trois : : 不管你是什么样子，我都爱你。
∞ 町からの光。City Lights
→ AKB48/(SKE48): Mariko/Jurina; Fluff, PG-13, 754 words
!! no beta (please forgive my errors.)
Mariko is thankful that they didn’t have to attend to the schedules for Christmas Eve. While everybody is busy with their last minute shopping for Christmas Eve, she is just glad to be at home, relaxing in her apartment, with the company of the person she truly wants to spend it with.
She enters the living room quietly. The lights are turned off, but it was bright enough since Jurina has already pulled the curtains to the side, revealing the majestic scenery of skyscrapers with some of the lit rooms and along with the colorful Tokyo tower in the middle of it. Flakes of snow fall quietly from the sky. Jurina’s hand is against the wide glass window that separates her from such scenery.
She is so angelic, Mariko says in her head as she takes in the view in front of her: Jurina dressed in her light white night gown, drenched in the city lights that emphasize her figure, humming a Christmas carol as she continues to study the view beyond the glass.
Mariko walks towards Jurina, wrapping her arms around the younger girl as she joins in her little humming session.
Sometimes, Mariko wishes she was 10 years younger. That way, perhaps, Jurina might see her differently. Jurina might see her more as a lover, and not just any of her other seniors who want to take care of her. Of course, Mariko wants to take care of Jurina. But she wants to be more than just a senior in the younger girl’s eyes.
“Senpai?” Jurina utters, snapping Mariko out of her thoughts. Jurina looks worried, and Mariko couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for making the younger girl feel that way.
“You’re thinking too much, senpai,” Jurina says as she turns around and treads her fingers along Mariko’s face, brushing the tiny strands of hair out of the latter’s eyes. Mariko lets out a sigh of discontent.
“What’s the matter, senpai?” the younger asks, softly pushing Mariko’s head, using her palm so that the older would set her almond-colored eyes on her again.
Mariko pulls her eyebrows towards each other, tilting her head sideways, frowning. “Jurina, how many times have I told you to drop the honorific when it’s just the two of us?”
“But I can’t help it, senpai.”
“Jurina.”
“But, senpai.”
“Jurina.”
The younger girl drops her hand. Hanging her head low, she plays with the fingers as her toes rub against each other, a clear indication that she is nervous. “But I think it’s going to take me a long time before I can get used to it, senpai.”
Mariko observes how the light from outside the glass fall on Jurina’s fair skin as the latter struggles to calm herself down, trying not to be awkward. The younger girl bites her bottom lip as she turns her attention back to the cityscape beyond the glass wall of Mariko’s apartment.
Jurina lets out a loud gasp as Mariko lifts her head up with her hand.
“Jurina?”
“Yes, senpai?”
Mariko exhales another disappointed sigh. The honorific seems to bother her a lot. “Jurina, do you love me?”
“What kind of question is that, senpai?” the younger lass smiles, taking Mariko’s breath away for a few seconds.
Mariko traces the Jurina’s lower lip with her thumb. And the younger raises both of her hands, holding Mariko’s wrist gently with her delicate fingers.
“Do you love me, Jurina?” Mariko repeats.
“Yes, I do, Maririn-senpai,” Jurina answers, and Mariko swears she just saw a twinkle of light flash within Jurina’s eyes. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up, but she knows that when Jurina is sincere or determined, her eyes just magically twinkle beautifully.
Mariko drops her hand from Jurina’s chin, and the younger’s soft fingers brush lightly against the skin on her forearms. The older snakes her hand around the younger’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Can you say that you love me, without calling me ‘senpai’?” Mariko pleads, and she’s certain that her breath is ghosting against Jurina’s lips.
And Jurina gives her another sweet smile. In that moment, Mariko’s doubts about her love vanish like smoke dissipating into thin air. The younger lifts her hand, her fingers tickling the back of the older girl’s neck.
“Yes, I do love you, my dear Mariko. And you don’t need to ever doubt that. Merry Christmas,” the younger utters as she closes the small gap in between their lips, kissing her senior and lover as the lights from the city beyond the glass wall of Mariko’s apartment wash over both of them.
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∞ A Christmas Lantern
→ EXO: Chanyeol/Baekhyun (Baekhyun-centric); Mild Angst, PG-13, 526 words
!! no beta (I just wrote this a few hours ago, I’m sorry for the errors!)
Baekhyun smiles as he stands before a huge tree adorned with different kinds of Christmas ornaments: from tiny, shiny balls to flashy garlands and dancing lights. It's almost the same for any other trees in the snow-covered park, but it's still amazing how each tree is unique, bringing beauty to this silver winter wonderland.
Wow, there are lots of people in this park for this year. Aren't they supposed to be at home spending the Christmas eve with their loved ones? Baekhyun muses as he looks at the number of couples walking either side by side or hand in hand, and the children that run around the park with their parents chasing after them.
Turning his attention back to the neatly decorated tree in front of him, he grips the part of his coat near his chest. He directs his eyes slowly upward, towards a star-shaped lantern glowing against the white-dominated background. ‘I miss you,’ he whispers, creating swirls of smoke into the air. Flakes of snow fall softly on his cheeks, pricking him temporarily with the familiar coldness that they bring.
He remembers how he and his lover crafted that star-shaped lantern about a year ago, on one fine winter evening. It took them the whole night to finish it, because instead of intently getting it done, they had side activities that ended them rolling on the floor, tickling each other, kissing and cuddling by the fireplace. It was a night that Baekhyun was really fond of.
He is relieved that the lantern still looks so wonderful, perching on one of the branches of a leafless, snow-covered tree which is surrounded by Christmas lights. How he wishes that his loved one could be beside him at this moment, keeping him warm as they talk about the lantern they created, the memories that outline it, and other random things such as the snow, the trees, the other couples, the children, the families or even just how much they love each other.
Baekhyun shivers as the cold wind brushes against his face. He vividly remembers, exactly a year ago, he was also trembling lightly like this. He was so stubborn back then; he still wanted to watch the Christmas tree where their lantern was loosely dangled. His lover only finally convinced him to go home by promising to make him a cup of hot chocolate.
"I miss you," he whispers once more, hoping that his sentiments would be brought by the winter wind that would fly to where his lover is.
He temporarily snaps out of his melancholy as he feels a slight vibration inside his pocket. A smile of relief mixed with joy forms on his face as he slides his thumb across the smooth screen of his phone, answering the call.
"You'd better be inside the house, Byun Baekhyun. It's cold outside, and it's snowing."
"Merry Christmas, Park Chanyeol," he grins, trying his best to sound as cheerful as he can.
"Merry Christmas to you too, Baekhyun-ah. I miss you."
Baekhyun sighs, keeping the smile on his face, fighting away the sadness and the feeling of yearning from staying inside his heart.
"I miss you too."
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∞ Escalator
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Fluff, PG-13, 825 words
!! no beta (please forgive my errors, I made this in a rush)
Wu Yifan is not claustrophobic. Nope, he definitely isn’t. He just doesn’t like the thought of people bumping into him as he braves through the crowd, squeezing into the tight spaces as he follows his boyfriend’s lead. To where they are heading to, he doesn’t dare to ask.
A few hours ago, he was just sitting contentedly on the couch of their apartment, watching the tiny colorful lights flicker in a rhythmic fashion around their Christmas tree. Then all of a sudden, Junmyeon grabs his hand, pulls him up, slips a coat over him and tucks a scarf loosely on his neck.
“Hey, where are we going?” he asks, stumbling on his feet, as Junmyeon drags him out of the door of their apartment.
“We’re going shopping,” Junmyeon answers, a tone of excitement decorating his reply.
“At this hour?”
“I ran out of cream for the strawberry cake.”
Yifan stops. Are you kidding me, Kim Junmyeon?
”At this hour?” he repeats, making sure the tone of disbelief is evident in his voice.
“But I ran out of cream for the strawberry cake!”
“But why are you dragging me along?” Yifan asks as slips his hand into the gloves that were inside the pocket of his coat.
“Because I know you’d be bored when I’m away,” Junmyeon smiles, albeit too cutely for Yifan’s liking.
Yifan sighs. This is going to be a long crazy night, he thinks.
“Please?” Junmyeon pleads, unconsciously giving the taller boy a pout. And that is what Yifan needs to stop resisting and finally agree.
“The strawberry cake should better be delicious or else you’re gonna be punished with the cream on your - “
Junmyeon hushes him with a finger on his lips. “I know you’d rather want the latter so I’m going to do my best with the cake,” he answers, lightly chuckling, as Yifan’s cheeks turn slightly red.
They reach their destination after a few train stations. Although they have a car, Junmyeon chose to take the train. Yifan doesn’t ask questions, for tonight he just allows Junmyeon to take him where he wants to. Junmyeon can be so unpredictable. And Yifan realizes that his boyfriend’s weird antics are among the little things that Yifan loves about him. He smiles at this simple thought.
Wu Yifan is definitely not claustrophobic. He is just having difficulty breathing in this huge mall with all the people running around doing their last minute shopping. Although he is a head taller than the rest, he still doesn't like going through a huge crowd on a Christmas Eve. People from different directions are bumping into him. Some are apologizing; a few are annoyed, telling him to watch where he is going. He wonders how Junmyeon can cope with this, when he is, in fact, a bit smaller than the sea of people they're in.
Junmyeon pulls him by the hand. The younger lad is leading the way, slipping through the tiny spaces in that crowded place. He tries to quicken his pace, but being a tall guy with long legs doesn’t help in this situation.
Yifan is not afraid of the crowd. He is just trying to convince himself that he is afraid of losing Junmyeon in the sea of people ahead of him. So, he tightens his grip on Junmyeon’s hand, letting the latter lead him along the way. He smiles as a thought grows in his mind upon that moment. Somehow, with you holding my hand, I feel more secure and never lost.
As people continue to bump into him, he almost drops the shopping bags he is carrying. He shakes his head as he slips the straps of the shopping bags to his arm. Whatever happened to buying only a single can of cream, Kim Junmyeon? The smaller lad turns to him, gives him an encouraging smile, mouthing, ‘Come on!’ before pulling him to the crowded escalator.
Because the escalator itself is jam-packed, it can’t be helped that Junmyeon goes a step ahead of Yifan. And because they are heading upwards, Junmyeon is almost at the same height as the taller guy.
Yifan takes this opportunity to rest his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulders, pushing both of their entwined hands inside the pocket of the younger boy’s coat. Junmyeon tilts his head, leaning against Yifan.
“Are you tired already?” Junmyeon asks, lightly squeezing Yifan’s hand in his pocket.
“Can we go home now?” Yifan whines in a whisper. “The clock is going to hit Christmas in a few hours and I don’t want to be stuck here with all these people.”
Junmyeon chuckles, “Even if I am here with you?”
“I want to spend it solely with you,” Yifan replies, exhaustion evident in his voice.
“Alright then,” Junmyeon chuckles. He turns at an angle enough to see Yifan’s face, and then he gives him a quick peck on the lips. Yifan feels ten times better after that quick moment.
“Let’s go home and celebrate Christmas together.”
A/N:
1. I made everything in a rush, so I apologize for all the errors that you see. Please don't hesitate to point them out. The unnie whom I entrust all the beta work is away on a holiday as well. And nobody is willing to beta my multifandom fic/drabbles. ㅠㅠ
2. Special thanks for moonkissedx for helping me out with the Chinese title ♥ (I love you Crystal-nim!)
3. The ChanBaek is for kimpoi03. And no, this is NOT the ChanBaek I'm planning to give you. I just wanted to give you a little something because you are so patient with all of my works and you've been such a sweetheart. ♥
4. And the KrisHo is dedicated to someone out there who claims I owe her a fluff fic after making her read angst for two days. (You're my number 1 reader, you know? Thank you so much for sticking with me through thick and thin. For reading my works no matter what pairing and how crappy I say they are.)
5. MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone!! ^^
→ AKB48/(SKE48): Mariko/Jurina; Fluff, PG-13, 754 words
!! no beta (please forgive my errors.)
Mariko is thankful that they didn’t have to attend to the schedules for Christmas Eve. While everybody is busy with their last minute shopping for Christmas Eve, she is just glad to be at home, relaxing in her apartment, with the company of the person she truly wants to spend it with.
She enters the living room quietly. The lights are turned off, but it was bright enough since Jurina has already pulled the curtains to the side, revealing the majestic scenery of skyscrapers with some of the lit rooms and along with the colorful Tokyo tower in the middle of it. Flakes of snow fall quietly from the sky. Jurina’s hand is against the wide glass window that separates her from such scenery.
She is so angelic, Mariko says in her head as she takes in the view in front of her: Jurina dressed in her light white night gown, drenched in the city lights that emphasize her figure, humming a Christmas carol as she continues to study the view beyond the glass.
Mariko walks towards Jurina, wrapping her arms around the younger girl as she joins in her little humming session.
Sometimes, Mariko wishes she was 10 years younger. That way, perhaps, Jurina might see her differently. Jurina might see her more as a lover, and not just any of her other seniors who want to take care of her. Of course, Mariko wants to take care of Jurina. But she wants to be more than just a senior in the younger girl’s eyes.
“Senpai?” Jurina utters, snapping Mariko out of her thoughts. Jurina looks worried, and Mariko couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for making the younger girl feel that way.
“You’re thinking too much, senpai,” Jurina says as she turns around and treads her fingers along Mariko’s face, brushing the tiny strands of hair out of the latter’s eyes. Mariko lets out a sigh of discontent.
“What’s the matter, senpai?” the younger asks, softly pushing Mariko’s head, using her palm so that the older would set her almond-colored eyes on her again.
Mariko pulls her eyebrows towards each other, tilting her head sideways, frowning. “Jurina, how many times have I told you to drop the honorific when it’s just the two of us?”
“But I can’t help it, senpai.”
“Jurina.”
“But, senpai.”
“Jurina.”
The younger girl drops her hand. Hanging her head low, she plays with the fingers as her toes rub against each other, a clear indication that she is nervous. “But I think it’s going to take me a long time before I can get used to it, senpai.”
Mariko observes how the light from outside the glass fall on Jurina’s fair skin as the latter struggles to calm herself down, trying not to be awkward. The younger girl bites her bottom lip as she turns her attention back to the cityscape beyond the glass wall of Mariko’s apartment.
Jurina lets out a loud gasp as Mariko lifts her head up with her hand.
“Jurina?”
“Yes, senpai?”
Mariko exhales another disappointed sigh. The honorific seems to bother her a lot. “Jurina, do you love me?”
“What kind of question is that, senpai?” the younger lass smiles, taking Mariko’s breath away for a few seconds.
Mariko traces the Jurina’s lower lip with her thumb. And the younger raises both of her hands, holding Mariko’s wrist gently with her delicate fingers.
“Do you love me, Jurina?” Mariko repeats.
“Yes, I do, Maririn-senpai,” Jurina answers, and Mariko swears she just saw a twinkle of light flash within Jurina’s eyes. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up, but she knows that when Jurina is sincere or determined, her eyes just magically twinkle beautifully.
Mariko drops her hand from Jurina’s chin, and the younger’s soft fingers brush lightly against the skin on her forearms. The older snakes her hand around the younger’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Can you say that you love me, without calling me ‘senpai’?” Mariko pleads, and she’s certain that her breath is ghosting against Jurina’s lips.
And Jurina gives her another sweet smile. In that moment, Mariko’s doubts about her love vanish like smoke dissipating into thin air. The younger lifts her hand, her fingers tickling the back of the older girl’s neck.
“Yes, I do love you, my dear Mariko. And you don’t need to ever doubt that. Merry Christmas,” the younger utters as she closes the small gap in between their lips, kissing her senior and lover as the lights from the city beyond the glass wall of Mariko’s apartment wash over both of them.
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∞ A Christmas Lantern
→ EXO: Chanyeol/Baekhyun (Baekhyun-centric); Mild Angst, PG-13, 526 words
!! no beta (I just wrote this a few hours ago, I’m sorry for the errors!)
Baekhyun smiles as he stands before a huge tree adorned with different kinds of Christmas ornaments: from tiny, shiny balls to flashy garlands and dancing lights. It's almost the same for any other trees in the snow-covered park, but it's still amazing how each tree is unique, bringing beauty to this silver winter wonderland.
Wow, there are lots of people in this park for this year. Aren't they supposed to be at home spending the Christmas eve with their loved ones? Baekhyun muses as he looks at the number of couples walking either side by side or hand in hand, and the children that run around the park with their parents chasing after them.
Turning his attention back to the neatly decorated tree in front of him, he grips the part of his coat near his chest. He directs his eyes slowly upward, towards a star-shaped lantern glowing against the white-dominated background. ‘I miss you,’ he whispers, creating swirls of smoke into the air. Flakes of snow fall softly on his cheeks, pricking him temporarily with the familiar coldness that they bring.
He remembers how he and his lover crafted that star-shaped lantern about a year ago, on one fine winter evening. It took them the whole night to finish it, because instead of intently getting it done, they had side activities that ended them rolling on the floor, tickling each other, kissing and cuddling by the fireplace. It was a night that Baekhyun was really fond of.
He is relieved that the lantern still looks so wonderful, perching on one of the branches of a leafless, snow-covered tree which is surrounded by Christmas lights. How he wishes that his loved one could be beside him at this moment, keeping him warm as they talk about the lantern they created, the memories that outline it, and other random things such as the snow, the trees, the other couples, the children, the families or even just how much they love each other.
Baekhyun shivers as the cold wind brushes against his face. He vividly remembers, exactly a year ago, he was also trembling lightly like this. He was so stubborn back then; he still wanted to watch the Christmas tree where their lantern was loosely dangled. His lover only finally convinced him to go home by promising to make him a cup of hot chocolate.
"I miss you," he whispers once more, hoping that his sentiments would be brought by the winter wind that would fly to where his lover is.
He temporarily snaps out of his melancholy as he feels a slight vibration inside his pocket. A smile of relief mixed with joy forms on his face as he slides his thumb across the smooth screen of his phone, answering the call.
"You'd better be inside the house, Byun Baekhyun. It's cold outside, and it's snowing."
"Merry Christmas, Park Chanyeol," he grins, trying his best to sound as cheerful as he can.
"Merry Christmas to you too, Baekhyun-ah. I miss you."
Baekhyun sighs, keeping the smile on his face, fighting away the sadness and the feeling of yearning from staying inside his heart.
"I miss you too."
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∞ Escalator
→ EXO: Kris/Suho; Fluff, PG-13, 825 words
!! no beta (please forgive my errors, I made this in a rush)
Wu Yifan is not claustrophobic. Nope, he definitely isn’t. He just doesn’t like the thought of people bumping into him as he braves through the crowd, squeezing into the tight spaces as he follows his boyfriend’s lead. To where they are heading to, he doesn’t dare to ask.
A few hours ago, he was just sitting contentedly on the couch of their apartment, watching the tiny colorful lights flicker in a rhythmic fashion around their Christmas tree. Then all of a sudden, Junmyeon grabs his hand, pulls him up, slips a coat over him and tucks a scarf loosely on his neck.
“Hey, where are we going?” he asks, stumbling on his feet, as Junmyeon drags him out of the door of their apartment.
“We’re going shopping,” Junmyeon answers, a tone of excitement decorating his reply.
“At this hour?”
“I ran out of cream for the strawberry cake.”
Yifan stops. Are you kidding me, Kim Junmyeon?
”At this hour?” he repeats, making sure the tone of disbelief is evident in his voice.
“But I ran out of cream for the strawberry cake!”
“But why are you dragging me along?” Yifan asks as slips his hand into the gloves that were inside the pocket of his coat.
“Because I know you’d be bored when I’m away,” Junmyeon smiles, albeit too cutely for Yifan’s liking.
Yifan sighs. This is going to be a long crazy night, he thinks.
“Please?” Junmyeon pleads, unconsciously giving the taller boy a pout. And that is what Yifan needs to stop resisting and finally agree.
“The strawberry cake should better be delicious or else you’re gonna be punished with the cream on your - “
Junmyeon hushes him with a finger on his lips. “I know you’d rather want the latter so I’m going to do my best with the cake,” he answers, lightly chuckling, as Yifan’s cheeks turn slightly red.
They reach their destination after a few train stations. Although they have a car, Junmyeon chose to take the train. Yifan doesn’t ask questions, for tonight he just allows Junmyeon to take him where he wants to. Junmyeon can be so unpredictable. And Yifan realizes that his boyfriend’s weird antics are among the little things that Yifan loves about him. He smiles at this simple thought.
Wu Yifan is definitely not claustrophobic. He is just having difficulty breathing in this huge mall with all the people running around doing their last minute shopping. Although he is a head taller than the rest, he still doesn't like going through a huge crowd on a Christmas Eve. People from different directions are bumping into him. Some are apologizing; a few are annoyed, telling him to watch where he is going. He wonders how Junmyeon can cope with this, when he is, in fact, a bit smaller than the sea of people they're in.
Junmyeon pulls him by the hand. The younger lad is leading the way, slipping through the tiny spaces in that crowded place. He tries to quicken his pace, but being a tall guy with long legs doesn’t help in this situation.
Yifan is not afraid of the crowd. He is just trying to convince himself that he is afraid of losing Junmyeon in the sea of people ahead of him. So, he tightens his grip on Junmyeon’s hand, letting the latter lead him along the way. He smiles as a thought grows in his mind upon that moment. Somehow, with you holding my hand, I feel more secure and never lost.
As people continue to bump into him, he almost drops the shopping bags he is carrying. He shakes his head as he slips the straps of the shopping bags to his arm. Whatever happened to buying only a single can of cream, Kim Junmyeon? The smaller lad turns to him, gives him an encouraging smile, mouthing, ‘Come on!’ before pulling him to the crowded escalator.
Because the escalator itself is jam-packed, it can’t be helped that Junmyeon goes a step ahead of Yifan. And because they are heading upwards, Junmyeon is almost at the same height as the taller guy.
Yifan takes this opportunity to rest his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulders, pushing both of their entwined hands inside the pocket of the younger boy’s coat. Junmyeon tilts his head, leaning against Yifan.
“Are you tired already?” Junmyeon asks, lightly squeezing Yifan’s hand in his pocket.
“Can we go home now?” Yifan whines in a whisper. “The clock is going to hit Christmas in a few hours and I don’t want to be stuck here with all these people.”
Junmyeon chuckles, “Even if I am here with you?”
“I want to spend it solely with you,” Yifan replies, exhaustion evident in his voice.
“Alright then,” Junmyeon chuckles. He turns at an angle enough to see Yifan’s face, and then he gives him a quick peck on the lips. Yifan feels ten times better after that quick moment.
“Let’s go home and celebrate Christmas together.”
A/N:
1. I made everything in a rush, so I apologize for all the errors that you see. Please don't hesitate to point them out. The unnie whom I entrust all the beta work is away on a holiday as well. And nobody is willing to beta my multifandom fic/drabbles. ㅠㅠ
2. Special thanks for moonkissedx for helping me out with the Chinese title ♥ (I love you Crystal-nim!)
3. The ChanBaek is for kimpoi03. And no, this is NOT the ChanBaek I'm planning to give you. I just wanted to give you a little something because you are so patient with all of my works and you've been such a sweetheart. ♥
4. And the KrisHo is dedicated to someone out there who claims I owe her a fluff fic after making her read angst for two days. (You're my number 1 reader, you know? Thank you so much for sticking with me through thick and thin. For reading my works no matter what pairing and how crappy I say they are.)
5. MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone!! ^^