[fic] various drabbles
where are we?
kyuhyun/heechul; crack, humor
g; ~276w
where heechul is bitchy and kyuhyun is just plain stupid.
“Remind me why are we here once again,” Heechul says defiantly, totally not liking the place where he rests his feet at.
Unpaved deserted street somewhere in Seoul is where Heechul and Kyuhyun are walking. The street is, as said, unpaved and it’s coated with something red-colored which is disgusting enough for Heechul to puke. The said red-colored thing just happened to be red soil and the streets are muddy since it’s been raining a while ago.
Every steps that Heechul takes make the tip of his newly bought branded jeans soaked with those muds. And Heechul is certainly not pleased.
“Stop complaining already will you?!” Kyuhyun shouts as he has lost his temper. “We’re almost at Yesung’s and there’s no way we’re going back to the campus. Our apartment is miles away and I think it’s going to rain again.”
“But, my jeans-” Heechul shakes his right leg to Kyuhyun. “-is muddy!”
“And my shoes-“ Kyuhyun responses by shaking his left foot to Heechul. “-is muddy! We’re just the same. Stop complaining or I’ll left you here.”
“Your shoes ain’t branded and it’s old. Mine’s branded and new,” Heechul deadpans.
After several minutes walking, Heechul realizes that they’re just walking in the same place. He remembers the same lamp post that they walked past before, even the muds are traced with the shape of their shoes sole.
“Are you sure we’re walking in the right direction?”
“I’m sure. Now stop talking.”
Heechul does stop talking and stays silent for seconds before he hears Kyuhyun says,
“Hyung, I think we’re lost.”
truth or axiom
ryeowook/donghae; crack, humor
pg; ~592w
ryeowook is a good dongsaeng.
“Wookie, let’s play something! I’m bored,” Donghae whines as he tugs on Ryeowook’s shirt childishly.
Ryeowook stares at Donghae wide-eyed. Things like this make the very rational thinking Ryeowook cringe and sometimes he wonders who’s the hyung between both of them. But Ryeowook is a good dongsaeng and will never make his hyung embarrassed so he just smiles and agrees to whatever Donghae just said.
“What are we going to play, hyung?”
“Truth or dare!” Donghae answers cheerfully, but then his smile disappears and is replaced by a frown. “No-wait. I think truth or axiom will do. I’m bored with truth or dare.”
Ryeowook just smiles in spite of the strangeness he feels when he hears the game’s name. What the heck is truth or axiom. But Ryeowook is a good dongsaeng and will never make his hyung embarrassed so he goes with whatever game Donghae wanted to play.
Donghae marches off to the kitchen and returns with an empty Coke bottle. He spins it around and it landed and points Donghae out.
“So... I choose truth!”
It’s just the same anyway, Ryeowook thinks. But he smiles and says, “Tell me three lies that you’ve made behind my back.”
“I- I drank the last carton of juice last summer. The one that you bought for emergency uses.”
Ryeowook remembered. He was so tired that day and it was hot and the air-conditioner broke, he didn’t know why but it did and Ryeowook thought he would die. And when he remembered that he kept a carton of orange juice in the fridge, the only thing he found in the fridge was an empty carton of his supposed-to-be-orange-juice . He was furious and when he asked all members, none of them knew who drank the juice.
So it’s Donghae behind all of it.
But Ryeowook is a good dongsaeng and will never be able to chide his hyung so he just smiles and lets Donghae to continue.
“If you do remember this, I’m the one who makes your favorite shirt stained with that green color.”
It’s disgusting, Ryeowook remembered and he was furious. Because his favorite shirt was stained and not only that, the fact that the shirt is a birthday gift from his friend in America made him ready to kill.
So it’s Donghae behind all of it.
But Ryeowook is a good dongsaeng and will never be able to chide his hyung so he just smiles (now his fist is clenching) and lets Donghae to continue.
“I- I broke your spatula.”
Ooh, Ryeowook remembers this the most for his only spatula that he had was broken when he got home that day. He loved that spatula more than any kitchen utensils that he had because: 1) he bought it with his own money, 2) they only produced that one kind of spatula, meaning, there are no other spatulas similar to the one he had. He cried for one whole night and no one was able to stop him from crying.
So it’s Donghae behind all of it.
But Ryeowook is a good dongsaeng and will never be able to chide his hyung so he just try to smiles despite the feeling of killing his hyung right there and then.
“You’re not mad at me right?” Donghae smiles brightly.
I want to punch your face. “No, it’s okay.”
I’m a good dongsaeng, Ryeowook thinks. But I won’t be as good as this if I’m your hyung.
gay for pay
kyuhyun/sungmin; crack, humor
pg; ~741w
both of them know they aren’t gays.
“What should I do now?” Kyuhyun cries helplessly. “Prom is just two days away, how could I find a partner to go with me!”
Kyuhyun is graduating and his school is holding a prom night which the organizer of the event just feels sure that all of the graduating students will come. Seriously, who wouldn’t come? It’s probably the first and last time they will be able to go to something like this-something related to party and dance (at school) and drink and sex (at home).
But they just forgot about the small problems if they’re holding the prom night event. Like, if the students are sick or that they choose to go straight to fuck each other, skipping the party and dance part. Or even the simple ones like what Kyuhyun experiences right now; no partner.
If he doesn’t come to the prom, all of the students will forget that there’s a student named Cho Kyuhyun, and although he’s just a nerd, he’s quite hot without the thick, ugly glasses he wears, and perhaps if he changes the way he dressed, he’ll be the hottest guy in the whole school.
“Go find one,” his friend, Donghae, suggested.
“But how?!”
“I’ll bring you to the brothel down the streets, I think they have some hot girls that you can tag al-“
“Oh my God, Donghae. I need a partner, not a whore.”
So that is how one day (the day before prom night), Kyuhyun finds himself kneeling in front of a boy, older than him but smaller than him.
“Please, hyung!” Kyuhyun begs.
Said hyung looks at Kyuhyun in disbelief. He doesn’t even talk a word since Kyuhyun barges in his apartment. He’s too confused with what Kyuhyun said.
He thought that the day will be his best day ever; reading a newspaper in a fine Thursday morning, with coffee in his left hand, earphones plugged securely into his ear and body resting comfortably on the couch. That is, when Kyuhyun barges in his apartment (he doesn’t even know how), kneeling in front of him and says something like “SungminhyungyougottahelpmebecauseIjustneedaprompartneranduntilnowIcan’tfindoneanddoyouwanttobemypartnerpleasepleasepleasehyungibegyou!” and Sungmin doesn’t want to understand, he’s afraid that too much incoherency will make his head bald.
“What?” Sungmin says finally after what seems like a long silence.
“Be my prom partner!” Kyuhyun says, frustated.
“I’m not a girl,” Sungmin says, face showing no emotion.
“Dress like one!”
“I’m not a gay!”
“Neither am I.”
“Why don’t you find real girls to be your partner?!”
“Because I’m a nerd and they wouldn’t want to go with nerd like me and you’re the only person I know outside school! Please, hyung? I’ll do whatever you want!”
Sungmin thinks. His food stock is diminishing that he only has 3 types of vegetables inside his fridge, his shoes is begging to be thrown and changed, he only has three sachets of instant coffee left-he needs money.
“I’ll be gay. Just if you pay me with the right price.”
“You’re just the same with the whores Donghae suggested to me,” Kyuhyun mutters under his breath.
“What?”
“No, nothing. Tomorrow I’m going to fetch you at seven-thirty, and don’t forget to dress as pretty as you can,” Kyuhyun makes his step to leave the apartment and returns as he remembers something, “Did I tell you to be a gay? I pay you to be my partner!”
“It’s just the same. And you better give me the cash tomorrow when you fetch me or else I won’t go.”
And that is how Kyuhyun finds himself in the prom party, arm linked with a pretty girl.
He himself doesn’t look like a nerd, he looks like the hottest guy in the whole school. No thick glasses, no shirts tucked in to the pants, no signs of nerd. Instead of wearing those nerd props, he wears a white tuxedo and his partner wears a pretty white dress.
Both of them look like a perfect couple.
“Hey, Kyuhyun!” Donghae taps Kyuhyun shoulder from the back. “So who’s this girl you’re bringing with you?”
“A friend of mine.”
“So.. will you guys have sex later after the party is over?”
Kyuhyun doesn’t answer, he just smiles.
“I’m not a gay,” Sungmin says to Kyuhyun after Donghae was nowhere in sight.
“So? Neither am I. But I think sex sounds great. Besides, I paid you right?”
end of craps.
uhkaayyy. so i actually don't know if i'm using the correct word or not for the truth or axiom. cos my english isn't that perfect and i pathetically used google translator for the axiom. lol
i know these aren't drabbles except for the first one. drabble wasn't supposed to be longer than 500words but w/e :D just consider this as a... long drabble? xD
and jessica unnie, this is not the nge-rape(e) fic. i'll make a new onee! :DDDDDDDDDDDD
and sshhh. kyuchul is just my guilty pleasure :'D
bytheway, fics by me will always be unbetaed okay :)
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