Drabbles #2
3 Drabbles
Pairings: Various/Invisible
Rating: G/PG
Author's Note: Another attempt to motivate my muse. This time with the SuJu Random Pairing Generator. I have more, but those are unfinished and unlikely to be done (for a long while, anyways).
Eunhyuk/Ryeowook (ninja!yewook)/adventures in home-ec/363 words
Eunhyuk picks up a fork.
"Nonono, that's the salad fork. You're looking for the dinner fork," Ryeowook chides.
Eunhyuk stares at the utensils for an exceedingly long period of time. He looks up to the boy standing next to him and says, "They're... all forks."
"Yes," Ryeowook says, "But this is a salad fork. You want to get the dinner fork."
Eunhyuk blinks. Slowly, he picks up a different utensil.
"..."
Eunhyuk stares at Ryeowook, who is staring at the utensil, and then stares at it with him. "What's wrong with it?"
"... That's a spoon."
The cake was on fire.
Ryeowook stares at it for a little while before he pats Eunhyuk's back in what he supposes is a comforting way. The smoke alarm goes off.
Eunhyuk drops his head in shame.
"It's okay. Let's try something else," Wookie says solemnly, with a hand placed on Hyuk's shoulder. "Something less... life-threatening."
"Whose idea was it to let me near an oven anyways!?" Eunhyuk cries.
"You missed... a few stitches," he calmly explains, holding up the... finished product.
Eunhyuk thinks he missed quite a bit more than a few, staring at the various holes along his 'scarf.' He eyes Ryeowook in disbelief.
"It looks like a new style!" the optimistic boy offers.
"UGH! I suck at home-ec!" Eunhyuk throws up his arms in frustration and collapses on the seat behind him, face buried in his hands. "I knew I should've taken Woodshop."
Donghae suddenly pops his head into the classroom and both Ryeowook and Eunhyuk nearly jump out of their pants in a start. "HEY! GUESS WHAT!?" he yells.
"DONGHAE, YOU! DON'T DO THAT!" Eunhyuk grasped at his heart pounding out of his chest from the unexpected outburst.
"Oh, sorry. Just wanted to let you know, Yesung's in the nurse's office, so he won't be coming to dance practice today. He got his finger nearly sawed off in shop! It was amazing!" Donghae's awed expression worries Ryeowook.
"Oh, no. I better go see if he's okay," Wook says as he zips out of the room.
With a bewildered gaze, Eunhyuk declares, "... I think Home-ec is amazing."
Donghae raises a brow. "Huh?"
Kangin/Henry/do you know nothing about me?/213 words
"Hey, Henli, can you help me translate this to Chinese?"
Henry looked up to see Kangin hovering above his head. "WHAGH!"
He jumped off the couch, nearly knocking Kangin's jaw off. Missed it by a hair.
Kangin raised his arms to defend himself. "Whoa, calm down, kid. Can you translate this for me or not?" He lifted a post-it note to the younger that was still clutching at his heart.
Henry took the note warily, and a brow quirked. "Sorry, Chinese... is good--not that good, right now," he fumbled, still trying to get his heart back to a normal pace.
"... Your Korean 'not that good' right now either," Kangin said, a bit too seriously. "Even if you did come from Australia, you should have better vocabulary."
A pause. "What?"
"You're half-Korean, aren't you? You should know more Korean. Have some pride!"
Another tense pause as Henry gapes in disbelief. "Do you know nothing about me!?" cried the exasperated violinist.
Kangin stood there awkwardly. "... Yes."
After a moment, he added, "Well, I know that your Korean gets better when you're angry" and grinned. "So... are you going to help me translate?"
Kangin recieved nothing but a blank stare, then a view of Henry's backside hunched over in defeat as a reply.
Eunhyuk/Eeteuk (ninja!kangteuk/blohyuk)/why do you have so many pictures of him in your locker?/115 words
"Why do you have so many pictures of him in your locker?" asked Eunhyuk. "It's... like a shrine."
Eeteuk stared at them, his books hanging mid-shuffle. "He put them there," he replied, continuing his exchange of textbooks, "I'm too lazy to take them down."
He closed his locker and sighed. "And I could ask you the same thing." Eeteuk flipped Eunhyuk's locker open to reveal a collage of someone that looked vaguely like he could've been Eunhyuk's brother, disproved by the fact that some pictures showed said "brother" kissing Eunhyuk in very non-brotherly ways.
Eunhyuk slammed the door closed as Eeteuk leaned back with a smug expression, the brightest shade of pink gracing his cheeks.
Working on being descriptive is hard D:
Pairings: Various/Invisible
Rating: G/PG
Author's Note: Another attempt to motivate my muse. This time with the SuJu Random Pairing Generator. I have more, but those are unfinished and unlikely to be done (for a long while, anyways).
Eunhyuk/Ryeowook (ninja!yewook)/adventures in home-ec/363 words
Eunhyuk picks up a fork.
"Nonono, that's the salad fork. You're looking for the dinner fork," Ryeowook chides.
Eunhyuk stares at the utensils for an exceedingly long period of time. He looks up to the boy standing next to him and says, "They're... all forks."
"Yes," Ryeowook says, "But this is a salad fork. You want to get the dinner fork."
Eunhyuk blinks. Slowly, he picks up a different utensil.
"..."
Eunhyuk stares at Ryeowook, who is staring at the utensil, and then stares at it with him. "What's wrong with it?"
"... That's a spoon."
The cake was on fire.
Ryeowook stares at it for a little while before he pats Eunhyuk's back in what he supposes is a comforting way. The smoke alarm goes off.
Eunhyuk drops his head in shame.
"It's okay. Let's try something else," Wookie says solemnly, with a hand placed on Hyuk's shoulder. "Something less... life-threatening."
"Whose idea was it to let me near an oven anyways!?" Eunhyuk cries.
"You missed... a few stitches," he calmly explains, holding up the... finished product.
Eunhyuk thinks he missed quite a bit more than a few, staring at the various holes along his 'scarf.' He eyes Ryeowook in disbelief.
"It looks like a new style!" the optimistic boy offers.
"UGH! I suck at home-ec!" Eunhyuk throws up his arms in frustration and collapses on the seat behind him, face buried in his hands. "I knew I should've taken Woodshop."
Donghae suddenly pops his head into the classroom and both Ryeowook and Eunhyuk nearly jump out of their pants in a start. "HEY! GUESS WHAT!?" he yells.
"DONGHAE, YOU! DON'T DO THAT!" Eunhyuk grasped at his heart pounding out of his chest from the unexpected outburst.
"Oh, sorry. Just wanted to let you know, Yesung's in the nurse's office, so he won't be coming to dance practice today. He got his finger nearly sawed off in shop! It was amazing!" Donghae's awed expression worries Ryeowook.
"Oh, no. I better go see if he's okay," Wook says as he zips out of the room.
With a bewildered gaze, Eunhyuk declares, "... I think Home-ec is amazing."
Donghae raises a brow. "Huh?"
Kangin/Henry/do you know nothing about me?/213 words
"Hey, Henli, can you help me translate this to Chinese?"
Henry looked up to see Kangin hovering above his head. "WHAGH!"
He jumped off the couch, nearly knocking Kangin's jaw off. Missed it by a hair.
Kangin raised his arms to defend himself. "Whoa, calm down, kid. Can you translate this for me or not?" He lifted a post-it note to the younger that was still clutching at his heart.
Henry took the note warily, and a brow quirked. "Sorry, Chinese... is good--not that good, right now," he fumbled, still trying to get his heart back to a normal pace.
"... Your Korean 'not that good' right now either," Kangin said, a bit too seriously. "Even if you did come from Australia, you should have better vocabulary."
A pause. "What?"
"You're half-Korean, aren't you? You should know more Korean. Have some pride!"
Another tense pause as Henry gapes in disbelief. "Do you know nothing about me!?" cried the exasperated violinist.
Kangin stood there awkwardly. "... Yes."
After a moment, he added, "Well, I know that your Korean gets better when you're angry" and grinned. "So... are you going to help me translate?"
Kangin recieved nothing but a blank stare, then a view of Henry's backside hunched over in defeat as a reply.
Eunhyuk/Eeteuk (ninja!kangteuk/blohyuk)/why do you have so many pictures of him in your locker?/115 words
"Why do you have so many pictures of him in your locker?" asked Eunhyuk. "It's... like a shrine."
Eeteuk stared at them, his books hanging mid-shuffle. "He put them there," he replied, continuing his exchange of textbooks, "I'm too lazy to take them down."
He closed his locker and sighed. "And I could ask you the same thing." Eeteuk flipped Eunhyuk's locker open to reveal a collage of someone that looked vaguely like he could've been Eunhyuk's brother, disproved by the fact that some pictures showed said "brother" kissing Eunhyuk in very non-brotherly ways.
Eunhyuk slammed the door closed as Eeteuk leaned back with a smug expression, the brightest shade of pink gracing his cheeks.
Working on being descriptive is hard D: