Alexander/Dongho; Soohyun/Dongho; Kibum/Eli; Soohyun/Kibum; Kiseop/KevinRating:
G to PG-13Warning:
No beta, brief mentions of sex.Summary:
Just some drabbles I wrote for exercising only, so don't expect a lot, they're very simple.Stardust
Alexander/Dongho. G. Prompt.
It’s very corny and stupid – linked gloved hands, a shared cup of hot chocolate and a vast night sky above their heads. It’s the sort of thing Alexander finds awkward and Dongho winces at, but they do it nonetheless.
There’s a quiet comment that it’s freezing out here, we should probably go back to the inn
as the first snowflakes hit the tips of their noses. Yet, none of them even moves. They keep silent, watching the surprisingly quiet outskirts of Tokyo with its dense woods and startling sounds behind the bushes.
Alexander’s jaw begins to tremble softly after he takes a sip of the chocolate and hands the cup to Dongho. He’s not very good with cold.
Dongho glances at him and inches closer, subtly leaning towards his chest. It’s an innocent move that has both of them flustered, heartbeats quickened, and it was suddenly harder to breathe.
The stars simply twinkle, the snowflakes simply pour down, both indifferent to the confusing thoughts and never-ending questions congesting both boys’ heads. The silence, only broken by the small, distant animal sounds, also seems to be inconsiderate of their audible breathing.
Dongho’s grip on the cup tightens just enough not to crush it as a hand lands on his shoulder. Both of them look around, probably to confirm there was no one around but the small crowd at the lightened inn they could spot meters away. Alexander presses his lips together in a thin line not to let out any embarrassing, squealing sounds when Dongho rests his head on his shoulder.It’s freezing out here
, one of them repeats and his voice cracks endearingly with nervousness.
Once again, they don’t move. The stars still twinkle, the snow becomes slightly thicker. It’s corny and stupid, but they don’t ever get tired of it.Rise and Shine!
“It’s precisely five thirty six AM,” his whimper is muffled by the pillow onto which his mouth is sloppily pressed. “What is your problem.”
Soohyun simply smiles and Dongho narrows his eyes at that, scowling at the man. He just can’t see what can be so delightful that early in the morning, so he just glares and imagines if he can dig a hole in Soohyun’s face solely with the power of his clearly superior mind.
!” Soohyun whispers in what Dongho notices to be excitement
, thus he glares even more. If not a hole, maybe just a tiny crack. A scratch, really.
“Again, what is your problem,” he asks in a sleepy monotone and would bury his face right into the soft, inviting pillow if a hand weren’t pulling his wrist.
“Just come, already. You’re supposed to be the youthful spirit out of us.”
Dongho considers the possibility of digging the hole with his own hands for his mind was probably affected by sleep and maybe, hypothetically suggesting he was smart enough, Soohyun took advantage of that condition. However, he simply lets himself be dragged and glowers when told to be quiet because the others are sleeping. Oh, are they really?
When they reach the balcony of the shared hotel room, Dongho blinks. His eyes are still barely open and he still has this grumpy frown on, but his eyebrows rise up a little in realization. He almost asks Soohyun if he really
had shook him off his sleep for that, but the words don’t quite make it out. It’d be hypocritical.
Soohyun hears him mumble something and grins, feeling light and proud of himself for no particular reason at all. “I know,” he answers back even though he doesn’t know what he’s agreeing with.
Dongho’s hands grab the balcony’s support and he leans cautiously onto it, sleepiness slowly fading away. The grayish skies are painted yellow and color the vast, cold sea of Guam’s coast with shades contrasting to the sad dark blue, and he just watches. He has a half smile on his face because he feels so small and yet so big.
“You couldn’t have missed this,” he hears Soohyun mutter inches behind him, and his smile widens. He doesn’t nod or look back to show agreement because he knows it would look stupid. But, somewhere inside him, he thanks Soohyun.Codified
Eli is terrified of Kibum because Eli never really gets Kibum. He speaks through long and tricky words Eli didn’t even know the Korean language had, and something about his confident way of walking feels horribly intimidating. Kibum is too sincere, almost painfully so, and probably doesn’t think he should apologize after saying the truth, and Eli doesn’t get that. Eli keeps the truth in as much as he can, and always apologizes when it slips out.
Eli never knew he could ever stand up against Kibum until the day he did. Until the day he got so infinitely angry he almost shoved his fist into Kibum’s fucking face to make him shut up. And, as he berated erratic, furious words at the older boy, he saw something that resembled fear on his face and felt proud. He took an unexplainable pride in inciting that emotion in Kibum because he had had enough of being the only one feeling that way.
On the next day, Kibum isn’t so smug. His eyes are no longer defiant and his speech finally shows some humbleness. Eli mutters in relief under his breath, ignoring the tension their argument had created among the group. He’s just glad all that insecurity is gone.
On the next week, Kibum hugs Eli for no reason. They were recording their dance rehearsal break for fans, and Eli suddenly feels arms around his waist. He thinks it’s Soohyun or maybe Alexander, but it’s Kibum’s face the one he sees after turning his head. Surprisingly, he isn’t surprised; he simply leans back into the embrace under the confused glances of their bandmates.
On the next month, Kibum kisses Eli for no reason. It’s sudden and short, but also sweet and sort of clumsy. Eli looks at him with raised brows, but Kibum shrugs. Before he can turn around and pretend it never happened, Eli grabs his arm, looking into his eyes. It’s comical when Kibum blushes.
“Why,” Eli mumbles in confusion, trying not to snicker at the other boy’s rosy cheeks.
“Because I respect you,” Kibum answers in a clear voice, even if his blush intensifies. Eli almost wants to laugh, but instead kisses him again. He’ll never really get Kibum, but he’s glad that’s more of a reason to like him rather than fear him now.The Way It Goes
There are days in which Soohyun and Kibum just hate each other’s faces. They’ll bicker about absolutely nothing for absolute no purpose other than to get each other pissed off. Their half-jokes will be filled with bitter meanings, and instead of disguising it, they hope the other one will get it.
There are days in which Soohyun and Kibum don’t really care much about each other. They greet one another, work together for the day and even chat, but it’s just because they’re used to it. There’s nothing particularly exciting about it.
There are days in which Soohyun and Kibum are best friends. They’ll be glued to each other the whole time, feeding each other, hugging each other, mocking everyone else in the same tone because it feels so right that way. It’s just natural for them.
There are days in which Soohyun and Kibum are lovers. They kiss and touch and satiate, suddenly hungry for each other’s skin. It’s been long enough so both of them know all the right spots and words, they know which buttons to push to make everything happen. None of them leaves unsatisfied.
And now there are day in which Soohyun and Kibum miss each other. Soohyun ponders about what it’d be like if Kibum were there to make them laugh at that moment, but stops when his chest feels intolerably tight. Kibum thinks maybe he should make a call, but Soohyun is probably too busy to answer. It’ll take them a little longer to get used to that.Making Matches
Kevin confesses to Alexander that he might have a crush on Kiseop. Alexander gasps, gaping at him in what, during a terrifying second, looked like disgust, but turned out to be ultimate shock. Then he asks Kevin when, why, how
. Kevin doesn’t really know, he says, a little overwhelmed. Just one day, he was talking to Kiseop like they always did when he thought they really could make a great couple – suddenly, he got horribly obsessed with that idea. Alexander eyed him with some awe, nodding slowly.
Kiseop asks Alexander if he could tell him something weird. Knowing Kiseop and his reputation of saying a lot weird yet harmless things, Alexander consents absent-mindedly. His eyes widen as Kiseop admits that he’d been having odd thoughts about Kevin, Kevin’s lips and kissing Kevin’s lips. The younger boy frowns insecurely because Alexander is staring at him, and he stuttered a bit, feeling nervous, should he have said that at all? But Alexander calms him and let him talk, smiling knowingly when Kiseop laments having fallen for someone who doesn’t probably like him.
Kevin is surprised to find Kiseop by the table of the dining place he’d arranged to meet Alexander at. He is met with the same disconcerted expression when Kiseop spots him. Apparently, Kiseop was also supposed to meet Alexander there – that realization makes Kevin want to murder a certain someone. An all sorts of awkward, stammered conversation ensues while they sit with each other before the waitress comes to take their order. They were halfway through their meals when both of them got text messages simultaneously.I know you two probably haven’t confessed by now, so please hurry up.
It was Alexander. Kiseop feels like hiding under the table. Kevin closes his eyes and makes a mental note to strangle Alexander the next time they meet. Until a thought hits them – if they both got that message, then it meant…
They gaze at each other with widened, curious eyes. Kiseop gives an awkward, shy smile after Kevin bites his lip, constrained. So it is like that. They giggle, looking away. Oh, God, it really is like that
The food remains forgotten as they keep smiling and blushing at each other, words barely leaving their mouths in that silent confession. Kiseop mutters something just for the sake of it before reaching out, bold enough to let his hand rest over Kevin’s, but still letting out the same embarrassed laugh as Kevin’s.
They are both walking down a street, making time chatting after the restaurant just so they won’t have to go home and leave each other, when they get another message.Ah, I really love happy endings~~ And you can thank me for being awesome later \(^o^)/
Kevin vaguely considers that murder thing again, but it sort of gets pointless when Kiseop coyly bumps their arms, quickly grabbing hold of his hand as they keep on walking.