5 Drabbles
Title: 5 drabbles
Pairing: Various Pairings
Summary: Short drabbles that were inspired by the music I was listening to at the moment.
A/N: For Maxi ( kpoppin) I LOVE YOU FOR MAKING ME THE AWESOME JUNG HEECHUL BANNER. -points up- 8D Isn’t it amazing? And she did it like right after I asked her. Super FAST skills right there!
**I don’t think any of these have plots or meaningful things. I just wrote them as they came and ended as I… ran out of ideas >_____________>;;;;;;;; Anywho, hope you enjoy.
Colors~Melody&Harmony (DBSK)
“You seem overly happy today.” Sungmin comments, albeit suspiciously. “Who died?”
Kyuhyun makes a face and tackles the elder to the ground, the soft long grass tickling their bodies and faces as a warm breeze rolls by. They stay like that for a while, hidden in the field, while their picnic blanket and lunch is momentarily forgotten - enjoying each other’s warmth as well as that of the suns’.
“Is it a crime that I’m happy?” Kyuhyun whispers, hand combing through Sungmin’s soft hair. Always, the scent of lavender and vanilla follows the male like glue. Drowning in the sensations of having Sungmin’s body curled around his as his nose is buried in the elder’s locks, Kyuhyun wishes for time to stop.
Because nothing could get any better then this.
“Something on your mind?” Sungmin asks, words muffled by Kyuhyun’s chest. He lets a smile spread on his lips as he feels Kyuhyun against him - body thrumming with an excited heart, chest rising with each breath, and hands caressing his hair and back.
Kyuhyun tips Sungmin’s chin up to face his smiling eyes before an actual smile reaches his full lips. “Just thinking how everything feels so perfect right now.” He chuckles, sharing a loving gaze before leaning over and molding his lips to the awaiting ones.
“You know what else would be perfect?” Sungmin says, breaking away slowly and trailing his nose down Kyuhyun’s sharp jawline.
A grin. “What?”
“Filling up our empty bellies. I didn’t slave over a hot stove at five in the morning for nothing. Come on, up you get.” Sungmin says, hastily pulling Kyuhyun to his feet and leading him down the grassy hill - hands loosely, yet affectionately, entwined.
“Mood killer.” Kyuhyun mutters, cheeks puffing out in dislike but still obeying nonetheless.
Sungmin smiles brightly, brighter then the sun in Kyuhyun’s eyes. “You’ll be thanking me that I dragged you down to eat. You’re going to love my pumpkin pies.”
Kyuhyun chuckles and takes one long stride to be side-by-side with his lover. “Don’t I always?”
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Rescue (KATTUN)
Drowning…Falling…
A body heavy like lead, yet floating like a feather on ice black water. It moves, squirms, trying to escape the unseen clutches of the devil. A silent scream that can’t be heard but is able to resound through the vast, unending ocean of black water.
I scream. I thrash. To no gain. It’s all in vain.
Limbs bound by thick strong ropes, but I look and see nothing; only air is tying me down. Confused and scared by the illusions of my surroundings, I panic. Blood rushes past my ears as my heart drums in my ribs. Tears spring behind my lids, but nothing falls. A cry wells up in my throat, but nothing comes.
My body shakes as a chill runs down it. Hands; they cover my eyes, blinding me from the already dark shadowy room. Suddenly, all too suddenly, I feel something ripping me; from the inside out, from the outside in.
All I can do is imagine my scream in my mind, and let it echo fruitlessly…
“Wake up! Damn it Ryeowook, wake up!”
Eyes flutter open, sweat rolling down the forehead to the chin as the breathing calms from the haggard gasps to shallow sobs. “H-hyung?” Ryeowook calls blindly, eyes dilated, as he looks around the room frantically; acting like a madman - a blind man.
“Ryeowook. Look at me.” Yesung practically growls. “Right here, in front of you.” He grabs one of Ryeowook’s searching hands and places it against his warm cheek. The elder male holds it there until Ryeowook stops moving his head and eyes frantically and finally focuses on Yesung; his cold hand warming against Yesung’s warm cheek.
“Do you see me?” Yesung whispers, his own eyes wide with fear. He lets out a breath when Ryeowook nods and traces Yesung’s face with shaky hands. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I’ve been calling your name for the past twenty-minutes, I didn’t know what to do.” Yesung mumbles, head bowed and letting his shoulders rise and fall with each calm breath.
Ryeowook manages to sit up and place the elders head on his lap, his own breath quieting as he brushes his sweat drenched hair out of his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, although he didn’t know why he was sorry, it felt like the right thing to say; especially to such a caring, loving hyung.
“Must have been some nightmare.” Yesung says after a moment of silence, he looks up and links his and Ryeowook’s hands. “You going to be okay?”
The younger male hesitates. While he didn’t want to burden the other, he knew he couldn’t, wouldn’t, fall asleep unless Yesung was next to him; watching out for him even when he’s sleeping.
Yesung sees the indecision. He combs Ryeowook’s hair and leaves a gentle kiss on his forehead. He makes Ryeowook move over, closer towards the wall, and slides under the warm covers. Silently pushing Ryeowook back down, he wraps secure arms around the smaller male and pulls him close.
“Good night.” He whispers, breath ghosting over Ryeowook’s sensitive ear, as his hand lightly pats Ryeowook’s hip. “Sweet dreams.”
Cautiously, Ryeowook’s closes his eyes, the gentle warm voice of Yesung letting him able to drift off to another sleep. This time; happier and warmer. The feeling of security and love filling him and letting him smile.
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Ai Nante (NewS)
What’s love
Is only you
Always demanding too much
What’s love
Without you there is no meaning
Without you I can’t live
“Hyukjae… do you love me?”
Blinking in surprise, one for the serious tone Donghae used, and two for calling him his actual name, Eunhyuk puts down the game in his hand and scoots closer to the other male.
“Why do you ask me that?” Eunhyuk inquires, frowning at the insecure state Donghae is in. He pouts when Donghae pushes him away when he tries to hug him.
“You didn’t answer my question, do you love me?” Donghae asks again, eyes tearing and impossibly wide.
Eunhyuk never was a guy who expressed his true feelings. Especially to the person he truly loves. So, while to others it was a simple question, to him, it was like the end of the world.
“Of course I do! Why wouldn’t I?” He tries to make every word matter and earnest, which they did. “I love you, why do you ask me such a thing?” Eunhyuk manages to wrap comforting arms around Donghae, who buries his head against his shoulder.
Eunhyuk then notices paper lying around Donghae, and his iPod beside him and still playing. “Are you okay, Hae?”
Donghae nods, to Eunhyuk’s surprise. “Then what’s wrong? Why are you suddenly asking me if I love you?”
“B-because of this!” Donghae finally whispers, eyes teary and looking up at Eunhyuk through wet lashes. He points to the writing on a piece of paper that was lying beside him. Eunhyuk gently takes it, but not before kissing Donghae’s hand and holding it in his.
After a moment of silence, Eunhyuk raises an eyebrow. “Are these…Japanese lyrics?” He frowns when Donghae nods. “What are you doing with Japanese lyrics?”
Donghae sniffs and pouts. “I stole Sungmin hyung’s iPod and was listening to it. This one song is so pretty, so I searched the lyrics and… and they were so heartbreakingly beautiful!”
Utterly confused, Eunhyuk reads the translations of the lyrics. “Oh…” He says, looking at Donghae. “Did this make you think…?”
Donghae nods and snuggles into Eunhyuk. “This song felt like it was telling me how my affections to you were. Because it was you I kept imagining every time I listened to this.” He begins to sing a part from the song, albeit in broken Japanese.
Asa no hizashi ni kimi no negao to
Tereta egao de ureshiku nareru kara
Sonna hibi wo kanjitai yo eien ni
(In the morning sunlight
Seeing your sleeping face and your shy smile
Gives me hapiness
That’s the love I believe in
For eternity)
“What did that mean?” Eunhyuk murmurs, caressing Donghae’s arms gently. He smiles when a small smile spreads across Donghae’s lips.
“That’s for me to keep a secret, and you to find out by yourself.” Donghae states brightly, landing a small kiss on the corner of Eunhyuk’s lips.
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Rising Sun (DBSK)
The club speaker blast against the walls of the dark, flashy room. Bodies sway to their own beats, as the pulse of the music resounds through the building. Disorienting lights light up the room, the colors landing on the different bodies in the room and creating an illusion.
A young man; handsome, tall and dressed to kill, stands alone at the side. Apart from the party, but still someone involved. Nobody notices him, all lost in their own fantasy worlds for the night. Except… for one person.
“Bored of the party already?” A smooth voice says, the owner sliding next to the silent male. “Haven’t even gone out to dance I see.”
The quiet male doesn’t give interest nor acknowledgement of the others presence, he simply slides a hand into his pant pockets and continues to lean against the wall, eyes scanning the dark room for apparent nothingness.
“Kim Heechul, you?” If anything, he wasn’t the one to back down easily. In the book of Heechul, it was either you win, or win. Never back down on a challenge.
Silence.
Just because you don’t talk, doesn’t mean you don’t know how. Heechul grumbles, eyes flashing with warning. But just as he thinks he has to pry some words out of the man, a soothing calm voice speaks.
“Hankyung.” Came the simple response.
A response is better then nothing. Heechul smirks, his all too infamous smile, as he quickly grabs Hankyung hand; warm and comfortable.
“Care to dance with me?” Heechul asks, rather demands, as he pulls Hankyung off the wall.
Instead of resisting, like how Heechul had thought, Hankyung follows obeidiently and silently, making him look like a show dog; all pose and attitude on the outside, but on the inside, obedient and loyal.
What a unique guy…I like him.
And when Heechul likes something, or someone, he tends to keep them for a while…
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Miracle Rearranged Ver. (SJ)
“Jungsoo, what are you doing?”
Remote control in one hand, and a box of tissues at his feet, the leader of the infamous group turns around slowly, face illuminated by the television he was seated so close to.
“N-nothing. I-I was just watching some things. You can go back to bed, Youngwoon.” Leeteuk mumbles, sniffing lightly.
Rolling his eyes and sighing, Kangin walks over towards the elder and sits down next to him. He looks towards the paused screen of the tv and just stares.
“Is that… Siwon?” He asks, incredulously. It was a paused clip, of the famous gentleman Siwon dancing to Miracle… and at the most horrible screen capture. “Could you wait five minutes? I want to get a picture of this.” Kangin chuckles, eyes gleaming with amusement.
Leeteuk manages a small smile and quickly presses play. But Kangin doesn’t miss the hint of lonliness and grief in those brown eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Kangin asks, attention all on the leader instead of the 12 members performing happily on the screen.
Leeteuk hesitates, a leader was suppose to resolve the problems himself, not burden other members with it. But this was Kangin… a man he knew for most of his life and trusted. He sighs and leans against his knees.
“Don’t you wish… to go back? Back when we were singing happy bright songs. Back to when we didn’t have so many controversies?” Leeteuk whispers, grinning slightly as he watches the tv and his members, who were like his kids, perform so freely.
Getting a pang of guilt, Kangin clears his throat and turns towards the tv as well. “I want it too.” He starts quietly. “To go back and wish none of this was happening, to us and to our SM friends.” He looks towards Leeteuk and hands a tissue to the crying leader. “But to be able to face all our problems and live in the present, means that we are living. And conquering our fears and threats.”
He smiles and pats Leeteuk’s back soothingly. “We’re all a team Jungsoo. You’re not the only one who has to take all the burden, we’ll always have your back so it’s okay to fall once in a while. Because we’ll be here to catch you.”
A small smile is seen through the flowing tears. “I’ve raised you well.” Leeteuk states, wiping his eyes and grinning.
Kangin chuckles and slings an arm around Leeteuk’s frail shoulder, frowning slightly at how skinny their dear leader has gotten, and continues to watch the taped old performances.
“We’ll get through all of this.” He whispers encouragingly, “We just need to believe and trust each other. And we’ll do it.”
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A/N: …And I would do more, but I’m tired and in a dire need to sleep. (It’s 1:13AM right now =______=UUU) This might be the last post for the next couple of weeks, I’m sorry to say. I have many things coming up that I am dreading very much. So~ seeing as how I manage my time, I’ll update as I go J