Drabbles
Gloves
UKISS, Eli/Kevin
Eli’s always been a bit disappointed that none of UKISS’s concepts have ever involved gloves. Not because he thinks his own hands look particularly good but because of Kevin’s hands. He’d always noticed Kevin’s hands, even back when he wasn’t head over heels for his bandmate. Long tapered fingers, with a broad palm and a surprisingly slim wrist. They were always elegant, whether gripping something or just laying there. Eli loved tangling their finger together, studying how they intertwined. Kevin smiled and called him a romantic sap most of the time but he did it anyways.
Kevin does wear gloves sometimes. Of course it happens often in the winter but the gloves are mostly bulky, intended to keep those long fingers warm. There is one pair however, that feature often in Eli’s fantasies. They’re a simple black leather pair of gloves but they seem to fit Kevin’s hands perfectly. The black contrasts so much with the paleness of Kevin’s skin that sometimes it seems he’s made of paper.
Every time Kevin wears them, Eli can’t stop the thoughts that- Oh. Kevin’s wearing them. Right now. Oh.
Lost
Super Junior, Hankyung/Heechul
Lost.
Lost between girls and boys.
Then lost amongst trainees and hopefuls.
Then lost in the midst of bandmates.
Because as unique as Heechul is there are thirteen of them and Heechul is nothing. Kyuhyun and Yesung are the singers and Siwon’s the body and Ryeowook and Sungmin are the aegyo and Kangin’s the loud voice and Kibum’s the actor and Donghae and Eunhyuk are the dancers, and Leeteuk’s the leader and Hangkyung’s the exotic flair.
For a while, he just stays lost, doesn’t really do anything. He sings his lines, dances his parts and leaves it at that. At some point, he snarks back at Kyuhyun and now he’s the sarcastic one.
He drifts even when he has a role because there’s nothing holding him to it. He’ll do it as long as it’s fun but when it isn’t, all bets are off.
Somewhere along the way, he stops being lost. Strong hands are pulling him in, along with a soft voice with a foreign accent. It’s comforting, being able to rest. He allows Hankyung in, lets him discover all there is to him and asks for nothing in return. It's soft touches, comfort, a certainty that they'll always be there.
Hangyung leaves. Then it’s anger, sadness, betrayal, goodbyes, pain, and Heechul is lost again.
Evidence
KHR, friend!Dino/Hibari (or as friendly as Hibari’s ever going to get with someone)
Dino finds Hibari.
Stepping out of his shoes and onto the tatami, Dino pads soundlessly over to the still figure silhouetted by the moonlight. “Is there any reason you’re not at the funerals,” he inquires. Unexpectedly, he receives a response.
“They’d kill me on sight,” Hibari snorts. “Most of them think I orchestrated the attack and the few that don’t blame me for not being there. Either way, it’s apparently my fault the entire family’s been wiped out.”
Dino settles himself on the floor next to his one time pupil. “And is it your fault?”
“One does not kill one’s own family,” is the curt response.
A long silence passes before Dino breaks it. “I’m here to offer you a new one. Mine, to be precise.” A slight jolt betrays Hibari’s surprise, but then he masters himself and is implacable once more. “What could your family offer me that is greater than the freedom I have now? I am no longer bound to anyone and do not wish to be,” he sneers.
“I have not come to negotiate,” Dino returns steadily. “I’ve done the best I can in offering you this. Accept a place in my family or decline and I will leave.”
Hibari twists to look at him directly and studies him for an impossibly long moment.
“No.”
Sighing, Dino gets to his feet. “I expected as much,” he mutters under his breath. When he reaches the doorway, he is stopped by a sudden question.
“Why did you come, if you expected a no?”
Hibari is facing away, back straight, giving no indication he’d just spoken. But there isn’t anyone else around after all.
“You tend to defy my expectations most of the time,” Dino admits, with a tired smile. “I was hoping you’d do it one last time.”
He stretches his hand out to the doorknob but a tonfa embeds itself in the wooden door, not half an inch above his hand. Looking back, he sees Hibari on his feet, the beginnings of a smile playing around his lips. “A good boss would wait for others,” Hibari remarks.
A/N: That was one hell of a writer’s block… Working out of it bit by bit. Also, I haven’t written anything now Sooseop for a very long time now, so I thought I’ve give some other pairings a try. I don’t necessarily ship everything I’ve just written but I certainly don’t dislike these pairings either. There may be a few more of this type of dump before an actual fic. Meeses, I expect you’ll enjoy the first one.