nighttime drabbles

Jan 17, 2014 19:54

a set of two drabbles

baby cruising love
646 w. / hurt, comfort. / chansoo / g
kyungsoo rarely cries, but when he does... / title stolen from a perfume song


chanyeol and kyungsoo sit on the bus at eleven in the evening. the bus is nearly empty and the fluorescent lights on the ceiling of the vehicle shine down on them, illuminating their tired faces. both of them face forward, looking at nothing as if in a daze. kyungsoo is slumped against chanyeol’s side, small and light. chanyeol keeps upright, acting sturdy for kyungsoo.

“are you feeling better?”

kyungsoo’s face is almost dry, but a few tears remain. he remembers this, blinking sleepily and bringing his hand, covered by the sleeve of the too-big sweatshirt (chanyeol’s) he’s wearing, up to wipe at it his cheeks, all in vain.

(it’s rare that kyungsoo cries, so of course, naturally, when chanyeol had walked into their shared room to be greeted with a quietly sobbing kyungsoo wrapped up in blankets, he’d been a little bit shocked.)

kyungsoo nods, the movement slow. hesitantly, chanyeol lifts his arm so he can place it around kyungsoo’s shoulders, pulling kyungsoo closer to him as subtly as possible.

by now, kyungsoo’s sobs have turned into occasional hiccups and deep breaths.

(when chanyeol had asked kyungsoo what was wrong, kyungsoo had refused to tell him, so he’d stayed in the room until kyungsoo was willing to look up, tears staining the bags beneath his eyes.)

chanyeol rubs the flat of kyungsoo’s arm and and looks out the window. after a moment in their shared, comfortable silence, chanyeol says, “the lights are pretty tonight, right?”

kyungsoo, too, peers out the window, teary eyes watching the slow streaks of light pass by. again, he nods. chanyeol gives him a smidgen of a smile.

(“it’s okay,” chanyeol had said. “take your time.”)

“it’s pretty,” kyungsoo mumbles, voice gravelly and low. “i like it.”

chanyeol hums in acknowledgment, eyes transfixed on the sights to be seen out of the transparency of the glass. kyungsoo is the same, staring at the blues, reds, greens, yellows as they pass by.

(kyungsoo, after a few choked out tries, had finally admitted to being ‘tired’ and ‘fed up’ with everything. he had said he was ‘stressed’ and didn’t want to feel that way anymore. chanyeol assured kyungsoo, “i understand. let’s do something. it’ll take your mind off of.. everything else.”)

the both of them blink, sleepily. their eyelids are heavy and they both know that if either of them were to close their eyes for a second too long, they would be asleep. they fight to keep their eyes open and wide, not wanting to leave the other alone.

(chanyeol had taken kyungsoo onto a bus. at first, kyungsoo had thought that they would be going somewhere, but after almost a full lap around the city, kyungsoo realized that they weren’t.)

kyungsoo reaches over and puts his palm over the cap of chanyeol’s knee. chanyeol looks over, seeming a bit worried until kyungsoo smiles at him. he returns the smile.

(“my mom used to do something like this when i would cry a lot,” chanyeol had revealed. “she would drive me around until i stopped crying, but we don’t have a car, so i thought.. this would do.”)

“i,” kyungsoo begins, his smile bashful. “never mind. thank you.”

“it’s okay,” chanyeol replies, voice soft. “don’t worry about it. it’s nothing.”

(and kyungsoo remembers feeling, in that moment, a certain type of adoration toward park chanyeol. not the park chanyeol who makes himself seem like a bumbling fool but the park chanyeol who is willing to take time out of his day to spend time with a person who is feeling down.)

“thank you.” kyungsoo repeats, leaning against chanyeol.

chanyeol smiles again.

(park chanyeol, who is willing to spend an hour or two on a noisy bus, just for a friend.)

“anytime.” chanyeol keeps smiling and looks out the window.

kyungsoo does the same.

(park chanyeol, who is patient; park chanyeol, who is kind.)

the thing about being alive (at night time with a person you like)
218 w. / general / kaibaek / g
baekhyun is always like this at night /


jongin and baekhyun sit outside, staring at the subtle flashes of city lights in the near distance. it’s freezing out and the both of them are wearing their heaviest winter coats, hands tucked into jackets and only touching through synthetic fabrics. the squeaky scrape of nylon is barely heard every time they move in the slightest.

at some point, jongin topples over, leaning down so close that his cheek presses right against baekhyun’s. there’s a moment of silence and then a beat of confusion before baekhyun asks, “are you okay?”

baekhyun’s always like this at night, when they’re alone outside and there isn’t anyone to see them - when the night blurs yellows and their skintones are the same shade of pale and the same shadows cast onto their faces. baekhyun doesn’t say anything funny. baekhyun doesn’t make any snide remarks. baekhyun is just baekhyun, shivering under a fur coat and questioning all the time.

“i’m okay,” jongin says. they both watch as his words float into the sky as a white cloud of smoke. they watch it evaporate within a few nanoseconds and jongin repeats, “i’m okay.”

baekhyun doesn’t say anything after that, instead welcoming the warmth of another body against his. he hums and acknowledges jongin. he returns to watching reds, yellows, and greens streak together.

fandom: exo, length: drabble, rating: g, genre: fluff, pairing: kai/baekhyun, genre: general, genre: hurt/comfort, pairing: chanyeol/kyungsoo, genre: character study

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