his hips lined up to tao’s.
sehun’s full of tricks when he looks over at minseok just watching. “hyung,” is all he needs to say before minseok gets what he means. his little asswiggling is another clue that has tao moaning.
luhan half gives a hand when he carefully pulls another condom onto minseok’s dick, too lazy to do much else.
minseok comes up from behind sehun and asks, “are you sure, sehun?”
“yes, i’m sure i want your dick inside me, hyung.” sehun’s reply is just as snarky as always and it’s all minseok needs before he guides the head of his dick inside.
their groans and moans mingle, sehun pushed into tao and tao pushed up the headboard.
sehun doesn’t give himself time to adjust before he’s pushing himself backwards onto minseok and he’s out of tao.
“you’re so impatient,” minseok gasps into sehun’s ear and he’s thrusting his hips forward.
minseok’s hips slam into sehun’s ass and sehun’s dick slides wetly into tao. the sounds are hot and obscene, mandarin and korean curses moaned out. it’s not long before minseok lets out a last moan, coming into the condom.
white sparks across his closed eyelids as sehun rides through minseok’s orgasm and milks it out. he’s just coming down from his high when sehun clenches hard and orgasms, barely giving tao a warning.
luhan’s helpful, tying up condoms and tossing them into minseok’s sidebin when they all flop down onto minseok’s bed, sweaty limbs too hot and limp.
his chest is still heaving when sehun turns his head to look at the eldest and smiles. “sunday funday.”
minseok could get used to this.
Title: A Day to Fall in Love
Paring: G
Word Count: 686
Summary: Jongdae's falling, like the rain
Notes: been in my drafts for ages, so
Thick, fat rain drops beat a rhythm into Jongdae's umbrella and he smiles up into the black fabric that shields him from the falling rain.
All around him, the world is muted except for the constant sound of rain hitting the sidewalk and Jongdae is seized with a sudden urge to break out into song at the empty street.
And so he does. With the rain as his audience, Jongdae skips over puddles and sings along to Le Kim's "Rain" playing softly through his earbuds.
He smiles to nothing in particular; the water that puddles at his feet, the cool wind that brushes past his face with the smell of soil, and the wet pavement.
It's almost eerie, the silence that fills Seoul's streets, too early for morning traffic to crowd the roads and late enough for the sun to spread a yellow blanket across awakening Seoul.
The singer's voice fades for a moment and Jongdae pauses in his own rendition, confused, before a trilling noise alerts him and the song resumes at normal volume. A message. He tilts the umbrella to lean against his shoulder as he frees a hand to dig into his pocket to retrieve his phone. The name that pops up on the screen makes the corners of his lips curl upwards and he unlocks the phone to read the new Kakao message.
'You're a goddamn tool for making me wake up at unholy o'clock' from Baekhyun.
Jongdae smiles down at his phone, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk. He cradles the phone with both palms, his thumbs working away quickly at the screen, rainwater falling onto his umbrella, sliding off the fabric, puddling around his shoes before being swept away past him. He sends back the message saying that it was his fault for picking freshman biology in the morning.
Clicking send, the song changes to the next song, quiet rain washing around him. Soft strumming follows and a male's voice hums. It mimics the environment that he's steeping himself in and he continues on his way to the bus stop.
He keeps his eyes on the ground, to mainly watch for puddles, but the occasional pair of feet meander on by and Jongdae passed with a mumbled apology. The rain doesn't let up even when he reaches his bus stop and join the small huddle of people underneath the stop. The student slowly lowers his umbrella, folding it, and watching how the water slickly slides down the fabric.
He still has his ear buds in, soft guitar playing when someone bumps into him. Jongdae is no more moved than startled, really.
"Oh, I'm sorry," a soft voice is quick to apologize. The man who had bumped into him looks up and Jongdae is struck by 'he's really handsome' and can't seem to get anything out.
The stranger is still looking at him with an embarrassed grimace and Jongdae works his throat to get something out to make him and the man to feel better.
He just lets out a breathy chuckle instead, clearing out his throat before reassuring, "Oh no, it's fine, it's fine." Something inside him shouts at him to say something else before the window of opportunity to say anything else closes and at the man's shy smile, Jongdae blurts, "Do you go to this stop often?"
The man blinks, a bit startled but he swallows his surprise as he shakes out the water from his umbrella. "Um no," and Jongdae feels his heart plummet to his feet, "I don't usually go at this time, but this is my first class in the morning since I've started uni." And his heart is back in his chest.
An easy conversation starts up and as he finds out that his name is Joonmyun, he also finds himself falling in love as fast as the rain patters to the pavement.
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