sj drabble dump 1/2
Three drabbles from a batch of requests I've been working on. Another three for ky_rin, eter00, and liederkreis will follow... eventually.
title: we can share it like the last slice
fandom: super junior
rating: pg
pairing: sungmin/zhou mi
summary: sungmin and zhou mi together, up to the present
a/n: for ky_rin
Sungmin doesn’t fall in love at first sight. Zhou Mi is tall and kind of awkward and okay Sungmin has already befriended one Chinese Korean idol and he’s not even going to China so he just doesn’t really care, not at that moment of meeting.
Later he spends more time with them and he teaches Henry a few chords on the guitar in exchange for help with his English pronunciation for the next song he’s picked out as his solo. Zhou Mi teaches him how to say thank you for coming for Chinese fanmeets and then a few interesting curse words just for fun.
Things fall apart break down and build back up again. Life goes on.
Zhou Mi presses his fingers, long and thin and cool, with strong nails that shine from clear protective polish, against Sungmin’s lips, flattening them out to better form one of the many tones that frustrate Sungmin and make the reporters look confused when he tries to talk. He has new appreciation for the number of songs Zhou Mi and Henry have sung in Korean.
The weirdest thing about Zhou Mi is the complete lack of grudge he holds against Sungmin and Eunhyuk. Henry doesn’t hold a grudge, exactly, but he teases and laughs and gives them a hard time, in between being completely happy that he’s back in a place where most people are screaming his name without anger or disgust. But Zhou Mi seems apologetic to Sungmin that he’s in a country where he needs someone to help him find hair products, and even takes Sungmin shopping to all the hole in the wall places and haggles for him.
Sungmin thinks that when they get back to Korea he will return the favour.
“Why don’t you spend as much time with Eunhyuk?” Sungmin finally asks, and Zhou Mi slides his eyes over to where Eunhyuk is mumbling his rap over and over again.
“He’s hopeless,” Zhou Mi whispers, and then immediately looks contrite.
“What?” Eunhyuk calls over to them, and Zhou Mi turns his most blinding beam of a smile his way.
“You’re doing so well!” he chirps, and Sungmin laughs. Zhou Mi looks back at him, and his eyes are warm and easy in a way Sungmin hasn’t seen before.
He likes it.
title: leviticus eighteen twenty-two
fandom: super junior
rating: pg13
pairing: yesung/siwon
summary: the flesh is weak
a/n: for remixied
“Ssh,” Yesung says, and kisses him, pushes him back against the covers and slips his fingers just under the hem of Siwon’s shirt, stroking softly, almost hesitantly. Yesung tastes sour, and bitter, the burn of cheap soda water and cheaper alcohol.
“Siwon,” Yesung breathes, and two of his fingers tangle in the drawstrings of Siwon’s pajama pants. Siwon gasps, and then hisses, muscles growing taut as he tenses. Yesung pulls back, sits on Siwon’s hips and presses his palm against the ridges of Siwon’s stomach, feels the unyielding plane of sculpted muscle. His smile is soft and Siwon is hit with an image of Yesung poking at the grains of rice in a diner salt shaker with a toothpick while Siwon steals scrambled eggs from the side of his breakfast platter.
He rocks up against Yesung with a sigh and kisses him again, dragging his tongue in broad sweeping strokes, and tries to lick the taste of liquid courage and disgust away from them both.
title: ghetto electro
fandom: super junior
rating: pg13
pairing: eunhyuk/donghae/heechul
summary: getting high high high, warnings for recreational drug use
a/n: for ky_rin
There is something beautiful about the snap of a lighter catching fire, and when they’re really quiet--which they are, pressed together in a huddle against the concrete back wall of their apartment building, dark except for the streetlamps, when they’re quiet just like that Heechul can hear the flare of the paper burning. Donghae takes a deep even breath and sighs, long and slow, smoke mixing with his breath in the cold night air.
“Hyung,” he mutters, and leans in close to Heechul, hand cupped around the tip, and Heechul takes a deep even breath, lighting his own cigarette in one easy drag. Then he twists his wrist and offers Donghae his cigarette, as Donghae trades him for the one with the smoke that smells thicker, sweeter.
“Heechul-hyung,” Eunhyuk whines, and shifts on his feet.
“Shut up gums,” Heechul says, and takes another hit before trading again.
“Donghae,” Eunhyuk says, and tugs on his sleeve. Donghae’s eyes are vague, the sharpness that Eunhyuk sees when they dance is melted and faded, and when he smiles it’s vague and shapeless.
“Hyukjae,” he says in a long exhale, and then presses Eunhyuk against the wall and kisses him. Eunhyuk squeaks, and then flails, because Donghae doesn’t taste like flavoured vitamin water and candy from the vending machine, and when Eunhyuk gasps smoke hits the back of his throat and he reels, scrabbling at the wall and coughing.
“Oops,” Donghae says, and leans on the wall, tugging Eunhyuk against his front, and this time Eunhyuk gasps because Donghae’s teeth are just right under his jaw and his fingernails are scratching lightly as he tugs down the collar of Eunhyuk’s shirt.
Heechul slips up behind Eunhyuk and he can feel the tickle of Heechul’s hair on his neck and the curve of his smile behind Eunhyuk’s ear. There is a long moment where Eunhyuk is trapped between his nerve endings sparking wherever Donghae’s mouth is on his neck and throat and the way Heechul’s long fingers have slipped under his shirt and curled around his hips before Heechul loops his arm around Eunhyuk and pulls him bodily backwards.
“Stop scarring the innocent virgin,” Heechul scolds lightly, and Eunhyuk staggers away from them both. Heechul’s teeth glint when he smiles and Donghae laughs. Eunhyuk watches his adam’s apple bob, then he jerks his eyes away and storms around to the front of the building.
Right before he turns the corner he glances back and sees Heechul flick his cigarette aside as Donghae takes a long drag and then step forward, fitting their hips together and exhaling into Heechul’s mouth as they kiss.
title: we can share it like the last slice
fandom: super junior
rating: pg
pairing: sungmin/zhou mi
summary: sungmin and zhou mi together, up to the present
a/n: for ky_rin
Sungmin doesn’t fall in love at first sight. Zhou Mi is tall and kind of awkward and okay Sungmin has already befriended one Chinese Korean idol and he’s not even going to China so he just doesn’t really care, not at that moment of meeting.
Later he spends more time with them and he teaches Henry a few chords on the guitar in exchange for help with his English pronunciation for the next song he’s picked out as his solo. Zhou Mi teaches him how to say thank you for coming for Chinese fanmeets and then a few interesting curse words just for fun.
Things fall apart break down and build back up again. Life goes on.
Zhou Mi presses his fingers, long and thin and cool, with strong nails that shine from clear protective polish, against Sungmin’s lips, flattening them out to better form one of the many tones that frustrate Sungmin and make the reporters look confused when he tries to talk. He has new appreciation for the number of songs Zhou Mi and Henry have sung in Korean.
The weirdest thing about Zhou Mi is the complete lack of grudge he holds against Sungmin and Eunhyuk. Henry doesn’t hold a grudge, exactly, but he teases and laughs and gives them a hard time, in between being completely happy that he’s back in a place where most people are screaming his name without anger or disgust. But Zhou Mi seems apologetic to Sungmin that he’s in a country where he needs someone to help him find hair products, and even takes Sungmin shopping to all the hole in the wall places and haggles for him.
Sungmin thinks that when they get back to Korea he will return the favour.
“Why don’t you spend as much time with Eunhyuk?” Sungmin finally asks, and Zhou Mi slides his eyes over to where Eunhyuk is mumbling his rap over and over again.
“He’s hopeless,” Zhou Mi whispers, and then immediately looks contrite.
“What?” Eunhyuk calls over to them, and Zhou Mi turns his most blinding beam of a smile his way.
“You’re doing so well!” he chirps, and Sungmin laughs. Zhou Mi looks back at him, and his eyes are warm and easy in a way Sungmin hasn’t seen before.
He likes it.
title: leviticus eighteen twenty-two
fandom: super junior
rating: pg13
pairing: yesung/siwon
summary: the flesh is weak
a/n: for remixied
“Ssh,” Yesung says, and kisses him, pushes him back against the covers and slips his fingers just under the hem of Siwon’s shirt, stroking softly, almost hesitantly. Yesung tastes sour, and bitter, the burn of cheap soda water and cheaper alcohol.
“Siwon,” Yesung breathes, and two of his fingers tangle in the drawstrings of Siwon’s pajama pants. Siwon gasps, and then hisses, muscles growing taut as he tenses. Yesung pulls back, sits on Siwon’s hips and presses his palm against the ridges of Siwon’s stomach, feels the unyielding plane of sculpted muscle. His smile is soft and Siwon is hit with an image of Yesung poking at the grains of rice in a diner salt shaker with a toothpick while Siwon steals scrambled eggs from the side of his breakfast platter.
He rocks up against Yesung with a sigh and kisses him again, dragging his tongue in broad sweeping strokes, and tries to lick the taste of liquid courage and disgust away from them both.
title: ghetto electro
fandom: super junior
rating: pg13
pairing: eunhyuk/donghae/heechul
summary: getting high high high, warnings for recreational drug use
a/n: for ky_rin
There is something beautiful about the snap of a lighter catching fire, and when they’re really quiet--which they are, pressed together in a huddle against the concrete back wall of their apartment building, dark except for the streetlamps, when they’re quiet just like that Heechul can hear the flare of the paper burning. Donghae takes a deep even breath and sighs, long and slow, smoke mixing with his breath in the cold night air.
“Hyung,” he mutters, and leans in close to Heechul, hand cupped around the tip, and Heechul takes a deep even breath, lighting his own cigarette in one easy drag. Then he twists his wrist and offers Donghae his cigarette, as Donghae trades him for the one with the smoke that smells thicker, sweeter.
“Heechul-hyung,” Eunhyuk whines, and shifts on his feet.
“Shut up gums,” Heechul says, and takes another hit before trading again.
“Donghae,” Eunhyuk says, and tugs on his sleeve. Donghae’s eyes are vague, the sharpness that Eunhyuk sees when they dance is melted and faded, and when he smiles it’s vague and shapeless.
“Hyukjae,” he says in a long exhale, and then presses Eunhyuk against the wall and kisses him. Eunhyuk squeaks, and then flails, because Donghae doesn’t taste like flavoured vitamin water and candy from the vending machine, and when Eunhyuk gasps smoke hits the back of his throat and he reels, scrabbling at the wall and coughing.
“Oops,” Donghae says, and leans on the wall, tugging Eunhyuk against his front, and this time Eunhyuk gasps because Donghae’s teeth are just right under his jaw and his fingernails are scratching lightly as he tugs down the collar of Eunhyuk’s shirt.
Heechul slips up behind Eunhyuk and he can feel the tickle of Heechul’s hair on his neck and the curve of his smile behind Eunhyuk’s ear. There is a long moment where Eunhyuk is trapped between his nerve endings sparking wherever Donghae’s mouth is on his neck and throat and the way Heechul’s long fingers have slipped under his shirt and curled around his hips before Heechul loops his arm around Eunhyuk and pulls him bodily backwards.
“Stop scarring the innocent virgin,” Heechul scolds lightly, and Eunhyuk staggers away from them both. Heechul’s teeth glint when he smiles and Donghae laughs. Eunhyuk watches his adam’s apple bob, then he jerks his eyes away and storms around to the front of the building.
Right before he turns the corner he glances back and sees Heechul flick his cigarette aside as Donghae takes a long drag and then step forward, fitting their hips together and exhaling into Heechul’s mouth as they kiss.