does this count as a drabble dump
a tentative first step into ikon fandom, b.i centric because i love him best
b.i/hongseok, 329 words
inspired by cookie monster couple items
There's a light on in the kitchen when Hanbin gets back to the apartment, just after six, the sun rising behind him on the walk home. Hanbin steps out of his shoes and pads past the living room in his socks with a hole in the toe, half-shouting and half-whispering, "Yah, why aren't you asleep?"
And then he stops, because it's not Jinhwan or Bobby out of bed but Hongseok. Hanbin stares at him for a second, because it's only been a week and he's still not used to Hongseok's (or Jinhyung's, or Chanwoo's) presence in their dorm. He has to remind himself that this is not an intrusion.
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep," Hongseok says. He's stirring milk into a cup of tea, wearing Cookie Monster pajama pants that drag on the ground.
"Uh, sorry, I thought you were someone else," Hanbin says, and he doesn't mean it in a rude way but it sounds harsh to his ears, without any cameras around, at 5 AM in their kitchen.
Hanbin knows, objectively, that it's not Hongseok himself that Hanbin's mad at. That Hongseok is only trying to debut like the rest of them. That none of the new three want to be the last addition to a team that's spent a collective three years training together, and that if he's going to resent Hongseok for it, he should resent Jinhyung and Chanwoo too.
He knows this, but he can't do anything to stop the slow burn of anger when he watches Hongseok struggle. Hongseok is a reminder that Hanbin didn't do enough to protect his team and Hanbin hates him for it.
It's a nagging sense of guilt that makes Hanbin say yes when Hongseok offers him a cup of tea, even if he'd rather go fall face first into his bed. The back of Hongseok's knuckles brush against his hand when he's passed a mug across the counter, and Hanbin reminds himself that Hongseok never asked for this.
b.i/olltii, 520 words
olltii had a birthday recently so naturally drunk dialing fic (the pretty boy idol thing is referencing be i.)
Hanbin's phone wakes him up in the middle of a particularly terrifying dream where he is being chased through through the halls of the MBC building by zombies. The grooves of his keyboard are imprinted on his cheek and when he checks the caller ID, Hanbin briefly considers that he might still be dreaming.
"It's my birthday," Woosung says before Hanbin can even say hello. "I am a man now."
He sounds completely, 200% hammered. Hanbin squints at phone, then his computer monitor. "Congratulations. It's four in the morning. How drunk are you?"
"It was Seongwon's idea. It tasted like shit, I don't know why I trusted him," Woosung says. In the background, Hanbin can hear someone ask, who are you talking to? and Woosung sing-songs, pretty boy idol.
It isn't like Woosung is the type to just call and chat for the hell of it. The last text message from him on Hanbin's phone is dated 77 days ago and says, sick job on born hater bro.
Hanbin rubs the imprinted spacebar on his cheek. "How does it feel to be an adult?"
"Feels fucking amazing. You could've been here if you weren't locked up in your ivory tower." Hanbin opens his mouth to protest, but then Woosung cuts him off. "Hey, Hanbin."
"Yeah?"
"You owe me a birthday kiss," Woosung says, dropping his voice down to the half-growl, half-whisper he uses on stage and Hanbin's entire body flushes red hot.
This is where he wishes he was as fast on the uptake as Bobby, because he could spend the next three days coming up with a whole album of things he could say back but none of them are coming to mind right now when he needs them. He should've let the call go to voicemail.
"Hey, are you blushing?"
But no, he is not going to back down that easy. "If you want one, come get it."
Woosung laughs, loud enough that for a panicked second Hanbin thinks it's a set-up, look at this fuckin' homo idol, but Woosung says, "Shit, I would. I would fuck you too, you know? If you were here I would take you home with me."
His voice makes a straight path from Hanbin's ear down to his dick. He hasn't gotten hard this fast since he was going through puberty. "I-"
"Hey, stop flirting and get your ass back inside," a girl in the background yells and whatever Hanbin was going to say gets swallowed back down his esophagus.
"Can you let a man live?" Woosung calls back. Then, to Hanbin, "I'm a man now."
"I heard you the first time," Hanbin says.
"Fuck you too. I'll text you." And with that, Woosung hangs up.
Hanbin looks down at the tent in his sweatpants. He really, really should've let the call go to voicemail.
(Two weeks later, Bobby finds three minutes of heavy guitar riffs and synth on their desktop titled im going to die a virgin.mp3 and laughs so hard he falls out of his chair.
Hanbin pays him $150 for his silence.)
b.i/hongseok, 329 words
inspired by cookie monster couple items
There's a light on in the kitchen when Hanbin gets back to the apartment, just after six, the sun rising behind him on the walk home. Hanbin steps out of his shoes and pads past the living room in his socks with a hole in the toe, half-shouting and half-whispering, "Yah, why aren't you asleep?"
And then he stops, because it's not Jinhwan or Bobby out of bed but Hongseok. Hanbin stares at him for a second, because it's only been a week and he's still not used to Hongseok's (or Jinhyung's, or Chanwoo's) presence in their dorm. He has to remind himself that this is not an intrusion.
"Sorry, I couldn't sleep," Hongseok says. He's stirring milk into a cup of tea, wearing Cookie Monster pajama pants that drag on the ground.
"Uh, sorry, I thought you were someone else," Hanbin says, and he doesn't mean it in a rude way but it sounds harsh to his ears, without any cameras around, at 5 AM in their kitchen.
Hanbin knows, objectively, that it's not Hongseok himself that Hanbin's mad at. That Hongseok is only trying to debut like the rest of them. That none of the new three want to be the last addition to a team that's spent a collective three years training together, and that if he's going to resent Hongseok for it, he should resent Jinhyung and Chanwoo too.
He knows this, but he can't do anything to stop the slow burn of anger when he watches Hongseok struggle. Hongseok is a reminder that Hanbin didn't do enough to protect his team and Hanbin hates him for it.
It's a nagging sense of guilt that makes Hanbin say yes when Hongseok offers him a cup of tea, even if he'd rather go fall face first into his bed. The back of Hongseok's knuckles brush against his hand when he's passed a mug across the counter, and Hanbin reminds himself that Hongseok never asked for this.
b.i/olltii, 520 words
olltii had a birthday recently so naturally drunk dialing fic (the pretty boy idol thing is referencing be i.)
Hanbin's phone wakes him up in the middle of a particularly terrifying dream where he is being chased through through the halls of the MBC building by zombies. The grooves of his keyboard are imprinted on his cheek and when he checks the caller ID, Hanbin briefly considers that he might still be dreaming.
"It's my birthday," Woosung says before Hanbin can even say hello. "I am a man now."
He sounds completely, 200% hammered. Hanbin squints at phone, then his computer monitor. "Congratulations. It's four in the morning. How drunk are you?"
"It was Seongwon's idea. It tasted like shit, I don't know why I trusted him," Woosung says. In the background, Hanbin can hear someone ask, who are you talking to? and Woosung sing-songs, pretty boy idol.
It isn't like Woosung is the type to just call and chat for the hell of it. The last text message from him on Hanbin's phone is dated 77 days ago and says, sick job on born hater bro.
Hanbin rubs the imprinted spacebar on his cheek. "How does it feel to be an adult?"
"Feels fucking amazing. You could've been here if you weren't locked up in your ivory tower." Hanbin opens his mouth to protest, but then Woosung cuts him off. "Hey, Hanbin."
"Yeah?"
"You owe me a birthday kiss," Woosung says, dropping his voice down to the half-growl, half-whisper he uses on stage and Hanbin's entire body flushes red hot.
This is where he wishes he was as fast on the uptake as Bobby, because he could spend the next three days coming up with a whole album of things he could say back but none of them are coming to mind right now when he needs them. He should've let the call go to voicemail.
"Hey, are you blushing?"
But no, he is not going to back down that easy. "If you want one, come get it."
Woosung laughs, loud enough that for a panicked second Hanbin thinks it's a set-up, look at this fuckin' homo idol, but Woosung says, "Shit, I would. I would fuck you too, you know? If you were here I would take you home with me."
His voice makes a straight path from Hanbin's ear down to his dick. He hasn't gotten hard this fast since he was going through puberty. "I-"
"Hey, stop flirting and get your ass back inside," a girl in the background yells and whatever Hanbin was going to say gets swallowed back down his esophagus.
"Can you let a man live?" Woosung calls back. Then, to Hanbin, "I'm a man now."
"I heard you the first time," Hanbin says.
"Fuck you too. I'll text you." And with that, Woosung hangs up.
Hanbin looks down at the tent in his sweatpants. He really, really should've let the call go to voicemail.
(Two weeks later, Bobby finds three minutes of heavy guitar riffs and synth on their desktop titled im going to die a virgin.mp3 and laughs so hard he falls out of his chair.
Hanbin pays him $150 for his silence.)