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- drabble,
- fanfiction,
- homin,
- hosu,
- yoomin
Four drabbles
Just some writing practice, to keep the creative juices flowing. Enjoy~
Alcohol
HoSu-ish. PG-13
Alcohol
HoSu-ish. PG-13
Perhaps, Yoochun mused, convincing Junsu of dropping the schoolboy act and having a drink with the rest has been the best idea they’ve had so far.
“Yunhooo,” Junsu slurred, sitting closer to the leader who was nursing a beer.
“Hmm?”
“Is that a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them.”
Yunho spat out a mouthful of yeasty liquid; Changmin fell of his chair from laughter, continuing his giggle-then-clap sequence on the floor; and Jaejoong—well, Jaejoong was doing shots alone.
“You must be Jamaican, because Jamaican me crazy.”
When Junsu climbed on top of Yunho and tried to rip his shirt Yoochun decided to call it a night.
Morning greeted him in the form of a high-pitched dolphin scream.
So he remembers, he thought with a chuckle and went back to sleep.
Personal Interest
YooMin. NC-17
“What did you say this was for again?” Yoochun groaned out, the sweat-dampened sheets moving with him where they clung to his skin.
One particularly hard suck from his dongsaeng’s talented mouth and his mind disconnected, his seed pumping into Changmin’s eager mouth.
“Investigation,” Changmin answered, wiping cum from the corners of his mouth with his thumb.
“I’m sure you’ll pass whatever class you need that for.”
“It’s not for class, just personal interest,” the maknae said, eyes gleaming.
Yoochun’s eyes twinkled in return. “I’ll be happy to help whenever.”
“Well,” Changmin said, pulling Yoochun onto his lap, “I’m having another question in need of an answer right now.”
Dream
General. PG.
Changmin was sitting at the kitchen table, a cup of cold tea between his palms.
“Okay, spill.”
He did not need to look up to know Yunho had taken a seat next to him.
“Huh?” Changmin tried to play dumb, but one look at Yunho and he knew he had no chance.
“Something has been bothering you since this morning, so tell me, before I pull the leader card on you.”
Changmin sighed, looking back into the cool porcelain between his hands.
“I just had a weird dream.”
Yunho touched his shoulder. “If you tell me about it then it won’t come true, isn’t that how it works?”
“Well, it was us on stage. Just you and I, hyung.”
Yunho laughed and slapped him in the back playfully. “Well at least we know that is not happening. Dong Bang Shin Ki is five people right?”
“Right,” Changmin agreed.
But the gut-wrenching feeling did not go away.
Dry Season
HoMin. PG.
“Come hereee!”
“I don’t want to!”
Changmin stood on one side of the coffee table, watching Yunho’s every move. The older man moved to the right and Changmin turned left, but at the last minute Yunho jumped over the coffee table, tackling Changmin to the couch.
“Gotcha!” Yunho exclaimed, wrestling with the maknae.
“No, hyung, stop—mhmmph!”
Yunho grabbed Changmin’s face with one hand, puckering his lips by force, and applied a generous amount of lip balm on the dry flesh.
“There you go, you stubborn child.”
Changmin licked his lips. Cherry flavored.
“I hate you, old man.”
Yunho chuckled.
“No, you don’t,” he said and clashed his lips against Changmin’s cherry-tasting ones.
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@personal interest: we got to install a camera somewhere.
@dream: *cries* i wish it were not so. too bad the tell the dream and make it not come true didn't work. :'(
@dry season: that was so cute! he should be happy that the lip balm tasted like cherry. he should know that a table cannot keep someone away for long. :D
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- I want to see Junsu drunk hehehe.
- Whoever sells that tape is getting rich.
- :( sometimes it doesn't work.
- Yunho is more agile than 99% of the population, of course it wouldn't work!
Thanks for reading them *hugs u forever*