[Drabbles] Shiritori Drop
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Title: What A Boy Wants
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Minseok
Length: 1450w
Warnings: abo au, jongin in a skirt
Summary: Jongin wants Minseok's attention.
A shy smile teases over Jongin’s lips, kept hidden behind his hand. He feigns a yawn, stretching his other arm over his head and bending back as his tight shirt raises enough to feel cool air on his skin. When he settles, hand dropped, he glances across the lecture hall and is satisfied to see Minseok’s eyes on him.
“You’re not subtle,” Sehun informs Jongin, elbowing him from where they’re sitting side-by-side.
Jongin knocks his knee against Sehun’s fondly. “I wasn’t trying to be.” Jongin pauses for a moment. “Well, I wasn’t trying to be subtle at Minseok. Everyone else can fuck off.”
“If you weren’t taken, half the alphas in here would be on their knees in front of you right now.” Sehun scrunches his nose. “I can smell it.”
Jongin takes another peek over at Minseok and, yeah, Minseok can smell it too. There’s a promising darkness to his eyes and Jongin licks over his lips, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He can’t wait for class to be over. He has an alpha he wants to climb.
“Is there a reason you look particularly delectable today?”
It’s not uncommon for Jongin to wear dresses or skirts when he’s in the mood, but today’s ensemble is more about catching Minseok’s attention and reeling him in. His top is white and bordering on inappropriately sheer with a low cut v-neck. The skirt he has on with it is light denim and runs high on his thighs.
Minseok has him cornered, Jongin’s back to the hallway wall and a hand by Jongin’s head as if Jongin would be able to pay attention to anything or anyone other than Minseok. Jongin rests a hand on Minseok’s stomach, swallowing when he feels the shift of Minseok’s muscles beneath his fingertips when he breathes. “I woke up hard,” Jongin says softly, licking over his lips after. “Got myself off thinking about your knot.”
Minseok inhales sharply. “Do you need me to stuff you full?” Minseok croons, leaning in to whisper heatedly in Jongin’s ear. “Do you need my knot plugging my come inside you so you smell of me for weeks?”
Jongin moans softly, nodding. “Please,” he breathes, his legs spreading just enough for Minseok to smell how turned on Jongin is already. He’d tucked himself into his lacy pink panties before class, but if he gets harder, it’s going to be obvious.
“Come on, baby,” Minseok commands, sliding his arm around Jongin’s waist to pull him off the wall. “Let’s get you home so I can take care of you.”
Taking care of Jongin consists of Jongin sobbing as he comes in his panties, Minseok’s hand shoved down the back so he can plunge his fingers into Jongin’s wet, stretched hole fast and dirty. Jongin’s skirt is long discarded, his shirt rucked up to his armpits as Minseok keeps him upright against the back of his door. Everyone in the hall will be able to smell them, and Jongin knows that’s exactly what Minseok wants.
Minseok is still dressed and it’s not what Jongin wants at all. His fingers shake as he tugs at Minseok’s shirt, letting out a distressed noise when Minseok only looks at him instead of helping. Eventually, Minseok pulls away, leaving Jongin feeling empty and cold, his knees weak and cock aching because he’s come once, but Minseok’s made sure he’s hard again, still trapped in his panties.
Minseok lets Jongin strip him down. Jongin’s mouth waters at the sight of Minseok’s knot beginning to plump and he doesn’t know if he wants it in his mouth or his ass - as long as it’s inside him.
“Bed,” Minseok says.
Jongin scrambles to Minseok’s bed, climbing atop the mattress and pushing his face into the pillow. It smells so much like Minseok and his cock throbs, a low moan muffled in the pillow. Minseok doesn’t waste his time, the bed dipping as his weight settles between Jongin’s legs. His hands smooth over Jongin’s ass before he snaps the elastic on Jongin’s panties.
Jongin groans, pushing back against nothing and whining because of it. He’s too worked up to put up with Minseok’s teasing right now. He tells Minseok as much, earning an indulgent laugh and a kiss left on the base of his spine.
Minseok slides the panties down Jongin’s thighs, leaving them around Jongin’s knees. Jongin sucks in a deep, Minseok-coated breath, letting it out in a soft groan when he feels the crown of Minseok’s cock slide up the cleft of his ass and smearing the wetness already there. He’s so ready for him, so eager for Minseok to stretch him open with his thick cock.
The tip catches on Jongin’s rim, pushing just a little before Minseok pulls away. Jongin whines, wiggling his butt at Minseok. Finally, Minseok gives him what he wants. Jongin goes lax with pleasure, mouth slack and eyes squeezed shut as Minseok fills him up. Minseok rocks into him slow, but steady, a firm hand on Jongin’s hip and the other holding his cheeks open. It’s already so much, Jongin’s mind buzzing and body craving all of Minseok, all of his alpha.
Minseok’s cock drags out of him, the crown keeping Jongin held open. Minseok pauses like that and Jongin clenches around him, his fingers twisted in the sheets. When he surges forward, Jongin holds his breath, unable to think because of the white hot pleasure that races through him. Minseok fucks him hard and fast, hips smacking against Jongin’s ass and hands soothing on his sides. His growing knot slips in and out with every thrust, stretching Jongin’s rim wider and making Jongin’s toes curl in anticipation. He wants it buried inside him so much.
Minseok pulls out suddenly and Jongin gasps, taken by surprise as Minseok turns him over. Minseok tugs Jongin’s panties all the way off so he can fit himself between Jongin’s spread thighs. Jongin sees Minseok’s knot, sees how large it’s grown and fuck, he wants that in him. Minseok gives it to him, sliding in slick and fast, rocking his knot inside Jongin before leaning over him.
Jongin lifts his hips, an arm hooked around Minseok’s neck to pull him down. Minseok licks into Jongin’s open mouth, stifling his moans. His entire body feels like it’s on fire and Minseok is the cause and the cure. Jongin clings to him, encouraging him with his soft noises and desperate, eager moans of Minseok’s name.
Minseok’s knot pushes in one final time and Jongin clenches around it, wriggling against the pressure inside him that stimulates him just where he needs it. Minseok grabs Jongin’s wrists, pinning them to the bed with his weight as he grinds his knot into Jongin’s pliant body. The pleasure and friction are addicting, mounting so high and so fast that Jongin can’t contain it.
Jongin’s cock throbs twice before he’s coming over his stomach, some of it shooting up high enough to land on the shirt still wedged under his arms. His fingers curl into fists, nails digging into his palms as it pulls him under, all thoughts other than Minseok extinguished. Alpha.
“My Jongin is so good for me,” Minseok groans. “So good.”
Jongin moans in response, even as the sensitivity builds. Minseok is still moving, but it won’t be long. His knot is so large, keeping Jongin stretched open and so full that he can hardly stand it. Jongin keens, spine bending off the bed when Minseok’s knot pulses inside him. Minseok growls when he comes, his fingers wrapping tighter around Jongin’s wrists until Jongin’s fingers are tingling.
Jongin is panting, his lips dry and body thoroughly worn out. Minseok releases his wrists, fingers running around them as he asks if he’s alright. Jongin nods, his heart beating louder when Minseok raises each wrist to his mouth to press a kiss on the reddened skin. Jongin is filled with a satisfaction that can never be matched.
“Is that what you wanted?” Minseok whispers, still breathing heavily as his knot keeps shooting come into Jongin’s willing body.
“Yeah,” Jongin croaks, pleased at the ache in his throat.
“Good,” Minseok hums, shifting down to rest his weight on his forearms as his hips jerk forward a little. “I’m keeping those panties,” Minseok murmurs against Jongin’s lips. “If you come over tomorrow night, I’ll wear them for you.”
There’s a hitch in Jongin’s breathing and his cock really wants to take an interest. It’s a good thing Minseok’s fucked him out already. “I’ll be here,” he promises. The trick will be getting him to leave.
Title: Decompression
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Joonmyun
Length: 750w
Summary: Pacific Rim au
Luck is what got Kyungsoo into the Jaeger Academy.
Luck is the only reason he wasn’t booted out because of his authority issues and self-destructive, noncompliant behavior. He doesn’t even want to think about how thick his psyche folder must be, but he does know that his scheduled two visits a week didn’t do anything to break down his walls. He just got better at lying, but they know that.
None of Kyungsoo’s secrets are safe anymore, not when he had the unfortunate luck of being drift compatible with the academy golden child - Kim Joonmyun. Every time they connect, the shards of Kyungsoo’s nightmare worthy life mesh with the happy laughter and sunny scenes from Joonmyun’s past. They shouldn’t work, shouldn’t fill in the missing pieces of each other until they melt into an unstoppable force in the metal body of a jaeger. And yet they were the only candidates suitable for each other.
They graduated at the top of their class together and were assigned to the Tokyo Shatterdome, much to Kyungsoo’s delight. Japan’s weather is much more agreeable than the bone-deep chill that clings to everything in Alaska. He dislikes the cold, but Joonmyun mentions, whenever he complains, that Kyungsoo dislikes most things. He’s not entirely wrong.
Kyungsoo reminisces about warm beaches, the water lapping at his feet and the happiness that balloons in his chest at the memory. The sun is shining down and the back of his neck is too warm, but he doesn’t want to move. The waves have buried his feet and he wants to see how far he can sink. It gets to his ankles before someone comes along and drags him out, pulling him further into the water.
Kyungsoo blinks out of it, staring at the lines of cracked paint along the ceiling. That memory is one of his favorites. That memory, also, doesn’t belong to him. It’s one that he’s picked up from Joonmyun, one that he keeps for himself because Joonmyun has so many to spare. He knows Joonmyun doesn’t mind.
“Where were you?” Joonmyun hums, his chest rumbling beneath Kyungsoo’s ear. His fingers are sliding through Kyungsoo’s hair and Joonmyun’s arm is probably numb because Kyungsoo’s been using it as a pillow for over an hour. It’s always rough coming back down from a drift.
Kyungsoo pulls his gaze from the ceiling and turns so he can see Joonmyun’s face. “The beach,” he answers with a sigh. Kyungsoo reaches out and takes Joonmyun’s other hand, threading their fingers together.
“We should go there together one day,” Joonmyun suggests. “Make our own memories.”
“That’s incredibly optimistic of you,” Kyungsoo teases.
“One of us has to be,” Joonmyun hums, looking away from Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun’s not immune to Kyungsoo’s influence in his head even if Kyungsoo wishes he could keep anyone from having to endure it. There’s a guilt that lingers when he sees the usual smile on Joonmyun’s face fraying around the edges. As hard as it can be for Kyungsoo to decompress back into his own skin after a drift, it’s more difficult for Joonmyun.
Kyungsoo lifts onto his elbow, fingers against Joonmyun’s cheek to turn him back to him. They stare at one another; they don’t bother with words. Joonmyun knows what Kyungsoo is going to say and Kyungsoo knows how Joonmyun will retaliate. It’s a familiar song and dance that plays out unsaid.
When Kyungsoo dips to kiss Joonmyun, he knows Joonmyun is going to relax beneath him. He knows that Joonmyun’s fingers will slide sure and confident through Kyungsoo’s hair and pull him down. Kyungsoo slots himself between Joonmyun’s legs and he licks into Joonmyun’s mouth unhurriedly.
They have all the time in the world.
Kyungsoo listens to Joonmyun’s heavy breathing, enjoys the heat that comes from him and it’s enough to finally - finally - clear his head. The adrenaline from their battle has long since faded and the fatigue is setting in. It’s easy for Joonmyun to roll Kyungsoo, to fit on top of him as they kiss. It’s the perfect end to a long day, even if it’s nearing four in the morning.
Marshall Oh will let them sleep a few extra hours, but they’ll still be running on low reserves. And as Joonmyun presses Kyungsoo to his bed, Kyungsoo’s bed long forgotten on the other side of the room and now home to their twin piles of laundry, Kyungsoo doesn’t care about sleep. This is all he needs.
Title: Breather
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jongin/Joonmyun
Length: 1k
Warnings: vampires
Summary: a drabble set in the Day Man verse
Being together like this, out in the open with no one around save for Joonmyun at his side, leaves Jongin feeling uneasy. Exposed. Vulnerable. Logically he knows that he has nothing to fear. Not with Joonmyun. Not when the moon is high in the sky, the darkness wrapping them in her arms to keep them cloaked.
Anyone with malicious intent would be a fool to come after them. Joonmyun is the oldest, most feared vampire around and he can certainly hold his own. It’s just that Jongin is accustomed to keeping a watchful eye over Joonmyun and his territory while Joonmyun is tucked inside during the day. Jongin’s job is to protect him and even if it’s night and Joonmyun doesn’t need his protection, his instincts still rise to the surface.
Their linked hands swing lazily between them as they walk. It’s such a mundane thing to do - holding hands. Jongin doesn’t do mundane. Jongin is neck deep in an underworld that’s so much more complex than gangs and drug lords. The city around them never knows how close it comes to being ripped apart. Jongin’s seen enough violence and death to last several lifetimes and still he buckles down for the long haul instead of running away while he’s still alive.
At this time of night, Jongin is usually back at home, in his tiny apartment, either already asleep or gearing up for a heavier morning than usual. He has to stifle a yawn with the back of his hand, blinking through foggy vision as Joonmyun steers them down the sidewalk. There aren’t many people out at this time; it’s well after midnight and Joonmyun is quite at home.
Jongin lets out a sigh, unable to keep himself from looking back over his shoulder casually just to make sure. At his side, Joonmyun laughs. That same laugh has been known to send men running, but Jongin is drawn to the sound as a moth is to a flame. He wants to wrap himself in it, in Joonmyun.
Joonmyun tugs Jongin to the side, spinning Jongin before he can blink. The cool temperature of the brick behind him seeps through Jongin’s shirt, but he’s more concerned with the man in front of him. “You need to relax, Jongin,” Joonmyun laughs. “You’re not working right now.”
Jongin knows that. It’s just that he doesn’t know anything else. This job is so much more than a job. It’s a life. His entire life is dedicated to keeping Joonmyun safe.
“Stop thinking so much,” Joonmyun whispers, raising his hand to trail a finger over the rise of Jongin’s cheek.
Joonmyun is breathtaking this close. Jongin should be used to it, but the shock of staring into such beauty will never dissipate. Jongin’s not a fool; he knows what Joonmyun is capable of. He also knows that he’s slowly becoming captivated, helpless to the attraction that draws him into the arms of the vampire.
Joonmyun kisses him. His lips are cool and Jongin lets out a soft gasp, startled. Joonmyun’s lips soon warm beneath Jongin’s as Joonmyun pushes against him, hands cupping his face and sending shivers skittering down Jongin’s spine. Jongin’s mouth drops open for Joonmyun’s tongue, reaching out to slide his fingers through the soft strands of Joonmyun’s hair, tipping his head back.
“Perhaps we should head home,” Joonmyun suggests before they get carried away.
Jongin feels breathless, his head spinning, but there’s no flush in Joonmyun’s cheeks, no outward signs that he’s ruffled save for the darkness in his eyes. Joonmyun dials his driver to come pick them up without waiting for Jongin to respond.
He watches Joonmyun closely, taking in the faint tremble of his hands and the glint of his teeth when he speaks. They’re sharper, his movements jerky when he hangs up his phone and pockets it. He’s hungry.
A phantom ache pulses in Jongin’s thigh when he remembers the last time Joonmyun had fed on him. He’d nosed his way up Jongin’s calf, cupping the back of his knee to fit himself between Jongin’s spread legs. Joonmyun had gone right for the inside of Jongin’s left thigh, groaning when his teeth pierced the skin.
Jongin doesn’t let Joonmyun feed from him often; it leaves him weak for a few days and he can’t afford to be weak when there are threats everywhere. He trusts his crew, but none of them are as seasoned as Jongin. Still, if Joonmyun needs to feed . . .
It isn’t often that Jongin crowds against Joonmyun on his own, his palm skating around Joonmyun’s lower back to rest on his side. Joonmyun glances up at him curiously, head tilted and the reflection of the moon caught in his eyes. “I have some vacation time,” Jongin opens, fingers tapping along Joonmyun’s side. “I’ll have to check with my boss first,” he teases. “But if he says yes, I’ll stick around the rest of the night so you don’t have to hunt.”
Joonmyun is smiling when he holds Jongin closer, standing on his toes. “Maybe I can pull a few strings with the boss,” he offers.
“I don’t know,” Jongin sighs, “he’s kind of a hardass.”
Joonmyun scrunches his nose and pulls back. “I am not!”
Jongin laughs, arm tightening around Joonmyun’s waist to tuck him close again. The car pulls up, headlights flooding the small alley. The pair climb inside, relaxing into the expensive seats as the driver takes them back to Joonmyun’s place. Jongin makes a mental note to text his team and let them know he’s going to be out. Safety first.
Joonmyun takes Jongin’s hand again, his thumb sliding smooth over the ridges of Jongin’s knuckles. When Joonmyun smiles at him, Jongin can’t help but smile back, knowing that he’s safest in the arms of the most dangerous creature in the city. And it’s going to be a long night.
Title: What A Boy Wants
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jongin/Minseok
Length: 1450w
Warnings: abo au, jongin in a skirt
Summary: Jongin wants Minseok's attention.
A shy smile teases over Jongin’s lips, kept hidden behind his hand. He feigns a yawn, stretching his other arm over his head and bending back as his tight shirt raises enough to feel cool air on his skin. When he settles, hand dropped, he glances across the lecture hall and is satisfied to see Minseok’s eyes on him.
“You’re not subtle,” Sehun informs Jongin, elbowing him from where they’re sitting side-by-side.
Jongin knocks his knee against Sehun’s fondly. “I wasn’t trying to be.” Jongin pauses for a moment. “Well, I wasn’t trying to be subtle at Minseok. Everyone else can fuck off.”
“If you weren’t taken, half the alphas in here would be on their knees in front of you right now.” Sehun scrunches his nose. “I can smell it.”
Jongin takes another peek over at Minseok and, yeah, Minseok can smell it too. There’s a promising darkness to his eyes and Jongin licks over his lips, anticipation thrumming through his veins. He can’t wait for class to be over. He has an alpha he wants to climb.
“Is there a reason you look particularly delectable today?”
It’s not uncommon for Jongin to wear dresses or skirts when he’s in the mood, but today’s ensemble is more about catching Minseok’s attention and reeling him in. His top is white and bordering on inappropriately sheer with a low cut v-neck. The skirt he has on with it is light denim and runs high on his thighs.
Minseok has him cornered, Jongin’s back to the hallway wall and a hand by Jongin’s head as if Jongin would be able to pay attention to anything or anyone other than Minseok. Jongin rests a hand on Minseok’s stomach, swallowing when he feels the shift of Minseok’s muscles beneath his fingertips when he breathes. “I woke up hard,” Jongin says softly, licking over his lips after. “Got myself off thinking about your knot.”
Minseok inhales sharply. “Do you need me to stuff you full?” Minseok croons, leaning in to whisper heatedly in Jongin’s ear. “Do you need my knot plugging my come inside you so you smell of me for weeks?”
Jongin moans softly, nodding. “Please,” he breathes, his legs spreading just enough for Minseok to smell how turned on Jongin is already. He’d tucked himself into his lacy pink panties before class, but if he gets harder, it’s going to be obvious.
“Come on, baby,” Minseok commands, sliding his arm around Jongin’s waist to pull him off the wall. “Let’s get you home so I can take care of you.”
Taking care of Jongin consists of Jongin sobbing as he comes in his panties, Minseok’s hand shoved down the back so he can plunge his fingers into Jongin’s wet, stretched hole fast and dirty. Jongin’s skirt is long discarded, his shirt rucked up to his armpits as Minseok keeps him upright against the back of his door. Everyone in the hall will be able to smell them, and Jongin knows that’s exactly what Minseok wants.
Minseok is still dressed and it’s not what Jongin wants at all. His fingers shake as he tugs at Minseok’s shirt, letting out a distressed noise when Minseok only looks at him instead of helping. Eventually, Minseok pulls away, leaving Jongin feeling empty and cold, his knees weak and cock aching because he’s come once, but Minseok’s made sure he’s hard again, still trapped in his panties.
Minseok lets Jongin strip him down. Jongin’s mouth waters at the sight of Minseok’s knot beginning to plump and he doesn’t know if he wants it in his mouth or his ass - as long as it’s inside him.
“Bed,” Minseok says.
Jongin scrambles to Minseok’s bed, climbing atop the mattress and pushing his face into the pillow. It smells so much like Minseok and his cock throbs, a low moan muffled in the pillow. Minseok doesn’t waste his time, the bed dipping as his weight settles between Jongin’s legs. His hands smooth over Jongin’s ass before he snaps the elastic on Jongin’s panties.
Jongin groans, pushing back against nothing and whining because of it. He’s too worked up to put up with Minseok’s teasing right now. He tells Minseok as much, earning an indulgent laugh and a kiss left on the base of his spine.
Minseok slides the panties down Jongin’s thighs, leaving them around Jongin’s knees. Jongin sucks in a deep, Minseok-coated breath, letting it out in a soft groan when he feels the crown of Minseok’s cock slide up the cleft of his ass and smearing the wetness already there. He’s so ready for him, so eager for Minseok to stretch him open with his thick cock.
The tip catches on Jongin’s rim, pushing just a little before Minseok pulls away. Jongin whines, wiggling his butt at Minseok. Finally, Minseok gives him what he wants. Jongin goes lax with pleasure, mouth slack and eyes squeezed shut as Minseok fills him up. Minseok rocks into him slow, but steady, a firm hand on Jongin’s hip and the other holding his cheeks open. It’s already so much, Jongin’s mind buzzing and body craving all of Minseok, all of his alpha.
Minseok’s cock drags out of him, the crown keeping Jongin held open. Minseok pauses like that and Jongin clenches around him, his fingers twisted in the sheets. When he surges forward, Jongin holds his breath, unable to think because of the white hot pleasure that races through him. Minseok fucks him hard and fast, hips smacking against Jongin’s ass and hands soothing on his sides. His growing knot slips in and out with every thrust, stretching Jongin’s rim wider and making Jongin’s toes curl in anticipation. He wants it buried inside him so much.
Minseok pulls out suddenly and Jongin gasps, taken by surprise as Minseok turns him over. Minseok tugs Jongin’s panties all the way off so he can fit himself between Jongin’s spread thighs. Jongin sees Minseok’s knot, sees how large it’s grown and fuck, he wants that in him. Minseok gives it to him, sliding in slick and fast, rocking his knot inside Jongin before leaning over him.
Jongin lifts his hips, an arm hooked around Minseok’s neck to pull him down. Minseok licks into Jongin’s open mouth, stifling his moans. His entire body feels like it’s on fire and Minseok is the cause and the cure. Jongin clings to him, encouraging him with his soft noises and desperate, eager moans of Minseok’s name.
Minseok’s knot pushes in one final time and Jongin clenches around it, wriggling against the pressure inside him that stimulates him just where he needs it. Minseok grabs Jongin’s wrists, pinning them to the bed with his weight as he grinds his knot into Jongin’s pliant body. The pleasure and friction are addicting, mounting so high and so fast that Jongin can’t contain it.
Jongin’s cock throbs twice before he’s coming over his stomach, some of it shooting up high enough to land on the shirt still wedged under his arms. His fingers curl into fists, nails digging into his palms as it pulls him under, all thoughts other than Minseok extinguished. Alpha.
“My Jongin is so good for me,” Minseok groans. “So good.”
Jongin moans in response, even as the sensitivity builds. Minseok is still moving, but it won’t be long. His knot is so large, keeping Jongin stretched open and so full that he can hardly stand it. Jongin keens, spine bending off the bed when Minseok’s knot pulses inside him. Minseok growls when he comes, his fingers wrapping tighter around Jongin’s wrists until Jongin’s fingers are tingling.
Jongin is panting, his lips dry and body thoroughly worn out. Minseok releases his wrists, fingers running around them as he asks if he’s alright. Jongin nods, his heart beating louder when Minseok raises each wrist to his mouth to press a kiss on the reddened skin. Jongin is filled with a satisfaction that can never be matched.
“Is that what you wanted?” Minseok whispers, still breathing heavily as his knot keeps shooting come into Jongin’s willing body.
“Yeah,” Jongin croaks, pleased at the ache in his throat.
“Good,” Minseok hums, shifting down to rest his weight on his forearms as his hips jerk forward a little. “I’m keeping those panties,” Minseok murmurs against Jongin’s lips. “If you come over tomorrow night, I’ll wear them for you.”
There’s a hitch in Jongin’s breathing and his cock really wants to take an interest. It’s a good thing Minseok’s fucked him out already. “I’ll be here,” he promises. The trick will be getting him to leave.
Title: Decompression
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kyungsoo/Joonmyun
Length: 750w
Summary: Pacific Rim au
Luck is what got Kyungsoo into the Jaeger Academy.
Luck is the only reason he wasn’t booted out because of his authority issues and self-destructive, noncompliant behavior. He doesn’t even want to think about how thick his psyche folder must be, but he does know that his scheduled two visits a week didn’t do anything to break down his walls. He just got better at lying, but they know that.
None of Kyungsoo’s secrets are safe anymore, not when he had the unfortunate luck of being drift compatible with the academy golden child - Kim Joonmyun. Every time they connect, the shards of Kyungsoo’s nightmare worthy life mesh with the happy laughter and sunny scenes from Joonmyun’s past. They shouldn’t work, shouldn’t fill in the missing pieces of each other until they melt into an unstoppable force in the metal body of a jaeger. And yet they were the only candidates suitable for each other.
They graduated at the top of their class together and were assigned to the Tokyo Shatterdome, much to Kyungsoo’s delight. Japan’s weather is much more agreeable than the bone-deep chill that clings to everything in Alaska. He dislikes the cold, but Joonmyun mentions, whenever he complains, that Kyungsoo dislikes most things. He’s not entirely wrong.
Kyungsoo reminisces about warm beaches, the water lapping at his feet and the happiness that balloons in his chest at the memory. The sun is shining down and the back of his neck is too warm, but he doesn’t want to move. The waves have buried his feet and he wants to see how far he can sink. It gets to his ankles before someone comes along and drags him out, pulling him further into the water.
Kyungsoo blinks out of it, staring at the lines of cracked paint along the ceiling. That memory is one of his favorites. That memory, also, doesn’t belong to him. It’s one that he’s picked up from Joonmyun, one that he keeps for himself because Joonmyun has so many to spare. He knows Joonmyun doesn’t mind.
“Where were you?” Joonmyun hums, his chest rumbling beneath Kyungsoo’s ear. His fingers are sliding through Kyungsoo’s hair and Joonmyun’s arm is probably numb because Kyungsoo’s been using it as a pillow for over an hour. It’s always rough coming back down from a drift.
Kyungsoo pulls his gaze from the ceiling and turns so he can see Joonmyun’s face. “The beach,” he answers with a sigh. Kyungsoo reaches out and takes Joonmyun’s other hand, threading their fingers together.
“We should go there together one day,” Joonmyun suggests. “Make our own memories.”
“That’s incredibly optimistic of you,” Kyungsoo teases.
“One of us has to be,” Joonmyun hums, looking away from Kyungsoo.
Joonmyun’s not immune to Kyungsoo’s influence in his head even if Kyungsoo wishes he could keep anyone from having to endure it. There’s a guilt that lingers when he sees the usual smile on Joonmyun’s face fraying around the edges. As hard as it can be for Kyungsoo to decompress back into his own skin after a drift, it’s more difficult for Joonmyun.
Kyungsoo lifts onto his elbow, fingers against Joonmyun’s cheek to turn him back to him. They stare at one another; they don’t bother with words. Joonmyun knows what Kyungsoo is going to say and Kyungsoo knows how Joonmyun will retaliate. It’s a familiar song and dance that plays out unsaid.
When Kyungsoo dips to kiss Joonmyun, he knows Joonmyun is going to relax beneath him. He knows that Joonmyun’s fingers will slide sure and confident through Kyungsoo’s hair and pull him down. Kyungsoo slots himself between Joonmyun’s legs and he licks into Joonmyun’s mouth unhurriedly.
They have all the time in the world.
Kyungsoo listens to Joonmyun’s heavy breathing, enjoys the heat that comes from him and it’s enough to finally - finally - clear his head. The adrenaline from their battle has long since faded and the fatigue is setting in. It’s easy for Joonmyun to roll Kyungsoo, to fit on top of him as they kiss. It’s the perfect end to a long day, even if it’s nearing four in the morning.
Marshall Oh will let them sleep a few extra hours, but they’ll still be running on low reserves. And as Joonmyun presses Kyungsoo to his bed, Kyungsoo’s bed long forgotten on the other side of the room and now home to their twin piles of laundry, Kyungsoo doesn’t care about sleep. This is all he needs.
Title: Breather
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jongin/Joonmyun
Length: 1k
Warnings: vampires
Summary: a drabble set in the Day Man verse
Being together like this, out in the open with no one around save for Joonmyun at his side, leaves Jongin feeling uneasy. Exposed. Vulnerable. Logically he knows that he has nothing to fear. Not with Joonmyun. Not when the moon is high in the sky, the darkness wrapping them in her arms to keep them cloaked.
Anyone with malicious intent would be a fool to come after them. Joonmyun is the oldest, most feared vampire around and he can certainly hold his own. It’s just that Jongin is accustomed to keeping a watchful eye over Joonmyun and his territory while Joonmyun is tucked inside during the day. Jongin’s job is to protect him and even if it’s night and Joonmyun doesn’t need his protection, his instincts still rise to the surface.
Their linked hands swing lazily between them as they walk. It’s such a mundane thing to do - holding hands. Jongin doesn’t do mundane. Jongin is neck deep in an underworld that’s so much more complex than gangs and drug lords. The city around them never knows how close it comes to being ripped apart. Jongin’s seen enough violence and death to last several lifetimes and still he buckles down for the long haul instead of running away while he’s still alive.
At this time of night, Jongin is usually back at home, in his tiny apartment, either already asleep or gearing up for a heavier morning than usual. He has to stifle a yawn with the back of his hand, blinking through foggy vision as Joonmyun steers them down the sidewalk. There aren’t many people out at this time; it’s well after midnight and Joonmyun is quite at home.
Jongin lets out a sigh, unable to keep himself from looking back over his shoulder casually just to make sure. At his side, Joonmyun laughs. That same laugh has been known to send men running, but Jongin is drawn to the sound as a moth is to a flame. He wants to wrap himself in it, in Joonmyun.
Joonmyun tugs Jongin to the side, spinning Jongin before he can blink. The cool temperature of the brick behind him seeps through Jongin’s shirt, but he’s more concerned with the man in front of him. “You need to relax, Jongin,” Joonmyun laughs. “You’re not working right now.”
Jongin knows that. It’s just that he doesn’t know anything else. This job is so much more than a job. It’s a life. His entire life is dedicated to keeping Joonmyun safe.
“Stop thinking so much,” Joonmyun whispers, raising his hand to trail a finger over the rise of Jongin’s cheek.
Joonmyun is breathtaking this close. Jongin should be used to it, but the shock of staring into such beauty will never dissipate. Jongin’s not a fool; he knows what Joonmyun is capable of. He also knows that he’s slowly becoming captivated, helpless to the attraction that draws him into the arms of the vampire.
Joonmyun kisses him. His lips are cool and Jongin lets out a soft gasp, startled. Joonmyun’s lips soon warm beneath Jongin’s as Joonmyun pushes against him, hands cupping his face and sending shivers skittering down Jongin’s spine. Jongin’s mouth drops open for Joonmyun’s tongue, reaching out to slide his fingers through the soft strands of Joonmyun’s hair, tipping his head back.
“Perhaps we should head home,” Joonmyun suggests before they get carried away.
Jongin feels breathless, his head spinning, but there’s no flush in Joonmyun’s cheeks, no outward signs that he’s ruffled save for the darkness in his eyes. Joonmyun dials his driver to come pick them up without waiting for Jongin to respond.
He watches Joonmyun closely, taking in the faint tremble of his hands and the glint of his teeth when he speaks. They’re sharper, his movements jerky when he hangs up his phone and pockets it. He’s hungry.
A phantom ache pulses in Jongin’s thigh when he remembers the last time Joonmyun had fed on him. He’d nosed his way up Jongin’s calf, cupping the back of his knee to fit himself between Jongin’s spread legs. Joonmyun had gone right for the inside of Jongin’s left thigh, groaning when his teeth pierced the skin.
Jongin doesn’t let Joonmyun feed from him often; it leaves him weak for a few days and he can’t afford to be weak when there are threats everywhere. He trusts his crew, but none of them are as seasoned as Jongin. Still, if Joonmyun needs to feed . . .
It isn’t often that Jongin crowds against Joonmyun on his own, his palm skating around Joonmyun’s lower back to rest on his side. Joonmyun glances up at him curiously, head tilted and the reflection of the moon caught in his eyes. “I have some vacation time,” Jongin opens, fingers tapping along Joonmyun’s side. “I’ll have to check with my boss first,” he teases. “But if he says yes, I’ll stick around the rest of the night so you don’t have to hunt.”
Joonmyun is smiling when he holds Jongin closer, standing on his toes. “Maybe I can pull a few strings with the boss,” he offers.
“I don’t know,” Jongin sighs, “he’s kind of a hardass.”
Joonmyun scrunches his nose and pulls back. “I am not!”
Jongin laughs, arm tightening around Joonmyun’s waist to tuck him close again. The car pulls up, headlights flooding the small alley. The pair climb inside, relaxing into the expensive seats as the driver takes them back to Joonmyun’s place. Jongin makes a mental note to text his team and let them know he’s going to be out. Safety first.
Joonmyun takes Jongin’s hand again, his thumb sliding smooth over the ridges of Jongin’s knuckles. When Joonmyun smiles at him, Jongin can’t help but smile back, knowing that he’s safest in the arms of the most dangerous creature in the city. And it’s going to be a long night.