sj two drabbles
title: pay by the pound
pairing/rating: bandfic, gen, pg
summary: eeteuk introduces a swear jar
“What is this?” Kyuhyun asks, puzzled, wandering in late and holding a plastic jar with a jagged hole cut into the lid.
“Ah, Kyuhyun-ah, come sit down,” Eeteuk says, and flaps his hands at him, “band meeting.” He takes the plastic container from Kyuhyun and gestures him to sit on the couch between Sungmin and Siwon, who shift slightly to the side to make room for him.
“This,” Eeteuk says loftily and with pomp and circumstance, “this is our new swear jar. You swear, you pay.”
“Who are you,” Shindong asks bluntly, “we’re grown men.”
“I don’t think it’s such a great idea,” Kangin mumbles, trailing off at Eeteuk’s hurt look.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Siwon says loyally, “it’s important to be polite and civil in one’s home.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Heechul says, and drops a single penny in the jar. There’s a slight pause.
“Pay per swear,” Eeteuk amends.
title: strong enough
pairing/rating: hankyung/heechul, pg
summary: heechul tests hankyung, fluff
Hankyung bolts upright at Heechul’s first scream, falls out of bed at the second, and by the time Heechul’s started on the third, he’s kicked the sheets away and skidded into the other room, panting. Heechul’s standing facing the door, tapping his foot and looking irritated. At Hankyung’s entrance he clicks the stopwatch in his hand and glares. Donghae leans around him and flashes Hankyung two thumbs up and a grin.
“It took you thirty seconds to get here,” Heechul says dangerously, and Hankyung gapes at him through sleep heavy eyes and from beneath his cowlicks.
“It’s two thirty in the morning,” he replies, tone verging on hysteric, “we have to be up in three hours. What is wrong with you?” Heechul sniffs at him.
“Thirty seconds,” he scoffs in disgust, and Donghae nods somberly behind him, hiding a smile.
“You’ll have to do better than that, hyung,” he says, and Hankyung narrows his eyes.
“You,” he says, reaching out and yanking Heechul closer by the sleeve, not so gently, “you are coming with me. You,” he adds, pointing at Donghae, “I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” Donghae grins at him, unapologetic.
“Unhand me,” Heechul shrieks in his best impersonation of a character on television.
“Shut up,” Hankyung says, and slides their hands together as they walk back to their bed.
pairing/rating: bandfic, gen, pg
summary: eeteuk introduces a swear jar
“What is this?” Kyuhyun asks, puzzled, wandering in late and holding a plastic jar with a jagged hole cut into the lid.
“Ah, Kyuhyun-ah, come sit down,” Eeteuk says, and flaps his hands at him, “band meeting.” He takes the plastic container from Kyuhyun and gestures him to sit on the couch between Sungmin and Siwon, who shift slightly to the side to make room for him.
“This,” Eeteuk says loftily and with pomp and circumstance, “this is our new swear jar. You swear, you pay.”
“Who are you,” Shindong asks bluntly, “we’re grown men.”
“I don’t think it’s such a great idea,” Kangin mumbles, trailing off at Eeteuk’s hurt look.
“I think it’s a great idea,” Siwon says loyally, “it’s important to be polite and civil in one’s home.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Heechul says, and drops a single penny in the jar. There’s a slight pause.
“Pay per swear,” Eeteuk amends.
title: strong enough
pairing/rating: hankyung/heechul, pg
summary: heechul tests hankyung, fluff
Hankyung bolts upright at Heechul’s first scream, falls out of bed at the second, and by the time Heechul’s started on the third, he’s kicked the sheets away and skidded into the other room, panting. Heechul’s standing facing the door, tapping his foot and looking irritated. At Hankyung’s entrance he clicks the stopwatch in his hand and glares. Donghae leans around him and flashes Hankyung two thumbs up and a grin.
“It took you thirty seconds to get here,” Heechul says dangerously, and Hankyung gapes at him through sleep heavy eyes and from beneath his cowlicks.
“It’s two thirty in the morning,” he replies, tone verging on hysteric, “we have to be up in three hours. What is wrong with you?” Heechul sniffs at him.
“Thirty seconds,” he scoffs in disgust, and Donghae nods somberly behind him, hiding a smile.
“You’ll have to do better than that, hyung,” he says, and Hankyung narrows his eyes.
“You,” he says, reaching out and yanking Heechul closer by the sleeve, not so gently, “you are coming with me. You,” he adds, pointing at Donghae, “I’ll deal with you tomorrow.” Donghae grins at him, unapologetic.
“Unhand me,” Heechul shrieks in his best impersonation of a character on television.
“Shut up,” Hankyung says, and slides their hands together as they walk back to their bed.