[drabbles]
rating: G to PG-13
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Various - Shiwon/Donghae, Hankyung/Donghae, Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Hankyung/Kibum
comments: this is me trying to get back into writing again! four random drabbles, so maybe not a successful attempt XD;;
Shiwon/Donghae - getting caught
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”
“Since when do I have bad ideas, huh?”
Shiwon opened his mouth to answer, because in all honesty he couldn’t think of Donghae ever having had a good idea before, but then there was a hand pressed against the crotch of his trousers, rubbing, and Shiwon thought better about answering. The look on Donghae’s face as Shiwon all but melted against him suggested this had been the plan all along.
“Now, will you please stop thinking so much, and start taking my clothes off instead?” And with the way Donghae was mouthing the words against Shiwon’s skin - his neck was quite sensitive and susceptible to such suggestions - it was difficult to disagree. Or want to disagree. Or even remember why he could have possibly disagreed to such a thing in the first place, because really, Shiwon might be a very, very good person, a good son and a good friend and a good Christian, but he wasn’t completely insane - or maybe this was what insanity actually was, and - oh. Oh.
“G-good idea,” he managed, sounding breathier than he may have liked. His hands slid to Donghae’s waist, fingers not quite shaking as they curled into the material of his shirt, and with a fair amount of ease Shiwon slid it up and off and had it gone.
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Donghae grinned.
By the time both their shirts were removed, and Shiwon had a hand inside Donghae’s trousers, he was in complete and utter agreement with just what a good idea this was. In fact, he’d forgotten what the idea even was, or why he had argued against it in the first place. The heat under his palm was incredibly good at making Shiwon forget such things.
Which really was kind of the problem, in the end. As Donghae’s fingers fumbled with Shiwon’s jeans, rather over-enthusiastically trying to remove them, was the moment someone chose to step into the room and exclaim, loudly and with a hint of never-ending trauma underlying his voice, “what the hell, can’t you two keep it in your pants? I only caught you two hours ago!”
Oh, that was why it had been a bad idea.
Hankyung/Donghae - collarbones
“Donghae? Are you…alright?” Ryeowook sounded a little concerned, considering all Donghae was doing was staring into nothing. Which admittedly, wasn’t entirely unusual in itself, but still, Ryeowook felt he should ask.
It took Donghae several moments to respond, to even realise he’d been spoken to, probably. He didn’t look away from that distant point he was staring at as he spoke, “Is that healthy?”
It made no sense. Even for Donghae, who didn’t usually make sense anyway. Puzzled, Ryeowook tried to follow where Donghae was looking, but all he saw was Hankyung, diligently practising in front of the mirrors.
“I…don’t know. I, um, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing though… uh,” he cast around, as if looking for an excuse to just pop up and announce a reason for Ryeowook to leave, when it occurred to him that Donghae wasn’t even listening anymore. Probably hadn’t been from the start. So he mumbled a quick excuse, anything, and left Donghae to his staring.
Donghae’s gaze never left its focus, but he was more aware of his surroundings than he’d been given credit for, aware enough to stop Shiwon as he walked past.
“Shiwonnie, come here for a minute.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Look.”
Shiwon did. Or tried to, anyway. And then his eyebrows creased into a frown. “What am I looking at?”
“Don’t tell me I’m the only one who can see it.” Donghae still didn’t pull his focus away from wherever it was he was looking, but all Shiwon could see was Hankyung practising. This was a little odd, even for Donghae.
“Are you feeling alright? Have you eaten today?” It was kind of worrying, if Donghae was seeing things.
“It’s hypnotising,” Donghae continued, ignoring Shiwon’s words. “Don’t you think? It should be illegal. Can you get something like that outlawed, I wonder. It can’t be legal,” he concluded, sounding decisive, but he still wasn’t turning to look at Shiwon, or even spare him a brief glance. “Or healthy. Definitely not healthy, either.”
Shiwon was perplexed, and not just a little concerned. He reached out and pressed the back of one hand against Donghae’s forehead, just to see. No temperature. Maybe lack of sleep, that could cause hallucinations and things, couldn’t it?
“I think you should rest some, Donghae. Really.”
“When I’m done.” He waved a hand vaguely in Shiwon’s direction, and lapsed back into silence, the same open-mouthed stare on his face.
“Oh. Well. Uh…right. If you say so.” Shiwon blinked, feeling terribly confused, and decided maybe it was he who needed the rest instead.
His staring went uninterrupted for a full five minutes, and Donghae really was starting to feel like he had been hypnotised, unable to drag his gaze away, to tear his eyes from the sight that remained so steadily fixed upon. It was strange, and kind of sudden, but so undeniably compelling and he just couldn’t look away. He had the feeling he would be staring like this forever and ever and ever, never able to look at anything else. Never wanting to look at anything else because really, it was a good, good sight to be stuck looking at forever.
He had no idea that he’d actually voiced these thoughts out loud until someone spoke up.
“I know what you mean.”
Had Donghae not been so focused, the suddenness of Zhou Mi next to him might have made him jump. As it was, he barely blinked, and certainly didn’t look away.
“You see it too?”
Zhou Mi’s nod went unseen, as he added, “definitely. He needs to be made illegal, especially when he’s doing things like that.”
Donghae nodded, and it also went unseen.
“I think it’s his collarbone, you know.”
“I think it might be his everything,” came Donghae’s hushed response.
After a further five minutes, Hankyung paused in his dancing, and snagged Kyuhyun’s arm as he walked past. “Hey, do you know what’s going on with them?” He nodded over at Donghae and Zhou Mi, who both just appeared to be standing and staring. It was quite unsettling, not to mention off putting when all he was doing was trying to get in some practice.
Kyuhyun looked, and tried to hide a snigger behind his hand. “I’m pretty sure it’s got something to do with you, hyung. And what you’re wearing.”
Hankyung stared down at himself, and wondered what was so wrong with sweatpants and a tank top. No one had ever complained before.
Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun - whispered Chinese, black, smile
Nothing made sense anymore. Least of all the words Kyuhyun was trying to memorise. The characters on the page in front of him blurred one into another, streaks of black racing across white. The phrases he was trying to practice bled into each other until he was hardly even sure what language he was supposed to be looking at anymore.
What made even less sense than a language he still barely knew was how black scribbles (it was Donghae’s notebook) across a page could make him think of something else entirely, could tug his mind back to earlier in the day, to smiling dark eyes and words he didn’t quite understand whispered into his ear. A string of shivers danced down his spine as simply the memory of the moment echoed through him, and to Kyuhyun, that made the least sense of all.
The notebook slipped from his hands, without a care, without another thought towards it, and Kyuhyun found himself thinking that perhaps he didn’t quite mind not everything making sense anymore.
Hankyung/Kibum - glasses, ice cubes, fingers (for zeehondpunk)
Kibum is good at hiding what he doesn't want people to know. It's second nature, by now, to be tight-lipped, and tight-hearted.
So, his hands want to shake when fingers (long and graceful and his fingers shake because they itch and itch to close the distance and the spaces between) brush casually against his own; a simple exchange from hand to hand, a casual passing of a glass. But he suppresses the shake, bites it down and reins it in, and keeps this secret to himself.
He's good, too, at pretending a smile has no effect on him whatsoever. That a smile from the right lips doesn't stir things within him. Doesn't set off the uncomfortable patter inside his chest, and certainly doesn't make it just that little bit harder to breathe, to pull the air into his lungs (kind of like how he wants to pull those smiles into his heart, and lock them there, for only him to look at). No effect at all. And Kibum smiles effortlessly back, because that, that is something else he's gotten good at too.
What Kibum is best at, however, is lying to himself.
(Kibum thinks he's good at hiding what he doesn't want anybody to know, but Hankyung is good at this game, and he can always tell when Kibum is playing it. He sees, how tightly reigned-in Kibum keeps everything, every little piece of himself, and he wishes he knew how to pull Kibum out of himself. )
It's all in the quiet clink of ice cubes, rattling against each other and the confines of the glass, that give him away; the smallest of sounds, for the slightest of tremors in his hand. It's in that movement, when eyes catch the moment, when fingers curl back around his own, that Kibum finds his secrets starting to unravel.
fandom: Super Junior
pairing: Various - Shiwon/Donghae, Hankyung/Donghae, Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun, Hankyung/Kibum
comments: this is me trying to get back into writing again! four random drabbles, so maybe not a successful attempt XD;;
Shiwon/Donghae - getting caught
“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea…”
“Since when do I have bad ideas, huh?”
Shiwon opened his mouth to answer, because in all honesty he couldn’t think of Donghae ever having had a good idea before, but then there was a hand pressed against the crotch of his trousers, rubbing, and Shiwon thought better about answering. The look on Donghae’s face as Shiwon all but melted against him suggested this had been the plan all along.
“Now, will you please stop thinking so much, and start taking my clothes off instead?” And with the way Donghae was mouthing the words against Shiwon’s skin - his neck was quite sensitive and susceptible to such suggestions - it was difficult to disagree. Or want to disagree. Or even remember why he could have possibly disagreed to such a thing in the first place, because really, Shiwon might be a very, very good person, a good son and a good friend and a good Christian, but he wasn’t completely insane - or maybe this was what insanity actually was, and - oh. Oh.
“G-good idea,” he managed, sounding breathier than he may have liked. His hands slid to Donghae’s waist, fingers not quite shaking as they curled into the material of his shirt, and with a fair amount of ease Shiwon slid it up and off and had it gone.
“I knew you’d see it my way,” Donghae grinned.
By the time both their shirts were removed, and Shiwon had a hand inside Donghae’s trousers, he was in complete and utter agreement with just what a good idea this was. In fact, he’d forgotten what the idea even was, or why he had argued against it in the first place. The heat under his palm was incredibly good at making Shiwon forget such things.
Which really was kind of the problem, in the end. As Donghae’s fingers fumbled with Shiwon’s jeans, rather over-enthusiastically trying to remove them, was the moment someone chose to step into the room and exclaim, loudly and with a hint of never-ending trauma underlying his voice, “what the hell, can’t you two keep it in your pants? I only caught you two hours ago!”
Oh, that was why it had been a bad idea.
Hankyung/Donghae - collarbones
“Donghae? Are you…alright?” Ryeowook sounded a little concerned, considering all Donghae was doing was staring into nothing. Which admittedly, wasn’t entirely unusual in itself, but still, Ryeowook felt he should ask.
It took Donghae several moments to respond, to even realise he’d been spoken to, probably. He didn’t look away from that distant point he was staring at as he spoke, “Is that healthy?”
It made no sense. Even for Donghae, who didn’t usually make sense anyway. Puzzled, Ryeowook tried to follow where Donghae was looking, but all he saw was Hankyung, diligently practising in front of the mirrors.
“I…don’t know. I, um, I’m sure he knows what he’s doing though… uh,” he cast around, as if looking for an excuse to just pop up and announce a reason for Ryeowook to leave, when it occurred to him that Donghae wasn’t even listening anymore. Probably hadn’t been from the start. So he mumbled a quick excuse, anything, and left Donghae to his staring.
Donghae’s gaze never left its focus, but he was more aware of his surroundings than he’d been given credit for, aware enough to stop Shiwon as he walked past.
“Shiwonnie, come here for a minute.”
“Hmm? What is it?”
“Look.”
Shiwon did. Or tried to, anyway. And then his eyebrows creased into a frown. “What am I looking at?”
“Don’t tell me I’m the only one who can see it.” Donghae still didn’t pull his focus away from wherever it was he was looking, but all Shiwon could see was Hankyung practising. This was a little odd, even for Donghae.
“Are you feeling alright? Have you eaten today?” It was kind of worrying, if Donghae was seeing things.
“It’s hypnotising,” Donghae continued, ignoring Shiwon’s words. “Don’t you think? It should be illegal. Can you get something like that outlawed, I wonder. It can’t be legal,” he concluded, sounding decisive, but he still wasn’t turning to look at Shiwon, or even spare him a brief glance. “Or healthy. Definitely not healthy, either.”
Shiwon was perplexed, and not just a little concerned. He reached out and pressed the back of one hand against Donghae’s forehead, just to see. No temperature. Maybe lack of sleep, that could cause hallucinations and things, couldn’t it?
“I think you should rest some, Donghae. Really.”
“When I’m done.” He waved a hand vaguely in Shiwon’s direction, and lapsed back into silence, the same open-mouthed stare on his face.
“Oh. Well. Uh…right. If you say so.” Shiwon blinked, feeling terribly confused, and decided maybe it was he who needed the rest instead.
His staring went uninterrupted for a full five minutes, and Donghae really was starting to feel like he had been hypnotised, unable to drag his gaze away, to tear his eyes from the sight that remained so steadily fixed upon. It was strange, and kind of sudden, but so undeniably compelling and he just couldn’t look away. He had the feeling he would be staring like this forever and ever and ever, never able to look at anything else. Never wanting to look at anything else because really, it was a good, good sight to be stuck looking at forever.
He had no idea that he’d actually voiced these thoughts out loud until someone spoke up.
“I know what you mean.”
Had Donghae not been so focused, the suddenness of Zhou Mi next to him might have made him jump. As it was, he barely blinked, and certainly didn’t look away.
“You see it too?”
Zhou Mi’s nod went unseen, as he added, “definitely. He needs to be made illegal, especially when he’s doing things like that.”
Donghae nodded, and it also went unseen.
“I think it’s his collarbone, you know.”
“I think it might be his everything,” came Donghae’s hushed response.
After a further five minutes, Hankyung paused in his dancing, and snagged Kyuhyun’s arm as he walked past. “Hey, do you know what’s going on with them?” He nodded over at Donghae and Zhou Mi, who both just appeared to be standing and staring. It was quite unsettling, not to mention off putting when all he was doing was trying to get in some practice.
Kyuhyun looked, and tried to hide a snigger behind his hand. “I’m pretty sure it’s got something to do with you, hyung. And what you’re wearing.”
Hankyung stared down at himself, and wondered what was so wrong with sweatpants and a tank top. No one had ever complained before.
Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun - whispered Chinese, black, smile
Nothing made sense anymore. Least of all the words Kyuhyun was trying to memorise. The characters on the page in front of him blurred one into another, streaks of black racing across white. The phrases he was trying to practice bled into each other until he was hardly even sure what language he was supposed to be looking at anymore.
What made even less sense than a language he still barely knew was how black scribbles (it was Donghae’s notebook) across a page could make him think of something else entirely, could tug his mind back to earlier in the day, to smiling dark eyes and words he didn’t quite understand whispered into his ear. A string of shivers danced down his spine as simply the memory of the moment echoed through him, and to Kyuhyun, that made the least sense of all.
The notebook slipped from his hands, without a care, without another thought towards it, and Kyuhyun found himself thinking that perhaps he didn’t quite mind not everything making sense anymore.
Hankyung/Kibum - glasses, ice cubes, fingers (for zeehondpunk)
Kibum is good at hiding what he doesn't want people to know. It's second nature, by now, to be tight-lipped, and tight-hearted.
So, his hands want to shake when fingers (long and graceful and his fingers shake because they itch and itch to close the distance and the spaces between) brush casually against his own; a simple exchange from hand to hand, a casual passing of a glass. But he suppresses the shake, bites it down and reins it in, and keeps this secret to himself.
He's good, too, at pretending a smile has no effect on him whatsoever. That a smile from the right lips doesn't stir things within him. Doesn't set off the uncomfortable patter inside his chest, and certainly doesn't make it just that little bit harder to breathe, to pull the air into his lungs (kind of like how he wants to pull those smiles into his heart, and lock them there, for only him to look at). No effect at all. And Kibum smiles effortlessly back, because that, that is something else he's gotten good at too.
What Kibum is best at, however, is lying to himself.
(Kibum thinks he's good at hiding what he doesn't want anybody to know, but Hankyung is good at this game, and he can always tell when Kibum is playing it. He sees, how tightly reigned-in Kibum keeps everything, every little piece of himself, and he wishes he knew how to pull Kibum out of himself. )
It's all in the quiet clink of ice cubes, rattling against each other and the confines of the glass, that give him away; the smallest of sounds, for the slightest of tremors in his hand. It's in that movement, when eyes catch the moment, when fingers curl back around his own, that Kibum finds his secrets starting to unravel.