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Meet Me at the Pretty Lights
Miss A/SNSD, Min/Seohyun, PG-13, 1200 words
For the prompt they meet at a club.
Minyoung shows up at Hive three minutes before the discounted entry fee runs out, possibly elbowing a few foreign girls out of her way in the process. It's cold outside from the chill of winter in the air, and she's too cheap for the coat check fee, so she shivers as wrist gets stamped. Tomorrow Fei will catch her wrist at the sink while she washes out her mug of tea and cluck her tongue, saying, "Again, Min?"
Yes, again. It's been three months since her girlfriend broke her heart and there hasn't been a weekend since that Minyoung hasn't spent at the clubs, filling the void with booze and a steady stream of kisses from strangers. "You need to grow up," her girlfriend had said, with enough sympathy in her voice to send a flash of rage through Minyoung's body. At the time she thought it was real rich that someone younger than her would tell her how to behave. Minyoung wonders now if she was right.
Inside the club, there's already a substantial crowd. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and booze, the floor sticky with spilled drinks. Minyoung's here to dance, but she needs another drink and a someone to join her before she's ready for the obnoxious strobe lights and potential ass grabbing dudes. Minyoung scopes out potential partners at the bar. Too many girls teetering in their heels trying to get the bartender's attention, wearing club dresses that hug minuscule curves. Been there, done that, Minyoung thinks, shifting her gaze to the other end of the bar, where lonely drinkers wait. Her eyes stop on one girl.
She's perched at one of the stools at the bar, nursing some kind of Western cocktail with a black straw she twirls around the glass. She has the look of a first timer, wearing a simple black dress that reveals nothing, hair tied back in a perfectly curled ponytail.
Minyoung slides onto the stool next to her and orders a shot of whatever's cheapest. The alcohol stings her throat when she downs the shot and slams the tiny, delicate glass back down on the counter. Alcohol is too expensive to buy when you're out so Minyoung had worked her way through a bottle of soju back at her house before hitting the streets, already wobbling.
"Hi," Minyoung says, laying a hand on the girl's arm to get her attention. She startles slightly, but when she turns to face Minyoung, she's wearing a pleasant smile. "I haven't seen you here before," Minyoung continues.
"It's my first time," the girl says. She sounds unused to practically shouting at someone sitting next to you, an art Minyoung perfected long before her twentieth birthday. "I was supposed to come with a friend, but she had to back out and I said 'Seo Joohyun, you are going out tonight no matter what!' So, here I am." She laughs at the end, a little awkward, but endearingly so.
Joohyun covers her laugh with a hand over her mouth, but not before Minyoung's eyes are drawn to her lips. She is wearing a light shade of lipstick, just a shade darker than her own lip color with a hint of shine, because she's the kind of girl, Minyoung can tell, who doesn't want to draw attention to herself.
Minyoung's lipstick is purple, bordering on fuchsia, and called Damage. Minyoung liked the name more than the shade when she found it at the supermarket, juggling too many things in her hands because she could never stick to a grocery list and thought that not getting a basket would help, when really it only caused her to keep stacking items on top of a precarious pile. She pocketed the lipstick so she wouldn't drop it and it wasn't until her groceries were paid for and she was two blocks from home swinging grocery bags as she walked that she realized she never paid for it. Joohyun would've probably returned it, but Minyoung just slipped it into her makeup bag next to Strong Woman and Fairytale.
"So, here you are," Minyoung repeats, smiling. "Now comes the fun part."
Joohyun shakes her head and a loose strip of hair from her ponytail falls in her face. "Fun for me is a book at home, this is just loud."
"Well, the fun part is over there," Minyoung says, tipping her head towards the flashing lights of the dance floor. "Joohyun, would you like to dance with me?"
Taking a large swallow of her drink first, Joohyun nods resolutely. "I would love to," she says.
It's not until Joohyun stands up that Minyoung realizes she's tall, with several inches on Minyoung, even in her platform heels that took weeks to master walking in. Joohyun laughs likes she's used to towering over people, and Minyoung smiles back because she's always liked tall women.
With Joohyun's hand clasped firmly in hers, Minyoung leads them through the mass of bodies to the center of the dance floor. Some remix is playing and it's easy to get into the rhythm, to feel the thrum of the bass in her body, shaking her hips to the beat. Joohyun stands practically still at first, doing the same awkward shuffle Minyoung recalls from middle school dances. She winds a hand around Joohyun's waist and Joohyun lets Minyoung pull her in closer.
"Loosen up," Minyoung shouts, pitching herself up onto her tip toes to yell into Joohyun's ear. One of her hands comes to rest on the bare skin of Joohyun's shoulder where the strap of her dress has slid down to her arm. The bone protrudes sharply. Fei would make her a full course meal if she brought her home, Minyoung thinks.
Joohyun nods, a look of determination in her eyes like she's solving a math problem. She starts to sway her hips a bit, guided by Minyoung's embrace. Minyoung drops her hands when Joohyun's shoulders relax and she watches as Joohyun brings her arms up, moving them like she's imitating the club dancing she's seen on TV. Very high school semi-formal. She's cute, everything about her is cute down to the sensible heels she's wearing and the curls falling from her ponytail and Minyoung has to suppress the laughter bubbling up in her chest, lest Joohyun think she's laughing at her. She's just happy.
The night could go several ways from here, and Minyoung has played them all out over the course of her time apart from her ex. Scenario one: she takes Joohyun home and they tiptoe into Minyoung's bedroom and Minyoung peels Joohyun's panties off without even getting her out of her dress. Oddly enough, Minyoung doesn't really want that, not tonight, not that Joohyun would likely follow her home anyway. Scenario two: Minyoung waits for Joohyun to make her predictable early exit and picks up another girl, someone easy, and takes her home and peels off her panties by the door. What she'd do any other night.
There's a brief lull as the music switches over and something with a long intro begins to play and Minyoung tilts her head up to see the glow of the disco ball glinting in Joohyun's eyes. She reaches out, placing a careful hand on Minyoung's hip the same way that Minyoung had earlier.
Scenario three: Minyoung follows Joohyun out and they stop at the first pojangmacha they see, eating enough food to feed two people twice their size, and Minyoung leaves with Joohyun's number in her phone.
She likes that one the best.
Aaaaaand drabbles from ask.fm that started off as three sentences and then just became drabbles. Some lapslock, some proper case.
100%, Minwoo/Rokhyun
disney park employee au
On Rokhyun's first day out of training, Minwoo, dressed as Aladdin in a pair of harem pants and a revealing leather vest, hands him a pair of tights, and tells him that their Peter Pan is out sick.
"Let's hope you have the legs for tights," Minwoo says, while Rokhyun tries very pointedly not to stare at his nipples.
He hopes his tights are thick enough to hide his boner.
EXO, Chanyeol/Tao
chantao, handcuffed together n__n
Chanyeol waits approximately three minutes after he wakes up to Zitao jerking off next to him to tell him (or, rather, to grunt at him) that some people are trying to sleep here, you idiot, hurry the fuck up.
"You try doing it with your left hand," Zitao, says, frustrated and a bit raspy, like he's been holding his breath.
Chanyeol covers Zitao's hand with his. "Forget about this in the morning," he says, and Zitao's cock twitches underneath their grasp.
EXO/Hello Venus, Tao + Yooyoung
zitao/yooyoung high school best friends :333
"so if you had to choose between sehun, jongin, or baekhyun?"
zitao chews on the straw of his bubble tea in contemplation, thinking about each of the boys, how different they each look in their school uniforms, how their mouths would feel underneath his, which one of them would be best to take home to his parents.
"oppa," yooyoung says, voice full of fond exasperation. "i don't have all night."
zitao sighs, anguished. "fine. i pick baekhyun hyung."
100%, Changbum/Hyukjin
changbum/hyukjin college au
Hyukjin has a long history of unrequited crushes. there was Jonghwan, his best friend for most of middle school. Daniel's older brother who liked to pull him into a headlock whenever Hyukjin came over. Rokhyun, a student in his voice lessons (the closest to being requited, hyukjin often thought, until he performed in drag for a school event and ended up with no less than five dates.) Minwoo his TA who wore sweaters tied around his shoulders. And now, Woo Changbum, Hot Topic employee and resident of the third seat forward and to the left of Hyukjin in their English lecture.
"He's out of my league," Hyukjin says, watching Changbum fold a row of black band t-shirts.
"Most people are," Chanyong says.
Hyukjin had been taken with Changbum since the second day of class. The first Changbum had showed up with a face mask over his mouth and bangs obscuring the rest of his face, but on the second day, his hair was pushed back and Hyukjin could see how nice his face was. A new crush was born. Finding out he worked at Hot Topic was an accident after Hyukjin happened to glance in the store window one day, but with Changbum's stretched ears, it seemed fitting.
"Maybe you shouldn't smile so much. He looks like a brooder," Chanyong says, as though he's one to talk about looking brooding. "Try looking tough."
Hyukjin tries growling a little.
"On second thought, don't try that."
EXO/NU'EST, Tao/Ren
Tao/Ren where they are models
Zitao finds Minki behind the building, his hair still in that ridiculous runway up-do, smoking a cigarette and listening to music on his iPod.
"Those things will kill you," Zitao says, plucking the cigarette from his fingertips and watching as Minki narrows his dark-rimmed eyes at Zitao, who takes a drag off the end instead of snuffing it out.
"The sooner the better," Minki says, and hands Zitao one of his headphones.
NU'EST, JR/Minhyun
jr/minhyun, idol sports day
they're stuck up in the bleachers with all of the other idol groups too unknown to send more than one member to compete. in a way it's nice. if they're forced to stick around all day and into the wee hours of the night, minhyun would rather do it away from the camera crews and fans with their lenses that can zoom in far enough to count your nose hairs, but the hard plastic seats are unforgiving and minhyun is tired. they're all tired- aaron and yoonjo both keep dozing off in the middle of their conversations, and baekho has been snoring quietly for at least twenty minutes. jonghyun has his eye fixed to the center of the stadium, tracking minki's blonde hair diligently as he makes conversation with the surrounding idols. jonghyun's just being a good leader, minhyun thinks, looking out for his member like that. it doesn't bother him at all.
minhyun doesn't realize that he's falling asleep himself until his head drops against jonghyun's bony shoulder. jonghyun startles and looks away from minki for a moment to look at minhyun, the corners of his mouth turning up into an affectionate smile. it's the last thing that minhyun sees before he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Hello Venus/After School, Alice/Nana
alice/nana, space academy trainees
jinah has been pacing around the cramped space of their dorm room with her PADD in hand for over an hour when juhee practically tackles her down onto her bed. "you can't study like this," juhee tells jinah, already trailing wet kisses down her neck. "let me help you relax."
their professors tell them to relax the night before the kobayashi maru. take a warm bath, they said. drink some tea. let your roommate leave hickeys across your hipbones wasn't one of the official suggestions, but it's not as though jinah minds, not if the way her stern expression quickly fades away is anything to by.
juhee alternates between fingering jinah, two fingers in her cunt while she mouths at her breasts, and teasing her clit with her tongue until jinah is trembling beneath her and yanking on strands of juhee's hair. after juhee gets jinah off, she traps her in her arms and declares that she's not allowed to study any further.
the next day, jinah assumes her position in the captain's chair, feeling anxious but oddly prepared. juhee winks at her from the console.
VIXX, N/Hyuk
n/hyuk, arranged married au
their date is at the restaurant of a hotel, some fancy one that hakyeon's mother picked out, most likely because the layout of the dining room was optimal for spying on dates. sanghyuk's mother fusses over him in the elevator, straightening his tie and smoothing down his unruly hair.
"i'm an adult," sanghyuk whines. the ding of the elevator arriving at the floor cuts him off before he can complain once again about being set up on a date like he's not capable of finding a future spouse on his own. if he'd had it his way he'd still be fucking hongbin every day after his internship- the artsy types were always good in bed- but his mother put an end to that with her matchmaking streak. the first date had been awkward, the second one downright uncomfortable. sunghyuk's hopes are not high.
his mother is led away to a table across the room with hakyeon's mother, while sanghyuk follows the waiter to a table by the window. he's seen pictures of hakyeon, facebook stalked him with his mother, but with dates, you can never be sure what to expect. what he gets is an enthusiastic smile that creates wrinkles around his mouth and a warm hand pushing into his after they bow.
EXO/Girl's Day, Yixing + Yura
college roommates, set in the same verse as "high art"
officially, they met through a mutual friend in the art department. unofficially, they met on the couch of their dealer's apartment, passing a bong around a circle of other art majors. when ahyoung complained about needing a roommate, it seemed logical to yixing to offer up his services.
it could've been a bad idea, but luckily it turned out for the best. as far as roommates go, ahyoung isn't horrible. she cleans up after herself, she's not loud, she doesn't use all the hot water. kris is delightfully awkward around her, probably because she spends most of her time her underwear with a fur vest on top. yixing doesn't have the heart to tell her that his boyfriend is bi, but he's not sure that she would care anyway. she has nice friends; zitao and sehun are smitten with the youngest of them, a new college student with a cute face but an obnoxious laugh, while jongin drools over her friend almost a decade older than him. in fact, ahyoung spends most of her time like yixing does- working on projects for school.
they make weed brownies together one day. they come out tasting like shit. neither of them have the homemaker touch that kyungsoo has, but it doesn't stop them from eating them all, even scraping the leftovers off the side of the baking pan. when kris lets himself in later that night, he finds them on the couch, yixing drawing on ahyoung's bare legs and ahyoung squealing when the marker traces over sensitive skin.
"really, you couldn't have saved any for me?" kris asks from the kitchen.
"what'd he say?" ahyoung asks, punctuating her question with a jerk of her leg as yixing draws a thick line down to her ankle.
"he said your feet stink," yixing says, and flicks the ball of ahyoung's foot.
NU'EST/BTOB, Aron/Changsub
changsub/aron, skateboarding au
changsub is the first person to put a skateboard under aaron's feet. he's fourteen at the time. aaron is twelve, new to korea, and watches from his window as changsub does tricks in the alleyway next to their building. they're sort of friends, if walking the same route to and from school makes two people friends. maybe that's why one day changsub approaches him outside of their building. you want to try?" changsub asks, pointing the edge of his board up at aaron.
from there, clumsy beginnings. aaron gets tears in his jeans, bloody scrapes across his elbows and bruises everywhere else and changsub laughs at him even as he helps bandage his cuts. aaron learns the art of aegyo from changsub, always trying to bribe street vendors for cheaper food or an extra helping.
aaron practices skating with more enthusiasm than he's ever put into piano lessons or school work. he looks forward to the aching calves and failed tricks. it doesn't take long until he's on changsub's level. changsub takes him to the skatepark when he deems aaron ready, introducing him to his other friends. eunkwang is a little scary, but nice. he's already taller than minhyuk even at thirteen, so aaron likes him the best.
changsub kisses him, two days before school starts back and changsub heads off to high school. his mouth tastes like the syrupy energy drink they'd been passing between them, the kind that aaron still can't stand after a year of living in korea. changsub's lips are puffy, soft, and it occurs to aaron that this is his first kiss, behind a half-pipe with mosquitoes biting their knees and the pungent smell of sweat on their skin. when they pull apart, after a minute of not so much kissing as resting their lips against each other, changsub knocks the brim of aaron's lakers hat and skates away. add kissing to the list of things changsub has taught him.
EXO, Kris/Tao
how about a scene where tao/somebody have an entire conversation without saying a word
when kris shows up, just after dinner time with suitcase in hand and their manager following close behind, zitao promptly hacks up a lung in excitement.
"he's sick, he's saving his voice," hyunkyun explains, shortly, pushing kris to his bedroom while zitao chugs down a cup of water. when hyunkyun leaves, zitao is waiting for kris in the kitchen, holding a dry erase board and a marker in his hand.
hi, he's written on the board. welcome home.
kris feels his heart clench, painfully tight. to deflect, he reaches out, tugging on a strand of zitao's hair. "did you get new glasses or something?" he aims for teasing, but his voice cracks a little at the end of his sentence. zitao doesn't seem to notice as he bats kris's fingers away, two spots of color on his cheeks.
zitao scrubs away his message with his hand, scribbling something down before turning to show it to kris. you look younger. kris raises an eyebrow and zitao hastily adds, i like it.
"oh," kris says, and it's his turn to blush. "thanks."
the other guys are at dinner, hyunkyun had told him before he left. it's just the two of them, standing there with just the light from above the stove on. there's something intimate about the way that zitao is staring at him, half-smile on his lips, as though he's taking in all the parts of kris that he missed. for the first time kris feels the true weight of his absence. he swallows thickly.
zitao lets kris take the board from him, watching as kris scrawls something out, and when kris turns the board back to him, zitao just laughs.
i missed you.
Miss A/SNSD, Min/Seohyun, PG-13, 1200 words
For the prompt they meet at a club.
Minyoung shows up at Hive three minutes before the discounted entry fee runs out, possibly elbowing a few foreign girls out of her way in the process. It's cold outside from the chill of winter in the air, and she's too cheap for the coat check fee, so she shivers as wrist gets stamped. Tomorrow Fei will catch her wrist at the sink while she washes out her mug of tea and cluck her tongue, saying, "Again, Min?"
Yes, again. It's been three months since her girlfriend broke her heart and there hasn't been a weekend since that Minyoung hasn't spent at the clubs, filling the void with booze and a steady stream of kisses from strangers. "You need to grow up," her girlfriend had said, with enough sympathy in her voice to send a flash of rage through Minyoung's body. At the time she thought it was real rich that someone younger than her would tell her how to behave. Minyoung wonders now if she was right.
Inside the club, there's already a substantial crowd. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and booze, the floor sticky with spilled drinks. Minyoung's here to dance, but she needs another drink and a someone to join her before she's ready for the obnoxious strobe lights and potential ass grabbing dudes. Minyoung scopes out potential partners at the bar. Too many girls teetering in their heels trying to get the bartender's attention, wearing club dresses that hug minuscule curves. Been there, done that, Minyoung thinks, shifting her gaze to the other end of the bar, where lonely drinkers wait. Her eyes stop on one girl.
She's perched at one of the stools at the bar, nursing some kind of Western cocktail with a black straw she twirls around the glass. She has the look of a first timer, wearing a simple black dress that reveals nothing, hair tied back in a perfectly curled ponytail.
Minyoung slides onto the stool next to her and orders a shot of whatever's cheapest. The alcohol stings her throat when she downs the shot and slams the tiny, delicate glass back down on the counter. Alcohol is too expensive to buy when you're out so Minyoung had worked her way through a bottle of soju back at her house before hitting the streets, already wobbling.
"Hi," Minyoung says, laying a hand on the girl's arm to get her attention. She startles slightly, but when she turns to face Minyoung, she's wearing a pleasant smile. "I haven't seen you here before," Minyoung continues.
"It's my first time," the girl says. She sounds unused to practically shouting at someone sitting next to you, an art Minyoung perfected long before her twentieth birthday. "I was supposed to come with a friend, but she had to back out and I said 'Seo Joohyun, you are going out tonight no matter what!' So, here I am." She laughs at the end, a little awkward, but endearingly so.
Joohyun covers her laugh with a hand over her mouth, but not before Minyoung's eyes are drawn to her lips. She is wearing a light shade of lipstick, just a shade darker than her own lip color with a hint of shine, because she's the kind of girl, Minyoung can tell, who doesn't want to draw attention to herself.
Minyoung's lipstick is purple, bordering on fuchsia, and called Damage. Minyoung liked the name more than the shade when she found it at the supermarket, juggling too many things in her hands because she could never stick to a grocery list and thought that not getting a basket would help, when really it only caused her to keep stacking items on top of a precarious pile. She pocketed the lipstick so she wouldn't drop it and it wasn't until her groceries were paid for and she was two blocks from home swinging grocery bags as she walked that she realized she never paid for it. Joohyun would've probably returned it, but Minyoung just slipped it into her makeup bag next to Strong Woman and Fairytale.
"So, here you are," Minyoung repeats, smiling. "Now comes the fun part."
Joohyun shakes her head and a loose strip of hair from her ponytail falls in her face. "Fun for me is a book at home, this is just loud."
"Well, the fun part is over there," Minyoung says, tipping her head towards the flashing lights of the dance floor. "Joohyun, would you like to dance with me?"
Taking a large swallow of her drink first, Joohyun nods resolutely. "I would love to," she says.
It's not until Joohyun stands up that Minyoung realizes she's tall, with several inches on Minyoung, even in her platform heels that took weeks to master walking in. Joohyun laughs likes she's used to towering over people, and Minyoung smiles back because she's always liked tall women.
With Joohyun's hand clasped firmly in hers, Minyoung leads them through the mass of bodies to the center of the dance floor. Some remix is playing and it's easy to get into the rhythm, to feel the thrum of the bass in her body, shaking her hips to the beat. Joohyun stands practically still at first, doing the same awkward shuffle Minyoung recalls from middle school dances. She winds a hand around Joohyun's waist and Joohyun lets Minyoung pull her in closer.
"Loosen up," Minyoung shouts, pitching herself up onto her tip toes to yell into Joohyun's ear. One of her hands comes to rest on the bare skin of Joohyun's shoulder where the strap of her dress has slid down to her arm. The bone protrudes sharply. Fei would make her a full course meal if she brought her home, Minyoung thinks.
Joohyun nods, a look of determination in her eyes like she's solving a math problem. She starts to sway her hips a bit, guided by Minyoung's embrace. Minyoung drops her hands when Joohyun's shoulders relax and she watches as Joohyun brings her arms up, moving them like she's imitating the club dancing she's seen on TV. Very high school semi-formal. She's cute, everything about her is cute down to the sensible heels she's wearing and the curls falling from her ponytail and Minyoung has to suppress the laughter bubbling up in her chest, lest Joohyun think she's laughing at her. She's just happy.
The night could go several ways from here, and Minyoung has played them all out over the course of her time apart from her ex. Scenario one: she takes Joohyun home and they tiptoe into Minyoung's bedroom and Minyoung peels Joohyun's panties off without even getting her out of her dress. Oddly enough, Minyoung doesn't really want that, not tonight, not that Joohyun would likely follow her home anyway. Scenario two: Minyoung waits for Joohyun to make her predictable early exit and picks up another girl, someone easy, and takes her home and peels off her panties by the door. What she'd do any other night.
There's a brief lull as the music switches over and something with a long intro begins to play and Minyoung tilts her head up to see the glow of the disco ball glinting in Joohyun's eyes. She reaches out, placing a careful hand on Minyoung's hip the same way that Minyoung had earlier.
Scenario three: Minyoung follows Joohyun out and they stop at the first pojangmacha they see, eating enough food to feed two people twice their size, and Minyoung leaves with Joohyun's number in her phone.
She likes that one the best.
Aaaaaand drabbles from ask.fm that started off as three sentences and then just became drabbles. Some lapslock, some proper case.
100%, Minwoo/Rokhyun
disney park employee au
On Rokhyun's first day out of training, Minwoo, dressed as Aladdin in a pair of harem pants and a revealing leather vest, hands him a pair of tights, and tells him that their Peter Pan is out sick.
"Let's hope you have the legs for tights," Minwoo says, while Rokhyun tries very pointedly not to stare at his nipples.
He hopes his tights are thick enough to hide his boner.
EXO, Chanyeol/Tao
chantao, handcuffed together n__n
Chanyeol waits approximately three minutes after he wakes up to Zitao jerking off next to him to tell him (or, rather, to grunt at him) that some people are trying to sleep here, you idiot, hurry the fuck up.
"You try doing it with your left hand," Zitao, says, frustrated and a bit raspy, like he's been holding his breath.
Chanyeol covers Zitao's hand with his. "Forget about this in the morning," he says, and Zitao's cock twitches underneath their grasp.
EXO/Hello Venus, Tao + Yooyoung
zitao/yooyoung high school best friends :333
"so if you had to choose between sehun, jongin, or baekhyun?"
zitao chews on the straw of his bubble tea in contemplation, thinking about each of the boys, how different they each look in their school uniforms, how their mouths would feel underneath his, which one of them would be best to take home to his parents.
"oppa," yooyoung says, voice full of fond exasperation. "i don't have all night."
zitao sighs, anguished. "fine. i pick baekhyun hyung."
100%, Changbum/Hyukjin
changbum/hyukjin college au
Hyukjin has a long history of unrequited crushes. there was Jonghwan, his best friend for most of middle school. Daniel's older brother who liked to pull him into a headlock whenever Hyukjin came over. Rokhyun, a student in his voice lessons (the closest to being requited, hyukjin often thought, until he performed in drag for a school event and ended up with no less than five dates.) Minwoo his TA who wore sweaters tied around his shoulders. And now, Woo Changbum, Hot Topic employee and resident of the third seat forward and to the left of Hyukjin in their English lecture.
"He's out of my league," Hyukjin says, watching Changbum fold a row of black band t-shirts.
"Most people are," Chanyong says.
Hyukjin had been taken with Changbum since the second day of class. The first Changbum had showed up with a face mask over his mouth and bangs obscuring the rest of his face, but on the second day, his hair was pushed back and Hyukjin could see how nice his face was. A new crush was born. Finding out he worked at Hot Topic was an accident after Hyukjin happened to glance in the store window one day, but with Changbum's stretched ears, it seemed fitting.
"Maybe you shouldn't smile so much. He looks like a brooder," Chanyong says, as though he's one to talk about looking brooding. "Try looking tough."
Hyukjin tries growling a little.
"On second thought, don't try that."
EXO/NU'EST, Tao/Ren
Tao/Ren where they are models
Zitao finds Minki behind the building, his hair still in that ridiculous runway up-do, smoking a cigarette and listening to music on his iPod.
"Those things will kill you," Zitao says, plucking the cigarette from his fingertips and watching as Minki narrows his dark-rimmed eyes at Zitao, who takes a drag off the end instead of snuffing it out.
"The sooner the better," Minki says, and hands Zitao one of his headphones.
NU'EST, JR/Minhyun
jr/minhyun, idol sports day
they're stuck up in the bleachers with all of the other idol groups too unknown to send more than one member to compete. in a way it's nice. if they're forced to stick around all day and into the wee hours of the night, minhyun would rather do it away from the camera crews and fans with their lenses that can zoom in far enough to count your nose hairs, but the hard plastic seats are unforgiving and minhyun is tired. they're all tired- aaron and yoonjo both keep dozing off in the middle of their conversations, and baekho has been snoring quietly for at least twenty minutes. jonghyun has his eye fixed to the center of the stadium, tracking minki's blonde hair diligently as he makes conversation with the surrounding idols. jonghyun's just being a good leader, minhyun thinks, looking out for his member like that. it doesn't bother him at all.
minhyun doesn't realize that he's falling asleep himself until his head drops against jonghyun's bony shoulder. jonghyun startles and looks away from minki for a moment to look at minhyun, the corners of his mouth turning up into an affectionate smile. it's the last thing that minhyun sees before he closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep.
Hello Venus/After School, Alice/Nana
alice/nana, space academy trainees
jinah has been pacing around the cramped space of their dorm room with her PADD in hand for over an hour when juhee practically tackles her down onto her bed. "you can't study like this," juhee tells jinah, already trailing wet kisses down her neck. "let me help you relax."
their professors tell them to relax the night before the kobayashi maru. take a warm bath, they said. drink some tea. let your roommate leave hickeys across your hipbones wasn't one of the official suggestions, but it's not as though jinah minds, not if the way her stern expression quickly fades away is anything to by.
juhee alternates between fingering jinah, two fingers in her cunt while she mouths at her breasts, and teasing her clit with her tongue until jinah is trembling beneath her and yanking on strands of juhee's hair. after juhee gets jinah off, she traps her in her arms and declares that she's not allowed to study any further.
the next day, jinah assumes her position in the captain's chair, feeling anxious but oddly prepared. juhee winks at her from the console.
VIXX, N/Hyuk
n/hyuk, arranged married au
their date is at the restaurant of a hotel, some fancy one that hakyeon's mother picked out, most likely because the layout of the dining room was optimal for spying on dates. sanghyuk's mother fusses over him in the elevator, straightening his tie and smoothing down his unruly hair.
"i'm an adult," sanghyuk whines. the ding of the elevator arriving at the floor cuts him off before he can complain once again about being set up on a date like he's not capable of finding a future spouse on his own. if he'd had it his way he'd still be fucking hongbin every day after his internship- the artsy types were always good in bed- but his mother put an end to that with her matchmaking streak. the first date had been awkward, the second one downright uncomfortable. sunghyuk's hopes are not high.
his mother is led away to a table across the room with hakyeon's mother, while sanghyuk follows the waiter to a table by the window. he's seen pictures of hakyeon, facebook stalked him with his mother, but with dates, you can never be sure what to expect. what he gets is an enthusiastic smile that creates wrinkles around his mouth and a warm hand pushing into his after they bow.
EXO/Girl's Day, Yixing + Yura
college roommates, set in the same verse as "high art"
officially, they met through a mutual friend in the art department. unofficially, they met on the couch of their dealer's apartment, passing a bong around a circle of other art majors. when ahyoung complained about needing a roommate, it seemed logical to yixing to offer up his services.
it could've been a bad idea, but luckily it turned out for the best. as far as roommates go, ahyoung isn't horrible. she cleans up after herself, she's not loud, she doesn't use all the hot water. kris is delightfully awkward around her, probably because she spends most of her time her underwear with a fur vest on top. yixing doesn't have the heart to tell her that his boyfriend is bi, but he's not sure that she would care anyway. she has nice friends; zitao and sehun are smitten with the youngest of them, a new college student with a cute face but an obnoxious laugh, while jongin drools over her friend almost a decade older than him. in fact, ahyoung spends most of her time like yixing does- working on projects for school.
they make weed brownies together one day. they come out tasting like shit. neither of them have the homemaker touch that kyungsoo has, but it doesn't stop them from eating them all, even scraping the leftovers off the side of the baking pan. when kris lets himself in later that night, he finds them on the couch, yixing drawing on ahyoung's bare legs and ahyoung squealing when the marker traces over sensitive skin.
"really, you couldn't have saved any for me?" kris asks from the kitchen.
"what'd he say?" ahyoung asks, punctuating her question with a jerk of her leg as yixing draws a thick line down to her ankle.
"he said your feet stink," yixing says, and flicks the ball of ahyoung's foot.
NU'EST/BTOB, Aron/Changsub
changsub/aron, skateboarding au
changsub is the first person to put a skateboard under aaron's feet. he's fourteen at the time. aaron is twelve, new to korea, and watches from his window as changsub does tricks in the alleyway next to their building. they're sort of friends, if walking the same route to and from school makes two people friends. maybe that's why one day changsub approaches him outside of their building. you want to try?" changsub asks, pointing the edge of his board up at aaron.
from there, clumsy beginnings. aaron gets tears in his jeans, bloody scrapes across his elbows and bruises everywhere else and changsub laughs at him even as he helps bandage his cuts. aaron learns the art of aegyo from changsub, always trying to bribe street vendors for cheaper food or an extra helping.
aaron practices skating with more enthusiasm than he's ever put into piano lessons or school work. he looks forward to the aching calves and failed tricks. it doesn't take long until he's on changsub's level. changsub takes him to the skatepark when he deems aaron ready, introducing him to his other friends. eunkwang is a little scary, but nice. he's already taller than minhyuk even at thirteen, so aaron likes him the best.
changsub kisses him, two days before school starts back and changsub heads off to high school. his mouth tastes like the syrupy energy drink they'd been passing between them, the kind that aaron still can't stand after a year of living in korea. changsub's lips are puffy, soft, and it occurs to aaron that this is his first kiss, behind a half-pipe with mosquitoes biting their knees and the pungent smell of sweat on their skin. when they pull apart, after a minute of not so much kissing as resting their lips against each other, changsub knocks the brim of aaron's lakers hat and skates away. add kissing to the list of things changsub has taught him.
EXO, Kris/Tao
how about a scene where tao/somebody have an entire conversation without saying a word
when kris shows up, just after dinner time with suitcase in hand and their manager following close behind, zitao promptly hacks up a lung in excitement.
"he's sick, he's saving his voice," hyunkyun explains, shortly, pushing kris to his bedroom while zitao chugs down a cup of water. when hyunkyun leaves, zitao is waiting for kris in the kitchen, holding a dry erase board and a marker in his hand.
hi, he's written on the board. welcome home.
kris feels his heart clench, painfully tight. to deflect, he reaches out, tugging on a strand of zitao's hair. "did you get new glasses or something?" he aims for teasing, but his voice cracks a little at the end of his sentence. zitao doesn't seem to notice as he bats kris's fingers away, two spots of color on his cheeks.
zitao scrubs away his message with his hand, scribbling something down before turning to show it to kris. you look younger. kris raises an eyebrow and zitao hastily adds, i like it.
"oh," kris says, and it's his turn to blush. "thanks."
the other guys are at dinner, hyunkyun had told him before he left. it's just the two of them, standing there with just the light from above the stove on. there's something intimate about the way that zitao is staring at him, half-smile on his lips, as though he's taking in all the parts of kris that he missed. for the first time kris feels the true weight of his absence. he swallows thickly.
zitao lets kris take the board from him, watching as kris scrawls something out, and when kris turns the board back to him, zitao just laughs.
i missed you.