β. 004-007
morning schemes. baekhyun/chanyeol. fluff; g. 487w.
it's the whistle of the kettle that usually wakes him up every morning.
chanyeol shakes and stirs in his bed, throwing his long limbs around until it lands on the empty, warm space besides him. It always surprises him, like it's not supposed to be that way. his eyes flutter open.
"baekhyun?" he calls out with a hoarse, sleepy voice.
"you're up?" chanyeol hears a reply from outside of the bedroom, followed by the owner of the voice, poking his head through the small crack of the door, smiling up at him. "get up, breakfast is ready."
chanyeol smiles up at baekhyun. the kind of sleepy smile that makes baekhyun can't help but smile too. but when chanyeol pulls the sheets over him and goes back to sleep, that smile turns upside down.
baekhyun marches inside the room, stripping the covers off chanyeol's long body. "get up!"
"five more minutes, please-"
"no, get up. you have school today, remember?"
"i don't want to go," he turns, before pulling baekhyun on top of him, holding him flush to his chest. he tosses and turns until he's snuggling baekhyun on the bed, lazy arms circling around the smaller's waist and his face buried in his hair. "let's just stay at home and do this all day."
"hey-come on, chanyeol, get up."
"no."
"please?"
"no."
"i'm gonna make you."
he hears no reply but a chuckle before a warm breath blows on the curve of his ear. the tinge of crimson on baekhyun's cheek grows a shade darker. he frowns. he doesn't like it when chanyeol delays their schedules with his morning schemes. these morning schemes, are usually cuddling baekhyun when he comes to wake chanyeol up, or if he does wake up, he'll start whining for baekhyun to feed him breakfast.
really, baekhyun hates it.
he has to be at work in an hour, not to mention the subway ride from home to his workplace. and chanyeol has to be in school, baekhyun knows he has an important physics class (which he constantly fails in) this morning. other mornings, usually baekhyun will pout at him and chanyeol will get up, pinching his puffed up cheeks before walking over to the bathroom.
today shouldn't be an exception.
"chanyeol..." he tries again, but then baekhyun hears a soft snore against his temple. he sighs and turns to face the taller boy, deciding to just give up. as he runs his fingers through chanyeol's soft hair, baekhyun smiles. well, he can always make up excuses for his boss, and chanyeol can catch up on tomorrow's class.
he puts his hand against chanyeol's chest, feeling the soft, lazy beats of his heart. baekhyun rests his forehead against that chest, letting the sound lull him to sleep. he has to wake up later, but it wouldn't hurt to sleep a little more, he thinks as he closes his eyes.
for now, let's just stay like this.
an: i don't even know where this came from. the prompt for this was initially simple, but heck, where is the simple in this? lmao. on another note, i really like writing this because i love fluffy baekyeol and i hope you guys do too~ n_n
couple tees and jealous fits. jinki/jessica, onesided jonghyun/jessica. fluff; g. 739w.
SHINee's Onew and Girls' Generation's Jessica spotted wearing the same denim shirt? (source: Newsen)
jonghyun drops his laptop - thankfully - on his bed, mouth agape.
he was scrolling through SNS when a post shows up in his news feed about his hyung and the pretty label-mate noona that he's been secretly crushing on for quite some time now. he grabs his laptop and runs next door, thumping on the door of the poor leader's room.
the door clicks open not too long after, revealing a sleepy, irritated jinki, asking, "what the fuck did you do that for?"
jonghyun wants to punch that face. "get inside, we need to talk."
jinki sits on his bed, obviously confused about his dongsaeng's behavior. jonghyun closes the door and locks it, before settling his laptop down on the desk and opens it, revealing the post that he was just looking at.
as he expects, jinki's sleepy eyes suddenly turn not so sleepy anymore, as it widen at the sight of the pictures of him and jessica wearing the same denim shirt in the airport.
"i cannot believe you," jonghyun says, squinting his eyes at the leader. "how can you wear the same shirt as jessica noona?!"
"how should i know? i just bought it, i didn't know she had the same one," jinki counters, lifting his shoulders in utter confusion. "i thought it was men clothing-"
"so you just happened to went shopping and found jessica noona's shirt and bought it? for all you know, it could be woman's clothing, hyung! and yet you still bought it?" jonghyun yells, hands flailing everywhere. "you know, maybe you did buy it because of jessica noona. maybe, you like her too!"
jinki pulls at his hair, frustrated at jonghyun's sudden jealous fit. "i didn't know, okay! i didn't know she has the same shirt, it's not like i pay attention to her that i know what she wears! and besides, it's Levi's okay, it's unisex-"
jonghyun's fit comes to a halt. "wait, so you don't know she has the same shirt?"
"of course i don't, why would i even- gosh, jonghyun. if this keeps up, i think you should really confess to her," jinki sighs.
jonghyun looks down, embarrassed. "sorry, hyung, i just thought that, maybe.. well, since you guys are close, i just- sorry, heheh."
"just don't throw a bitch fit at everyone who makes contact with sica. and don't make assumptions, and jump to conclusions," jinki says, patting the younger's back. "she's going to star in a drama soon - which, i'm sure you already know - and i don't want you breaking the tv if she has a kiss scene."
jonghyun nods. "i know, i just really like her."
"i'm not gonna wear that shirt anymore if it makes you feel better," jinki says. "i'd give it to you, but our sizes are different, so-"
"really?! thank you so much, hyung! man, i love you," jonghyun gives him a bear hug before skipping out of the room, ignoring the rest of the members weird stares and jinki just shrugs, before deciding to nap some more.
"so, noona. what do you say?"
jessica spins in her chair, twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she holds the phone to her ear. "um, I don't know, jonghyun. i have schedules for that day-"
"but i checked the group's official page. it's empty next saturday, so i thought you're free. you're not?"
"no, i have a fitting for my upcoming photoshoot. sorry! maybe next time?"
she hears a sigh across the line. "it's okay, noona. we can go next time."
"okay, take care, jonghyun."
"you too, noona."
jessica hangs up, before pressing the button to switch to the other line. "sorry, that was jonghyun. as expected," she sighs. "so, what were you telling me, jinki?"
"yeah, so i told him that i won't wear the shirt anymore, so," jinki says, "sorry."
"no, it's fine. that kid's kind of hardcore. he even checked our website before asking me out, what the."
"yeah. i kind of feel bad for him, though."
"you don't have to. he'll learn that, well, i just cannot like anybody else that way other than his onew hyung," jessica says. she hears jinki chuckle over the line. embarrassed, she takes another lock of hair and twirls it around her finger again. "so, how about next saturday? we're gonna go have dinner, right?"
"yeah. i'll pick you up. maybe we can get another couple shirt on the way?"
jessica chuckles along with jinki. "i'd like that."
an: i have been onsica deprived lately, and seeing this pic surfacing on the net made me really happy! i'm currently writing on a long onsica, though. i hope i can actually finish it.
good advice. kai/krystal. fluff, mild angst; g. 507w.
when they all leave for the dorms, soojung stays behind to practice more.
this is the side that the world doesn't see, or chooses to not see. how hard the spoiled brat krystal jung of f(x) and the younger sister of girls' generation's jessica works for her own name. sometimes, she would ask taemin for advices, or to monitor f(x)'s choreography (because he is already considered a choreographer in the company), and when he's unavailable, she watches her live videos and improves what needs to be improved.
it makes her feel better - practice - but it's never enough.
soojung is practicing the steps to hot summer when the door clicks open.
"oh - jongin."
jongin's lips turn into something of a smirk, before closing the door behind him. "jinri and the noonas left an hour ago. why are you still here?"
"what do you think?" she says, turning down the music and sinks down against the wall of blue sky.
"taemin told me that you like to stay behind for practice."
soojung pulls the water bottle away from her lips and smirks. "did he told you, or did you ask him?"
"what do you think?" jongin retorts, slumping down next to him. he hands her the towel around his neck, and she scrunches her nose, grabbing her own pink one. she was going to ask why he is still in the company, but then she remembers why.
there has been a lot of talk of sm entertainment's new boy band; a brilliant mix of talents and good looks, a group that will surely blow the minds of all k-pop fans and possibly non k-pop fans. there are some trainees that are confirmed to be debuting in it, like the smiley, handsome oppa that likes to hang out with jonghyun, or the tall-as-fuck baby-faced trainee that starred in one of girls' generation's music video, and some other guys. jongin is one of them.
"you're debuting soon."
"yep," he nods. "any advice, sunbaenim?"
"in variety shows, don't stare at someone more than three seconds if you don't want to be called rude."
jongin laughs, and soojung chuckles along with him. "i'm serious, soojung."
"and you think i'm not?"
he shakes his head, looking down at his worn out sneaker, a faint, tired smile on his lips. his feet shuffles, and soojung finds herself drawn closer to this boy.
"i'm just-" he bites his lower lip, "scared."
soojung doesn't say anything. she scoots closer, pulling her legs against her chest and rests her chin on top of her knees. "we all were," she says. "still are."
jongin stays quiet.
"hey, you have sehun, like i have jinri. and ten other oppas for you to lean on," she says, resting a hand on top of his. "that's one benefit of all these crazy shit. if you're in them, every second of the day, then the ones who go through them with you are definitely worth keeping."
"yeah," he breathes out with a chuckle. "but i have you too, so it's definitely worth it."
an: this is initially a part of my long kaistal fic i'm writing. but since it's not going anywhere i decided that i'll maybe just post this one important part here. if i can finish it, just consider this a preview to the fic! n_n
girls in love. sehun/sulli. fluff, fail-crack; g. 515w.
sehun is the one who kindly informs sulli that she's gawking. again.
"it's not my fault that he's so, so handsome," she sighs dreamily as she shifts her gaze back to the tall, lanky figure with the sexy smile and tanned skin across the cafetaria.
sehun scoffs. "i don't know what's so special about him, anyway. he's not even cute. and kai? what kind of name is that?"
"whatever, sehun," she waves him off and proceeds on staring at the new boy that just transferred from an all boy school from the other district. "you just haven't seen him dance yet. if you had, you'll be begging to let him teach you."
"and you have?"
"as a matter of fact, i have," she says. "you know, he has a youtube account, where he likes to post videos of himself dancing or covering idol groups' dances. you should see him cover sorry sorry, he's hot!"
"great, so my best friend has officially became a stalker," sehun says sarcastically, throwing his hands up in the air, as if surrendering. "that's wonderful for you, ssul. i'll see if you'll get him to ask you out."
sulli smirks, before turning away from sehun. "oh, please. he already did."
before sehun can catch what she means, the new boy, kai, is already standing in front of their desk.
"speak of the devil," sehun quips, before sulli jabs her elbow into his ribs, smiling her best smile up at kai.
"kai, hey! what's up?"
kai's lips tug up into a smile. sehun, in pain, surrenders to the thought that, yeah, well, maybe this guy is pretty charming. "so, sulli. what about that lunch after school, you're still up for it?" kai asks.
"of course! we'll go to this new shaved ice shop down the street, it's really good," sulli says, which sehun notes, rather too eagerly.
"great. i can't wait," kai waves at her before walking away to his own desk, where a swarm of girls is already waiting for him.
sulli tries to bite back a squeal, but the way she bites her lower lip while smiling widely at him scares sehun.
"did you see that? he digs me! i know he does, he totally does," sulli cries, fanning herself from all the excitement. "oh my god, i can't believe i'm gonna have a date with the popular kim jongin."
sehun mumbles something along the line of i get it, please shut up, as he tries to prevent himself from throwing up.
"hey, sehun-ah, you should get a girlfriend too! maybe later we can go on a double date together. got your eyes on somebody?"
sehun just shrugs, before going back to his notebook, doodling a skull and crossbones. "i don't know. i think krystal jung is pretty cute."
sulli smacks his shoulder, beaming up at him. "that's great! you should make a move. if you need help, just ask, okay?"
later that night, after a long call from jinri, happily telling him about her date with kai, sehun opens his laptop and dislikes all the videos in kai940114's youtube account.
an: the crackiest of them all, lmao. sehun and sulli are just too cute. the prompt for this was initially denial, but failed orz. i love jealous sehun though lol.