slice of life
Title: slice of life
Pairing(s): kai/d.o., kris/suho, luhan/xiumin, baekhyun/chanyeol
Rating: soft r (at the most lol)
Warning(s): genderswitch for certain characters i.e. some name changes
Summary: in which exo is a co-ed group (au)
A/N: because after younique unit, i’ve been dying for sm to have a co-ed group. also, nick bass (briefly mentioned here) is the choreographer for growl!
parts in the co-ed!exo verse: slice of life | flight of fancy | spin me like a bottle | and all the awards
“No. Really, no.”
“Please, noona?” asks Jongin softly. Kyungsoon sighs, glancing in the mirror to look at their reflections, and her eyes meet Jongin’s earnest ones.
She flushes at how close he is, standing right behind her, but rolls her eyes. “Fine.” At her agreement, Nick claps his hands in delight, with a smirk on his face that looks marginally evil.
Oh, boy.
--
Kyungsoon looks to Sehun and Yixin on her left, and Minseon and Luhan on her right. Then she stares at Jongin in the mirror and watches how he’s learning up the choreography for the dance break of their Growl remix. He’s up in front again, which is the practice space he rightfully gets as the best dancer in the group.
The petite girl briefly wonders what she’s doing amongst her five other group mates in the studio, as the female main vocalist who’s apparently also the third best female dancer (which is utter rubbish), regrettably falling into EXO’s co-ed dance crew.
But it’s cute really, Jongin’s face with furrowed eyebrows as he bites his lip in concentration (the small beads of perspiration rolling down his neck are also, for some reason, rather attractive). She recalls how winsome he’d looked earlier on, begging her not to back out of the partner choreography which they were to be taught soon. Kyungsoon had nearly jumped out of her track pants when she saw what Nick and his assistant had prepared - a couple dance with plenty of touchy-feely moments and god, there was no way she could do lifts.
They haven’t even learnt the couple stuff yet, but just thinking about it makes Kyungsoon queasy.
So when Nick finally shows them the first eight of the partnered section in detail, Sehun’s arms move professionally around Yixin’s hips, while Luhan hugs Minseon a bit too enthusiastically and he ends up tickling her.
Jongin’s large, warm hands place themselves on Kyungsoon’s waist and, for a moment, he rests his chin on top of her head. She watches his reflection smile in a somewhat comforting manner at her, so she tries her best to smile back despite the erratic beating of her heart. And she really, really doesn’t want to mess up, but everything seems a bit too much all of a sudden.
So Kyungsoon faints.
--
“Oh my god, is she okay?” Joonyeon nearly shouts as Jongin carries a passed out Kyungsoon into their dorm, hanging his head. He mutters a quick “Sorry” to the members in the living room, although Joonyeon doesn’t know what for.
“She blacked out while doing the couple dancing,” deadpans Sehun while the remaining members file into the common area, and someone snickers from behind.
Joonyeon huffs in mild annoyance and turns her head. “Kim. Jung. Ae. You are so mean.”
Said vocalist merely giggles in response; she doesn’t mean any harm. “I think it’s quite endearing actually,” Jungae stage whispers, only raising her voice once Jongin is out of earshot. “Romeo carrying Juliet to her bedroom. How romantic!”
Minseon elbows her then, and Joonyeon nearly thanks her until the older girl says, “Well, you can’t call them Romeo and Juliet if they haven’t ‘fessed up, can you? You have to admit though, it’s beyond obvious.”
Everyone nods sagely.
“Maybe it was a bit too intense,” reasons Yixin. “I mean, there are some pretty intimate parts. And we all know how nervous Kyungsoon gets sometimes.”
“Or,” offers Sehun in a debatably helpful manner, “maybe she felt Jongin’s boner pressing into her back, and decided she was too innocent for it.”
“Okay,” Yifan cuts in quickly, just as Joonyeon pales from their youngest’s straightforwardness. “Let’s have dinner.” The tall leader ushers everyone towards the kitchen, only stopping momentarily when he feels a tug on his t-shirt sleeve.
Joonyeon looks up at him with gratefulness in her eyes, and Yifan smiles back down at her. “Thanks,” she says quietly.
“No problem,” replies Yifan, watching as she walks ahead of him to get some food. No problem at all.
--
“Duizhang, please bathe with me.”
“But I just showered. I’m just getting some water.”
“Oh. Right. Luhan-ge, would you-”
“No.”
“Minseon-noona, could-”
Zitao promptly gets whacked up the head. “What are you talking about? She’s a girl!” says Luhan incredulously. Minseon still looks kind of stunned by Zitao’s almost-question, but she apologizes politely anyway and suggests that he asks Jongin or Sehun.
“The nerve,” Luhan mutters after their resident baby leaves.
Minseon clicks her tongue. “You didn’t have to hit him though. He just needs some love.”
“Yes, but you are female. Showering together is totally out of the question.” The Chinese boy bites his lip in annoyance, tongue briefly running over his scar, and Minseon can’t help but laugh. She quickly looks around; there’s no one else in the kitchen.
“What if...” she starts, tip-toeing so that her mouth is right next to Luhan’s ear. “What if showering together involved you and me?”
The male’s breath doesn’t hitch - instead, his frown is replaced with a smirk, for he knows this game too well and he enjoys playing it with her. “Maybe I could make an exception,” Luhan reasons and turns so that his chest is nearly touching hers, but only nearly. “I already make so many exceptions for you.”
Minseon shudders at his next words, his breath hitting her cheek, hot and moist. “You’re the only one I let in my bed, you know.”
Yeah, only when there’s no one else at home, she thinks bitterly, before telling herself to snap out of it. What’s between them must remain, now that they’ve both come so far.
She quickly responds by turning her head away, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. “That hardly counts as ‘many’.”
Luhan grins this time, although he feels his face reddening at her coyness. “Well, maybe I should remind you,” he murmurs against the soft skin of her neck, “that only you can touch me. Only you can make me like this.” He guides her right hand to press against his half-hard cock, reveling in the way her breath hitches. It’s happened before, her breath hitching, but god he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of this.
He won’t ever get tired of Minseon.
But that doesn’t matter, does it? At the end of the day, no matter how much he wants her to belong to him and him alone, this is what it is. After their agreement, and all.
No strings attached.
--
“What the fuck are you doing?” Baekhyun nearly shrieks at the girl on his bed.
Chanyeon shrugs. “Jongin and Joonyeon-unni are still fussing over Kyungsoon, so I thought I’d pop by for a bit. Is this your book?” she asks, casually turning the page.
“You put that down!” says Baekhyun, throwing his towel on the floor. “Can’t you just- I don’t know, go to Jungae’s room? Go play with her and Yixin-noona and Min-”
The girl shakes her head with a smirk. “No can do, mister. Really, Baek, I never thought you’d like this sort of thing. ‘50 Shades of Grey’ in Korean?”
And that’s all it takes to set Baekhyun off. He doesn’t give a shit that Chanyeon’s a girl because she’s a beast, a devil in disguise (also his fellow prankster, but that doesn’t mean anything now), so he lunges at her, desperate to get his book back. “That is private,” he hisses, struggling as she yelps in defense, stretching her arms out so he can’t reach her hands.
“Can’t reach me, shorty,” teases Chanyeon, nearly in hysterics as she rolls around on his mattress.
“I’m taller than you-”
“Yeah, by like an inch.”
“It’s two and a half inches!”
“Well, this is compromising.” Sehun’s voice suddenly cuts through the air, and Baekhyun and Chanyeon spring apart, panting. The skinny teen enters the room and shuts the door with a blank expression - not that it’s new, or anything - and Baekhyun sighs in relief. If anyone else had walked in, who knows what they might’ve thought at the scene. Thank goodness Sehun has seen them wrestling one time too many.
“Hey Sehunnie,” Chanyeon sing-songs too sweetly. “Did you know that Baekhyun reads porn?”
The maknae plops himself down on his bed, humming in response. “Yeah, I know,” he says, but all Baekhyun thinks is Park Chanyeon will die a slow, painful death.
“I also know, noona,” Sehun continues, “about that vibrator you hide under your pillow. It’s a very nice shade of pink.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen at those words because What ?. But before he knows it, Chanyeon is cursing at Sehun’s mother and is bolting out of their room, the door slamming behind her. “You’re welcome,” says the teen with a hint of a smile, before plugging his earphones into his mp3 player.
Usually after their riffs, Baekhyun and Chanyeon would be fine by the next morning, but there’s something in Baekhyun’s mind that removes all nonchalance from his thoughts. Said nonchalance is replaced by something way more intense, something that oddly has heat pooling between his legs.
Chanyeon, his best friend, with a vibrator? Chanyeon, with her dark eyes and shoulder length hair (which Baekhyun hates to admit he’s wanted to run his fingers through before)? Chanyeon, whose long legs Baekhyun sometimes dreams of gripping as he pounds into her relentlessly, making her scream his name when she comes?
Well, fuck.
----
trip mee if yoo dare
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parts in the co-ed!exo verse: slice of life | flight of fancy | spin me like a bottle | and all the awards
A/N 2: haha i feel like jumping off of a cliff whoops
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Pairing(s): kai/d.o., kris/suho, luhan/xiumin, baekhyun/chanyeol
Rating: soft r (at the most lol)
Warning(s): genderswitch for certain characters i.e. some name changes
Summary: in which exo is a co-ed group (au)
A/N: because after younique unit, i’ve been dying for sm to have a co-ed group. also, nick bass (briefly mentioned here) is the choreographer for growl!
parts in the co-ed!exo verse: slice of life | flight of fancy | spin me like a bottle | and all the awards
“No. Really, no.”
“Please, noona?” asks Jongin softly. Kyungsoon sighs, glancing in the mirror to look at their reflections, and her eyes meet Jongin’s earnest ones.
She flushes at how close he is, standing right behind her, but rolls her eyes. “Fine.” At her agreement, Nick claps his hands in delight, with a smirk on his face that looks marginally evil.
Oh, boy.
--
Kyungsoon looks to Sehun and Yixin on her left, and Minseon and Luhan on her right. Then she stares at Jongin in the mirror and watches how he’s learning up the choreography for the dance break of their Growl remix. He’s up in front again, which is the practice space he rightfully gets as the best dancer in the group.
The petite girl briefly wonders what she’s doing amongst her five other group mates in the studio, as the female main vocalist who’s apparently also the third best female dancer (which is utter rubbish), regrettably falling into EXO’s co-ed dance crew.
But it’s cute really, Jongin’s face with furrowed eyebrows as he bites his lip in concentration (the small beads of perspiration rolling down his neck are also, for some reason, rather attractive). She recalls how winsome he’d looked earlier on, begging her not to back out of the partner choreography which they were to be taught soon. Kyungsoon had nearly jumped out of her track pants when she saw what Nick and his assistant had prepared - a couple dance with plenty of touchy-feely moments and god, there was no way she could do lifts.
They haven’t even learnt the couple stuff yet, but just thinking about it makes Kyungsoon queasy.
So when Nick finally shows them the first eight of the partnered section in detail, Sehun’s arms move professionally around Yixin’s hips, while Luhan hugs Minseon a bit too enthusiastically and he ends up tickling her.
Jongin’s large, warm hands place themselves on Kyungsoon’s waist and, for a moment, he rests his chin on top of her head. She watches his reflection smile in a somewhat comforting manner at her, so she tries her best to smile back despite the erratic beating of her heart. And she really, really doesn’t want to mess up, but everything seems a bit too much all of a sudden.
So Kyungsoon faints.
--
“Oh my god, is she okay?” Joonyeon nearly shouts as Jongin carries a passed out Kyungsoon into their dorm, hanging his head. He mutters a quick “Sorry” to the members in the living room, although Joonyeon doesn’t know what for.
“She blacked out while doing the couple dancing,” deadpans Sehun while the remaining members file into the common area, and someone snickers from behind.
Joonyeon huffs in mild annoyance and turns her head. “Kim. Jung. Ae. You are so mean.”
Said vocalist merely giggles in response; she doesn’t mean any harm. “I think it’s quite endearing actually,” Jungae stage whispers, only raising her voice once Jongin is out of earshot. “Romeo carrying Juliet to her bedroom. How romantic!”
Minseon elbows her then, and Joonyeon nearly thanks her until the older girl says, “Well, you can’t call them Romeo and Juliet if they haven’t ‘fessed up, can you? You have to admit though, it’s beyond obvious.”
Everyone nods sagely.
“Maybe it was a bit too intense,” reasons Yixin. “I mean, there are some pretty intimate parts. And we all know how nervous Kyungsoon gets sometimes.”
“Or,” offers Sehun in a debatably helpful manner, “maybe she felt Jongin’s boner pressing into her back, and decided she was too innocent for it.”
“Okay,” Yifan cuts in quickly, just as Joonyeon pales from their youngest’s straightforwardness. “Let’s have dinner.” The tall leader ushers everyone towards the kitchen, only stopping momentarily when he feels a tug on his t-shirt sleeve.
Joonyeon looks up at him with gratefulness in her eyes, and Yifan smiles back down at her. “Thanks,” she says quietly.
“No problem,” replies Yifan, watching as she walks ahead of him to get some food. No problem at all.
--
“Duizhang, please bathe with me.”
“But I just showered. I’m just getting some water.”
“Oh. Right. Luhan-ge, would you-”
“No.”
“Minseon-noona, could-”
Zitao promptly gets whacked up the head. “What are you talking about? She’s a girl!” says Luhan incredulously. Minseon still looks kind of stunned by Zitao’s almost-question, but she apologizes politely anyway and suggests that he asks Jongin or Sehun.
“The nerve,” Luhan mutters after their resident baby leaves.
Minseon clicks her tongue. “You didn’t have to hit him though. He just needs some love.”
“Yes, but you are female. Showering together is totally out of the question.” The Chinese boy bites his lip in annoyance, tongue briefly running over his scar, and Minseon can’t help but laugh. She quickly looks around; there’s no one else in the kitchen.
“What if...” she starts, tip-toeing so that her mouth is right next to Luhan’s ear. “What if showering together involved you and me?”
The male’s breath doesn’t hitch - instead, his frown is replaced with a smirk, for he knows this game too well and he enjoys playing it with her. “Maybe I could make an exception,” Luhan reasons and turns so that his chest is nearly touching hers, but only nearly. “I already make so many exceptions for you.”
Minseon shudders at his next words, his breath hitting her cheek, hot and moist. “You’re the only one I let in my bed, you know.”
Yeah, only when there’s no one else at home, she thinks bitterly, before telling herself to snap out of it. What’s between them must remain, now that they’ve both come so far.
She quickly responds by turning her head away, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. “That hardly counts as ‘many’.”
Luhan grins this time, although he feels his face reddening at her coyness. “Well, maybe I should remind you,” he murmurs against the soft skin of her neck, “that only you can touch me. Only you can make me like this.” He guides her right hand to press against his half-hard cock, reveling in the way her breath hitches. It’s happened before, her breath hitching, but god he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of this.
He won’t ever get tired of Minseon.
But that doesn’t matter, does it? At the end of the day, no matter how much he wants her to belong to him and him alone, this is what it is. After their agreement, and all.
No strings attached.
--
“What the fuck are you doing?” Baekhyun nearly shrieks at the girl on his bed.
Chanyeon shrugs. “Jongin and Joonyeon-unni are still fussing over Kyungsoon, so I thought I’d pop by for a bit. Is this your book?” she asks, casually turning the page.
“You put that down!” says Baekhyun, throwing his towel on the floor. “Can’t you just- I don’t know, go to Jungae’s room? Go play with her and Yixin-noona and Min-”
The girl shakes her head with a smirk. “No can do, mister. Really, Baek, I never thought you’d like this sort of thing. ‘50 Shades of Grey’ in Korean?”
And that’s all it takes to set Baekhyun off. He doesn’t give a shit that Chanyeon’s a girl because she’s a beast, a devil in disguise (also his fellow prankster, but that doesn’t mean anything now), so he lunges at her, desperate to get his book back. “That is private,” he hisses, struggling as she yelps in defense, stretching her arms out so he can’t reach her hands.
“Can’t reach me, shorty,” teases Chanyeon, nearly in hysterics as she rolls around on his mattress.
“I’m taller than you-”
“Yeah, by like an inch.”
“It’s two and a half inches!”
“Well, this is compromising.” Sehun’s voice suddenly cuts through the air, and Baekhyun and Chanyeon spring apart, panting. The skinny teen enters the room and shuts the door with a blank expression - not that it’s new, or anything - and Baekhyun sighs in relief. If anyone else had walked in, who knows what they might’ve thought at the scene. Thank goodness Sehun has seen them wrestling one time too many.
“Hey Sehunnie,” Chanyeon sing-songs too sweetly. “Did you know that Baekhyun reads porn?”
The maknae plops himself down on his bed, humming in response. “Yeah, I know,” he says, but all Baekhyun thinks is Park Chanyeon will die a slow, painful death.
“I also know, noona,” Sehun continues, “about that vibrator you hide under your pillow. It’s a very nice shade of pink.”
Baekhyun’s eyes widen at those words because What ?. But before he knows it, Chanyeon is cursing at Sehun’s mother and is bolting out of their room, the door slamming behind her. “You’re welcome,” says the teen with a hint of a smile, before plugging his earphones into his mp3 player.
Usually after their riffs, Baekhyun and Chanyeon would be fine by the next morning, but there’s something in Baekhyun’s mind that removes all nonchalance from his thoughts. Said nonchalance is replaced by something way more intense, something that oddly has heat pooling between his legs.
Chanyeon, his best friend, with a vibrator? Chanyeon, with her dark eyes and shoulder length hair (which Baekhyun hates to admit he’s wanted to run his fingers through before)? Chanyeon, whose long legs Baekhyun sometimes dreams of gripping as he pounds into her relentlessly, making her scream his name when she comes?
Well, fuck.
----
trip mee if yoo dare
on twitter and ask.fm
parts in the co-ed!exo verse: slice of life | flight of fancy | spin me like a bottle | and all the awards
A/N 2: haha i feel like jumping off of a cliff whoops
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