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WIP DUMP
So basically, I've been tapping away at a fic I have slim chance of finishing and realising I have even more fic that has a next-to-zero chance of ever being touched again and. Yeah. WIP dump. In no particular order but alphabetical by file.
jongyu / based loosely on '我再也不要对你那么好'
It starts like this:
There is the screech of tires, a girl's scream, and an eternity of silence.
But it doesn't matter how it starts, beyond that it is the start, and all things must start from somewhere. Must end somewhere.
And so, this is the end:
the door closes.
That's it. That's all. The door closes, and it's over.
Jonghyun rolls over, limbs stretched blearily across the empty bed. The early morning light pours in through the open window, curtains tossed carelessly aside. It's bright, and he can't sleep. "Too early," he murmurs to himself, pulling the blanket over his head.
Footsteps precede the opening of the door, the bed creaking under a second person's weight. He can smell the shampoo Jinki's partial to, breathes in the same familiar scent imprinted into the pillow. "It's eight already, you have to leave soon."
"Do not." Jonghyun mumbles into the pillow, tugging the blanket a little tighter around himself.
"Get up." He sounds frustrated, a little worn thin. Jonghyun can't blame him. He feels frustrated, a little worn thin.
"Don't wanna." It's a little childish, a bit of a pout on his mouth as he gets flipped over, a teasing smile. "Join me," he says, tugging Jinki down so he's collapsed on his chest, their fingers intertwined. He sees the moment of hesitation flicker across the other's face, before it dissipates and Jonghyun can feel their breathing slowly synchronize in opposition, falling in and out, out and in.
"You still have to get up," Jinki whispers. Jonghyun hums in response and firmly doesn't move. He's missed the moments like this, late mornings with rushed coffee, the warmth of someone else in the bed. Jinki's breath tickles at his chin. His fingers tap rhythms into his back.
It's Jinki who pulls away. "Get up," he says again, although it's quieter, subdued like the colours on the wall dulled compared to the morning outside.
He waits a moment after Jinki has retreated beyond the bedroom and back into the kitchen outside before he sits up as well. "Alright," he says to himself. "I'm up."
His apartment wasn't far, the girl had said, so Jonghyun had wrestled the other man onto his back and stumbled along with the girl giving him directions. "Oppa," she had said, rubbing circles on his back. "Jinki," she had cried.
That must be his name, Jonghyun had thought, and hefted him a little higher on his shoulders. "It'll be okay," he had reassured her. He had almost quailed at the grateful look in her eyes.
"You're spacing out a lot today." Jinki regards him almost owlishly over the tea he's nursing.
Jonghyun looks up from the newspaper. "Have I?" His fingers clench tighter instinctively. A smile sneaks onto his face.
Jinki nods, his face disappearing as he tips the mug up. When he resurfaces, his eyes stare straight at Jonghyun, consideration heavy in his gaze. "You've been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes."
"I've been reading," Jonghyun deadpans, but turns the page anyway. It's covered with ads, except for the advice column running down the side. He thinks about turning back to the previous page, but can't remember what was on it anyway. "You're always telling me to be more aware of current events anyway."
"That's the classifieds, Jonghyun."
Well that would explain the lack of words. "I've always wanted a puppy?"
Jinki sighs and puts his empty cup down, curling up on his end of the sofa. "There's something bothering you, and you're not telling me." His words are thoughtful, musing.
(basically i didn't know where i was going with this. did they stay together? did they drift apart? was there a shout-out? was it mutual? i think it had promise, but no direction and no vision.)
original
This is the way the world begins to end.
It is the governments that go first, just like that. One day they're there, and then the next - well, the next, they try to replace them, and when that doesn't work, they try again. And again. Until one day they are there, and then they are gone, because the world has begun to end.
Only nobody knows that yet; they know only that there is unrest because the media tries to cover it up because 'the end of the world' is bad for business, and the media has always listened to business. They ignore the false prophets who declare the end of the world, and instead silence them - until one day they too helplessly declare that the world is ending (and some people listen) but soon enough, they are gone too. And this time, there is no one to replace them.
"Is the world ending?" he asks quietly when he thinks no one is listening.
"Maybe," comes the response - and it surprises him so much that he nearly tumbles off the chair, until he realises that the person who answered was him.
The streets begin to crack as anarchists rejoice and say that this is how it was meant to be. The police who keep the order gradually lose the order as one by one they disappear, and there is no order left to be kept. Walls crumble and crops wilt, because there is no one left to take care of them, because they are too busy taking care of themselves.
(and then the Japan tsunami/earthquake happened and...I lost all inspiration for this.)
Jongkey/Onkey - sequel to castle in the sea
Kibum had been seven when he met his father for the first time.
His mother had fussed over his hair, his clothes, the way he stood. Kibum had fussed over his hair, his clothes, and what they would have for dinner that night. His mother didn't say why, but Kibum had caught the way her eyes kept going to the door and he had understood that they were waiting for someone and that it was important. His mother rarely said anything. And there were many things that Kibum understood.
When the doorbell rang midway through the third Saturday cartoon of the morning, it was Kibum who went to open the door. "Good morning," he said, and stepped aside as two men walked in through the door.
The first impression of his father was that he wished it was the other man instead.
"Oi, Earth to Kibum!"
Jonghyun snaps his fingers in front of Kibum's face to get his attention. They're sitting in the library cafeteria, the noise of conversation and raucous laughter all around them.
Kibum absentmindedly slaps them away. "What?" he asks, his tone of voice acidic. Irritation is painted across his expression, and he can't be assed to do anything about it.
But this is Jonghyun, and either Jonghyun doesn't notice, or there is no other explanation than "this is Jonghyun," and Key - were he to be truthful to himself - is just a little thankful. And because this is Jonghyun, the only reaction is a whiny have you been listening and a quick you better come stuffed full of pride.
"Come where?" Key asks blankly.
[]
Jonghyun is falling. Only he's not just falling - he's tumbling headlong and throwing himself off precipices into air that's too thin to provide any real drag force and still he's dropping faster and faster. And he's okay with it.
[]
Key is falling. Only he's clinging to the edge of a cliff with one hand and looking at the drop below - but the cliff has long since broken away and he's dropping faster and faster still clinging to a shattered anchor. But he's too afraid to let go.
[]
"Shut up and let me kiss you," Jonghyun says and Kibum realises that he is drunk but lets the shorter man press him against the wall anyway and take his breath away.
(...and then I got sidetracked.)
Myungyeol vampire fic
It starts when Myungsoo falls down the stairs, landing himself in the nurse's office with a sprained ankle, and then catching the flu that's been going around, the two events happening in quick succession. He ends up slipping in and out of fever induced dreams for three consecutive days from the latter, and is all-in-all far too out of it to notice when Sungyeol drops by or when Sungyeol leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.
When he stumbles into class on Monday a few minutes late and still not nearly at one hundred percent, the stares follow him to his seat for longer than he's used to; he puts it down to the dishevelled state of his hair and automatically smoothes it down as he slides into an empty seat in the front row. He spends the rest of the class passed out across his laptop, oblivious to the eyes trained on his back.
(basically sungyeol is a vampire who chills with myungsoo except while myungsoo is out of commission sungyeol feeds on other people by accident and everyone ends up thinking myungsoo is the vampire and myungsoo is kind of chill with it like 'whatever' but sungyeol isn't and then make-up feeding and sex happens.)
Jongyu drabbles (2)
One day, he packs his life away into boxes.
They end up sitting in the hallway, in the empty living room, just outside the bathroom door. Cardboard boxes, plastic boxes with red lids, blue lids, bankers boxes packed full of books. Some stacked on top of each other, others sprawled across the barren floor.
Jonghyun has never been one for languages. He's never been one for maths either, or sciences. They confuse him, and he wonders why he needs to know
Jinki has always been one for languages. He delights in the way equations always pan out, the way science has an explanation for everything and a question for everything else. He doesn't mind spending his evenings in the library and his weekends at home, doesn't mind keeping his head down and focused.
"Still studying?"
Jinki puts down his pencil and sighs, looks up at Jonghyun with worried eyes and a smile on his lips. "Exam tomorrow," he explains. "I'm not sure whether I should use the subjunctive or indicative here..."
Jonghyun purses his lips and plucks the notebook out from under Jinki's protesting fingers, staring at the neatly highlighted words for a good three seconds before tossing it somewhere in a pile of his own study materials. "Who cares?" Jonghyun asks, tugging Jinki to his feet.
"But-!" he protests, as he gets dragged down the hall.
"But nothing," Jonghyun says cheekily, pushing him towards the bed. "Come on, at least put your French to good use."
"Jonghyun!" Jinki hisses, scandalized, but collapses on the bed anyway in a tired heap, grunting when Jonghyun flops on top of him.
qmi things
There's an insistence there he's always found unnerving; a sort of one-two he's never learned the beat of.
//
They're finally finished, done, with the sadness that comes as promotions draw to a close (this time with an added tinge of regret from a missed-out trip to Paris) but still tinged with the excitement of a promised vacation.
Zhou Mi rather likes vacation.
He almost feels bad that Kyuhyun has to jump right back into preparations for the fifth album, but that lasts about as long as it takes Kyuhyun to send him a detailed schedule of his planned whereabouts for the next week and a not-so-subtle 'suggestion' of which snacks Zhou Mi should have waiting for him when rehearsals finish. Zhou Mi rolls his eyes instead and texts back that he's planning on going to Beijing.
"What." The bedroom door opens with a bang, and Kyuhyun stalks out into the living room where Zhou Mi's curled up on the couch like an oversized cat, arms wrapped around one of the throw cushions. Kyuhyun reaches forward and tugs it out of his grasp.
"What, 'what'?" Zhou Mi asks. A half-hearted whine as he relinquishes the pillow. "And you were home! Sungmin told me that you were out and to make myself comfortable."
Kyuhyun just shrugs and doesn't meet Zhou Mi's eyes. "Busy," he mumbles.
//
"Did you know." Kyuhyun frowned, stopped.
The sun was behind them, low enough in the sky that the shadows cast out front were long and distorted, two dark green splotches against light bleached grass. The shielding on this quarter always seemed to be broken, the starry expanse just beyond the Tower boundaries clearly visible here. Kyuhyun shifted, his shadow shifting with him. It wasn't very comfortable, sitting here.
The owner of the other shadow hummed low in his throat before poking Kyuhyun in the shoulder, prompting him to continue. "Did I know what?"
Kyuhyun shook his head and stood, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Never mind," he dismissed, and disappeared into the library.
-
"Physics?" Kyuhyun had asked amused when he'd plucked Zhou Mi's schedule for the term out of his hands. "What do you need physics for?"
"Need a science course, physics is like math right? I was good at math," Zhou Mi said, snatching it back before the corners could get any more crumpled.
That had been then. This was twenty four hours before the start of a midterm, and Zhou Mi had never felt more lost in his life, not even when they'd just started learning recursion and half the class looked like they'd rather throw themselves out the airlock than sit through another lecture. Kyuhyun hadn't been very sympathetic then either, not when he'd been working with far more complex algorithms since he was ten.
"Are you serious," Kyuhyun deadpanned when Zhou Mi called him up for help in a last ditch attempt to salvage his grades. He didn't look very impressed. In fact, his holo looked even less impressed than usual. "I'm busy here."
"Please, Kui Xian?" Zhou Mi wibbled at Kyuhyun. He didn't usually wibble. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Kyuhyun owed Zhou Mi a few favours anyway. Sort of.
Kyuhyun crossed his arms across his chest and glared. "Get you and your non-existent ass over here in the next five minutes and you're buying me dinner."
Zhou Mi closed the connection and grabbed his notebooks before Kyuhyun could change his mind.
-
Somewhere in the universe, two things happened simultaneously.
But the question is: simultaneously for who?
-
Zhou Mi glanced at the headlines before rushing out the door, a muffin in one hand, school bag tucked under his arm. Apparently for the first time in three years their city was on the list of possible recruitment by the Tower; Zhou Mi wondered idly if someone from their school would be chosen, but forgot about it almost as soon as he got to class.
In the grand scheme of things, the possibility of someone you knew being recruited by the Tower paled in comparison to a surprise
//
Zhou Mi had been born near the Wall.
Not that it really made a difference, because the Wall was the Wall when it was said in the way that implied a great big capital letter at the front, the word as solid and impregnable as the Wall itself. It wasn't even a real wall. It was just a big great glass sheet that separated the Outside from the Inside, and everyone knew that the Outside was dangerous and uninhabital and full of things that were not generally conducive to human life. Everyone just knew.
No one lived outside the Wall—no, correction, no one human. There were the Traders, but the Traders, like the Wall, always came with a capital letter too, and no one was really sure if they were human, so it still stood, that no one human lived outside the Wall. And if they had been human at one point, they wouldn't be once they were outside the Wall.
Or that was what people said.
But Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi knew better. Because he had been born near the Wall, and had grown up by the Wall, and one day as he had been playing near the Wall, had seen a boy who must have been around his age just on the other side of the wall but had known better than to ask. But in his child's mind, it had become firmly established that yes, there were people who lived outside of the Wall.
(ps the end of this file has: KYUHYUN TURNS INTO A TURTLE WHEN HUGGED BY SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX <- these were the original attempts at the melodicword fic exchange)
qmi - FIRST QMI EVER!! and written before I was properly in fandom orz. this is so embarrassing but kind of hilarious at the same time.
When Kyuhyun opens the door to his new dorm room - single room with his own bathroom which is pretty sweet - someone is already there. They're standing with their back to the door, looking out of the window which overlooks the courtyard. His window. "This is, uh, my room," he points out, wondering how someone could get into his locked dorm room without a key. Unless, of course, they had the key.
"Oh, it is," the other says as if suddenly remembering this fact. "I guess I should leave to let you unpack, right?" He turns and brushes past Kyuhyun, humming something just in the range of an undertone. Kyuhyun stands there stunned for several moments. One, because what the hell was someone doing in his room and two, the dude had been too good looking to be some random creeper.
In the end, Kyuhyun gives up thinking about it, and tosses his bags under his bed in favour of setting up his laptop for a good few hours of Starcraft.
"I'm not a first year!" his neighbour huffs in reply when Kyuhyun decides that maybe it might be a good idea to open the door when people are knocking. Besides, he's just taking a break.
"Oh. Then what are you then? A graduate student?" Kyuhyun eyes all five foot eight or so of the kid in front of him. Maybe opening the door and trying to be social was a bad idea.
The other boy huffs. "I'm a second year, so that makes me older than you and hyung said that I'm totally allowed to be mean to the first years." A confused pause. "Apparently...?" he adds, pursing his lips and letting his eyes stray.
Kyuhyun considers this. "Uhuh." Unconvinced.
"Ah, you haven't unpacked yet!" His eyes have landed on the bags tucked away still packed to bursting under the bag. The kid sounds scandalised, as if Kyuhyun not unpacking the moment he'd set foot over the threshold was some grave offense. Well, it wasn't his fault that someone had distracted him - and who had been in his room anyways?
"I'm Ryeowook by the way, and you should be nice to me. Or else I won't help you unpack and I won't make you cupcakes."
Kyuhyun steps aside to let the shorter boy into his room - not that he wants to but because maybe making enemies on the first day he's here before classes have even started might be a terrible idea. "Kyuhyun," he introduces himself. "And I don't want cupcakes."
Ryeowook gives him an unconcerned look before depositing himself, and Kyuhyun's bags, on top of Kyuhyun's bed. "Everyone wants cupcakes," he says confidently as he upends a pile of clothes onto the sheets, before another knock on the still open door interrupts.
"Oh good, you're here." The newest arrival invites himself into Kyuhyun's room (with a hint of either hysteria or desperation) and straight to Kyuhyun's bed and all Kyuhyun can do is wonder what he did to deserve this and maybe if he went back to his laptop they would all go away. Instead, he quietly shuts the door and slips back into the chair at his desk.
"Are you a second year too?" he asks.
The boy makes a face. "No, and Ryeowook's cupcakes are really good," he says, before launching himself onto Ryeowook. Kyuhyun mourns for his clothes.
"Ryeowook-ah, help me okay? I just looked at my textbooks for the next term and I don't know what I'm going to do!"
Ryeowook rolls his eyes and pushes the other boy away. "Hyung," he whines piteously, "the term hasn't even started yet so I know that you didn't open your textbooks! And no!" he yelps, forestalling whatever had been coming out of the other boy's mouth. "I am not calling Henry for you because he's not helping you with your term work when the term hasn't even begun yet!"
To be quite honest, Kyuhyun is wondering why this scene is taking place in his room at all, nevermind that he's barely settled in, even as Ryeowook is straightening his clothes out in piles and cautiously setting his notebooks in a stack just under the bed. First of all, this was his room. Second of all, someone had already invaded it before he had even arrived, and it didn't need people invading it after he was here too. Third of all...This was his room!
"You're supposed to be an English major!" Ryeowook is saying just as Kyuhyun tunes back into the plane of reality. "So quit bugging Henry for help!"
"Donghae!" Kyuhyun's heart sinks as someone barges through the closed - albeit unlocked - door and wonders if this is what it's going to be like for the rest of the term. But he feels a tiny glimmer of hope when the newest arrival says "C'mon, I need you for something," and drags the English major off.
"Oh, I'm Hyukjae and I'm in third year, so ask me if you don't know anything~" he adds, before escorting the two of them out the door.
"Kyuhyun," he replies belatedly. He resists the urge to massage his temples. It doesn't help that he can already feel the headache coming.
"Donghae's across the hall from you," Ryeowook explains as he extracts Kyuhyun's toothbrush. "So he might ask you for English help too."
"I can't speak English." Kyuhyun blinks. "And...you're folding my underwear."
It was Ryeowook's turn to blink, light colour spreading across his cheeks as he gingerly puts it back down. "Well, as long as you make sure to unpack!" he says, before he hops out the door.
This time, Kyuhyun makes sure to lock the door after he's closed it and resolves not to open it in an effort to be un-antisocial. Instead, he stretches his fingers, rolls his shoulders back, and sits back down in front of his laptop. Right now, he needs a break.
"That was mine!" Ryeowook whines as Donghae tugs the last chicken drumstick off Ryeowook's plate and onto his own.
Just on the other side of the glass windows of the cafeteria, the buds buried between leaves on the ends of the twigs are just breaking open to reveal the splashes of colour hiding inside. On this side, Kyuhyun is flipping through his calculus notes because he has a test in about an hour. His eyes burn a little from sleep deprivation (Donghae had comandeered his room for an impromptu English study session. As far as Kyuhyun could tell, it had been Henry finishing Donghae's assignments while Ryeowook had watched him from a corner, with Siwon being the only one actually doing his own assignment, before the entire pretense of studying had dissolved into a game of Settlers that hadn't ended until indecent hours of the next morning. Kyuhyun was just glad that he'd gotten Henry to help him a few days ago), but calc was easy. Sort of. But not easy enough that he was going to get worked up when Ryeowook starts stealing food off his plate.
Somewhere in the middle of the epsilon-delta proof of a limit, Kyuhyun finds out that the empty room on the other side of his is finally going to be occupied. "There were some family issues," Ryeowook explains to a vaguely confused Sungmin, "but Heechul mailed to say Zhou Mi was moving in tomorrow~"
"Zhou Mi?" Kyuhyun looks up from his notes because this might actually be important. Especially if Zhou Mi is a stalker. Or a pervert.
"Ummm...?" The look of confusion on Ryeowook's face is one that should only appear on kindergarteners and three week old puppies.
Kyuhyun blinks. "What?" he asks - and then pauses as his brain catches up. "...Did I say something out loud?"
"Don't worry we won't tell him." Donghae slaps him on the back good naturedly, although the glingt in his eyes is one that promises something along the lines of letting it slip for sure. Kyuhyun worries.
He spends his last class of the next day (linear algebra) absent mindedly doodling swirls in the margins of his notes. He stops when the girl in the seat next to him starts giving him progressively stranger looks as the swirls spill progressively over the edges of his notes. His hall is crazy enough, thanks very much. The room across the hall from his never seems to be quiet, Siwon insists that they should all go to Mass more often, Henry spends more time in Kyuhyun's room with Ryeowook than Kyuhyun does by himself, Sungmin seems to show up every other week with a different girl cooing over how adorable he is, he's still not sure what program Kibum is in because he never seems to go to class. The worst part of it is that Kyuhyun's room seems to have become the designated party room.
("It's because it's the biggest!" Donghae points out when Kyuhyun tries to block them at the doorway once.
Kyuhyun doesn't bother to retort that Donghae and Hyuk-jae's room is actually bigger than his, mostly because Donghae's argument for this revolved around complex formulas that actually made no sense and came down to not wanting to clean up after visitors.)
And Kyuhyun? Kyuhyun just wanted to be alone so he can finish his assignments and study in peace (and then play Starcraft into the wee hours of the morning but that was a different kettle of fish altogehter.) In other words, he really didn't think that another crazy person needed to move into their hall.
So when he opens his door that afternoon to a very familiar feeling, Kyuhyun almost freaks. "You!" he exclaims.
It's the kinda pretty guy from the start of term, standing as he had been at Kyuhyun's window. He turns, and grins. "Hi~" he greets, as if he hadn't been committing a heinous crime breaking into someone else's locked room.
"This is my room," Kyuhyun says with a dawning sense of deja vu.
"I know," the other man hums back, looking, if possible, more pleased with himself than he had been before. He doesn't seem to be leaving anytime soon, Kyuhyun notes.
"Please leave," he says. He feels proud of himself for sounding so calm and authorative when he would really like to punch him in the face. "You shouldn't be here."
The other man lets out a small chuckle. "You're cute," he says, and Kyuhyun doesn't really want to think why he sound so happy about that, and doesn't bother thinking anymore when it seems he'll finally be rid of this blight for a second time.
But Kyuhyun's conscious isn't quite done with the stranger, blurting out before he can stop it. "Zhou Mi?" it asks, while the more sensible part of his consciousness pulls out the paper fans and bazaookas.
For some reason, the other man finds this immensely amusing, a grin stretching across his face as he laughs. "I'm afraid not," he says, and Kyuhyun can only breathe a sigh of relief as he falls onto his bed. Because he is almost a hundred percent certain that someone who sneaks into freshmen's rooms is a creepy pervert. Probably.
Which was why Zhou Mi, when he did show up around twenty minutes later, arrived as a pleasant surprise. "He's not insane, he doesn't leave fake bugs all around my room, I don't think he even plays Risk, and apparently he doesn't have a girlfriend," he relates triumphantly later to one of his teammates in between rounds of Starcraft.
"Hi," Zhou Mi introduces himself. "If you don't have a habit of practicing lines at three in the morning, I think we'll get along well."
"Um," is Kyuhyun's eloquent reply. "Hi," is his equally smooth follow-up.
Zhou Mi turns out to be a third year Chemical Engineering student from China with legs a few miles long and the general constitution of a stick. His Korean starts out endearingly shaky before Kyuhyun overhears him having fluent conversation with one of the professors. HanKyung, the graduate student in charge of their hall, laughs when Kyuhyun complains.
"Oh Kyuhyun, he's just teasing you," he tells him, and sends him back to his room with an icecream bar.
(AND THEN SHIT HAPPENED)
Minho-centric
Minho gets a girlfriend.
He is, he thinks, Coping. There have been better ways to cope. This is not one of them. There have also been far worse. This is also not one of them.
She's pretty enough, with angular cheekbones and eyes that turn into crescent moons when she smiles, tiny hands and smaller wrists, ankles around which sandal straps twine, delicate and overwhelming at the same time. She is a good head shorter than he is, but few aren't. She's studying to become an accountant, but, she confides in him, what she really wants is to become an engineer, the sort that builds planes and designs rockets and might someday erect a space tower which can carry payloads of fifty kilograms at speeds of seventy kilometers an hour. This means nothing to him, but he smiles and nods and asks if she wants more coffee as he notices the acne scars hidden under her make up and the way her elbows are red and knobbly and how her smile pulls up further on the left than the right and her teeth are crooked and her nose is flat and—I'll be right back.
Her name is Kiyeon and she is pretty enough and she is Not Famous.
He is, he decides, Coping rather well.
(...so I wrote and started this and gave up on this while I was drunk so I have no idea what this is supposed to be l m f a o)
....yeah okay I'll dump the rest some other day.
jongyu / based loosely on '我再也不要对你那么好'
It starts like this:
There is the screech of tires, a girl's scream, and an eternity of silence.
But it doesn't matter how it starts, beyond that it is the start, and all things must start from somewhere. Must end somewhere.
And so, this is the end:
the door closes.
That's it. That's all. The door closes, and it's over.
Jonghyun rolls over, limbs stretched blearily across the empty bed. The early morning light pours in through the open window, curtains tossed carelessly aside. It's bright, and he can't sleep. "Too early," he murmurs to himself, pulling the blanket over his head.
Footsteps precede the opening of the door, the bed creaking under a second person's weight. He can smell the shampoo Jinki's partial to, breathes in the same familiar scent imprinted into the pillow. "It's eight already, you have to leave soon."
"Do not." Jonghyun mumbles into the pillow, tugging the blanket a little tighter around himself.
"Get up." He sounds frustrated, a little worn thin. Jonghyun can't blame him. He feels frustrated, a little worn thin.
"Don't wanna." It's a little childish, a bit of a pout on his mouth as he gets flipped over, a teasing smile. "Join me," he says, tugging Jinki down so he's collapsed on his chest, their fingers intertwined. He sees the moment of hesitation flicker across the other's face, before it dissipates and Jonghyun can feel their breathing slowly synchronize in opposition, falling in and out, out and in.
"You still have to get up," Jinki whispers. Jonghyun hums in response and firmly doesn't move. He's missed the moments like this, late mornings with rushed coffee, the warmth of someone else in the bed. Jinki's breath tickles at his chin. His fingers tap rhythms into his back.
It's Jinki who pulls away. "Get up," he says again, although it's quieter, subdued like the colours on the wall dulled compared to the morning outside.
He waits a moment after Jinki has retreated beyond the bedroom and back into the kitchen outside before he sits up as well. "Alright," he says to himself. "I'm up."
His apartment wasn't far, the girl had said, so Jonghyun had wrestled the other man onto his back and stumbled along with the girl giving him directions. "Oppa," she had said, rubbing circles on his back. "Jinki," she had cried.
That must be his name, Jonghyun had thought, and hefted him a little higher on his shoulders. "It'll be okay," he had reassured her. He had almost quailed at the grateful look in her eyes.
"You're spacing out a lot today." Jinki regards him almost owlishly over the tea he's nursing.
Jonghyun looks up from the newspaper. "Have I?" His fingers clench tighter instinctively. A smile sneaks onto his face.
Jinki nods, his face disappearing as he tips the mug up. When he resurfaces, his eyes stare straight at Jonghyun, consideration heavy in his gaze. "You've been staring at the same page for the past ten minutes."
"I've been reading," Jonghyun deadpans, but turns the page anyway. It's covered with ads, except for the advice column running down the side. He thinks about turning back to the previous page, but can't remember what was on it anyway. "You're always telling me to be more aware of current events anyway."
"That's the classifieds, Jonghyun."
Well that would explain the lack of words. "I've always wanted a puppy?"
Jinki sighs and puts his empty cup down, curling up on his end of the sofa. "There's something bothering you, and you're not telling me." His words are thoughtful, musing.
(basically i didn't know where i was going with this. did they stay together? did they drift apart? was there a shout-out? was it mutual? i think it had promise, but no direction and no vision.)
original
This is the way the world begins to end.
It is the governments that go first, just like that. One day they're there, and then the next - well, the next, they try to replace them, and when that doesn't work, they try again. And again. Until one day they are there, and then they are gone, because the world has begun to end.
Only nobody knows that yet; they know only that there is unrest because the media tries to cover it up because 'the end of the world' is bad for business, and the media has always listened to business. They ignore the false prophets who declare the end of the world, and instead silence them - until one day they too helplessly declare that the world is ending (and some people listen) but soon enough, they are gone too. And this time, there is no one to replace them.
"Is the world ending?" he asks quietly when he thinks no one is listening.
"Maybe," comes the response - and it surprises him so much that he nearly tumbles off the chair, until he realises that the person who answered was him.
The streets begin to crack as anarchists rejoice and say that this is how it was meant to be. The police who keep the order gradually lose the order as one by one they disappear, and there is no order left to be kept. Walls crumble and crops wilt, because there is no one left to take care of them, because they are too busy taking care of themselves.
(and then the Japan tsunami/earthquake happened and...I lost all inspiration for this.)
Jongkey/Onkey - sequel to castle in the sea
Kibum had been seven when he met his father for the first time.
His mother had fussed over his hair, his clothes, the way he stood. Kibum had fussed over his hair, his clothes, and what they would have for dinner that night. His mother didn't say why, but Kibum had caught the way her eyes kept going to the door and he had understood that they were waiting for someone and that it was important. His mother rarely said anything. And there were many things that Kibum understood.
When the doorbell rang midway through the third Saturday cartoon of the morning, it was Kibum who went to open the door. "Good morning," he said, and stepped aside as two men walked in through the door.
The first impression of his father was that he wished it was the other man instead.
-
"Oi, Earth to Kibum!"
Jonghyun snaps his fingers in front of Kibum's face to get his attention. They're sitting in the library cafeteria, the noise of conversation and raucous laughter all around them.
Kibum absentmindedly slaps them away. "What?" he asks, his tone of voice acidic. Irritation is painted across his expression, and he can't be assed to do anything about it.
But this is Jonghyun, and either Jonghyun doesn't notice, or there is no other explanation than "this is Jonghyun," and Key - were he to be truthful to himself - is just a little thankful. And because this is Jonghyun, the only reaction is a whiny have you been listening and a quick you better come stuffed full of pride.
"Come where?" Key asks blankly.
[]
Jonghyun is falling. Only he's not just falling - he's tumbling headlong and throwing himself off precipices into air that's too thin to provide any real drag force and still he's dropping faster and faster. And he's okay with it.
[]
Key is falling. Only he's clinging to the edge of a cliff with one hand and looking at the drop below - but the cliff has long since broken away and he's dropping faster and faster still clinging to a shattered anchor. But he's too afraid to let go.
[]
"Shut up and let me kiss you," Jonghyun says and Kibum realises that he is drunk but lets the shorter man press him against the wall anyway and take his breath away.
(...and then I got sidetracked.)
Myungyeol vampire fic
It starts when Myungsoo falls down the stairs, landing himself in the nurse's office with a sprained ankle, and then catching the flu that's been going around, the two events happening in quick succession. He ends up slipping in and out of fever induced dreams for three consecutive days from the latter, and is all-in-all far too out of it to notice when Sungyeol drops by or when Sungyeol leaves, the door clicking shut behind him.
When he stumbles into class on Monday a few minutes late and still not nearly at one hundred percent, the stares follow him to his seat for longer than he's used to; he puts it down to the dishevelled state of his hair and automatically smoothes it down as he slides into an empty seat in the front row. He spends the rest of the class passed out across his laptop, oblivious to the eyes trained on his back.
(basically sungyeol is a vampire who chills with myungsoo except while myungsoo is out of commission sungyeol feeds on other people by accident and everyone ends up thinking myungsoo is the vampire and myungsoo is kind of chill with it like 'whatever' but sungyeol isn't and then make-up feeding and sex happens.)
Jongyu drabbles (2)
One day, he packs his life away into boxes.
They end up sitting in the hallway, in the empty living room, just outside the bathroom door. Cardboard boxes, plastic boxes with red lids, blue lids, bankers boxes packed full of books. Some stacked on top of each other, others sprawled across the barren floor.
Jonghyun has never been one for languages. He's never been one for maths either, or sciences. They confuse him, and he wonders why he needs to know
Jinki has always been one for languages. He delights in the way equations always pan out, the way science has an explanation for everything and a question for everything else. He doesn't mind spending his evenings in the library and his weekends at home, doesn't mind keeping his head down and focused.
"Still studying?"
Jinki puts down his pencil and sighs, looks up at Jonghyun with worried eyes and a smile on his lips. "Exam tomorrow," he explains. "I'm not sure whether I should use the subjunctive or indicative here..."
Jonghyun purses his lips and plucks the notebook out from under Jinki's protesting fingers, staring at the neatly highlighted words for a good three seconds before tossing it somewhere in a pile of his own study materials. "Who cares?" Jonghyun asks, tugging Jinki to his feet.
"But-!" he protests, as he gets dragged down the hall.
"But nothing," Jonghyun says cheekily, pushing him towards the bed. "Come on, at least put your French to good use."
"Jonghyun!" Jinki hisses, scandalized, but collapses on the bed anyway in a tired heap, grunting when Jonghyun flops on top of him.
qmi things
There's an insistence there he's always found unnerving; a sort of one-two he's never learned the beat of.
//
They're finally finished, done, with the sadness that comes as promotions draw to a close (this time with an added tinge of regret from a missed-out trip to Paris) but still tinged with the excitement of a promised vacation.
Zhou Mi rather likes vacation.
He almost feels bad that Kyuhyun has to jump right back into preparations for the fifth album, but that lasts about as long as it takes Kyuhyun to send him a detailed schedule of his planned whereabouts for the next week and a not-so-subtle 'suggestion' of which snacks Zhou Mi should have waiting for him when rehearsals finish. Zhou Mi rolls his eyes instead and texts back that he's planning on going to Beijing.
"What." The bedroom door opens with a bang, and Kyuhyun stalks out into the living room where Zhou Mi's curled up on the couch like an oversized cat, arms wrapped around one of the throw cushions. Kyuhyun reaches forward and tugs it out of his grasp.
"What, 'what'?" Zhou Mi asks. A half-hearted whine as he relinquishes the pillow. "And you were home! Sungmin told me that you were out and to make myself comfortable."
Kyuhyun just shrugs and doesn't meet Zhou Mi's eyes. "Busy," he mumbles.
//
"Did you know." Kyuhyun frowned, stopped.
The sun was behind them, low enough in the sky that the shadows cast out front were long and distorted, two dark green splotches against light bleached grass. The shielding on this quarter always seemed to be broken, the starry expanse just beyond the Tower boundaries clearly visible here. Kyuhyun shifted, his shadow shifting with him. It wasn't very comfortable, sitting here.
The owner of the other shadow hummed low in his throat before poking Kyuhyun in the shoulder, prompting him to continue. "Did I know what?"
Kyuhyun shook his head and stood, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Never mind," he dismissed, and disappeared into the library.
-
"Physics?" Kyuhyun had asked amused when he'd plucked Zhou Mi's schedule for the term out of his hands. "What do you need physics for?"
"Need a science course, physics is like math right? I was good at math," Zhou Mi said, snatching it back before the corners could get any more crumpled.
That had been then. This was twenty four hours before the start of a midterm, and Zhou Mi had never felt more lost in his life, not even when they'd just started learning recursion and half the class looked like they'd rather throw themselves out the airlock than sit through another lecture. Kyuhyun hadn't been very sympathetic then either, not when he'd been working with far more complex algorithms since he was ten.
"Are you serious," Kyuhyun deadpanned when Zhou Mi called him up for help in a last ditch attempt to salvage his grades. He didn't look very impressed. In fact, his holo looked even less impressed than usual. "I'm busy here."
"Please, Kui Xian?" Zhou Mi wibbled at Kyuhyun. He didn't usually wibble. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and Kyuhyun owed Zhou Mi a few favours anyway. Sort of.
Kyuhyun crossed his arms across his chest and glared. "Get you and your non-existent ass over here in the next five minutes and you're buying me dinner."
Zhou Mi closed the connection and grabbed his notebooks before Kyuhyun could change his mind.
-
Somewhere in the universe, two things happened simultaneously.
But the question is: simultaneously for who?
-
Zhou Mi glanced at the headlines before rushing out the door, a muffin in one hand, school bag tucked under his arm. Apparently for the first time in three years their city was on the list of possible recruitment by the Tower; Zhou Mi wondered idly if someone from their school would be chosen, but forgot about it almost as soon as he got to class.
In the grand scheme of things, the possibility of someone you knew being recruited by the Tower paled in comparison to a surprise
//
Zhou Mi had been born near the Wall.
Not that it really made a difference, because the Wall was the Wall when it was said in the way that implied a great big capital letter at the front, the word as solid and impregnable as the Wall itself. It wasn't even a real wall. It was just a big great glass sheet that separated the Outside from the Inside, and everyone knew that the Outside was dangerous and uninhabital and full of things that were not generally conducive to human life. Everyone just knew.
No one lived outside the Wall—no, correction, no one human. There were the Traders, but the Traders, like the Wall, always came with a capital letter too, and no one was really sure if they were human, so it still stood, that no one human lived outside the Wall. And if they had been human at one point, they wouldn't be once they were outside the Wall.
Or that was what people said.
But Zhou Mi, Zhou Mi knew better. Because he had been born near the Wall, and had grown up by the Wall, and one day as he had been playing near the Wall, had seen a boy who must have been around his age just on the other side of the wall but had known better than to ask. But in his child's mind, it had become firmly established that yes, there were people who lived outside of the Wall.
(ps the end of this file has: KYUHYUN TURNS INTO A TURTLE WHEN HUGGED BY SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX <- these were the original attempts at the melodicword fic exchange)
qmi - FIRST QMI EVER!! and written before I was properly in fandom orz. this is so embarrassing but kind of hilarious at the same time.
When Kyuhyun opens the door to his new dorm room - single room with his own bathroom which is pretty sweet - someone is already there. They're standing with their back to the door, looking out of the window which overlooks the courtyard. His window. "This is, uh, my room," he points out, wondering how someone could get into his locked dorm room without a key. Unless, of course, they had the key.
"Oh, it is," the other says as if suddenly remembering this fact. "I guess I should leave to let you unpack, right?" He turns and brushes past Kyuhyun, humming something just in the range of an undertone. Kyuhyun stands there stunned for several moments. One, because what the hell was someone doing in his room and two, the dude had been too good looking to be some random creeper.
In the end, Kyuhyun gives up thinking about it, and tosses his bags under his bed in favour of setting up his laptop for a good few hours of Starcraft.
"I'm not a first year!" his neighbour huffs in reply when Kyuhyun decides that maybe it might be a good idea to open the door when people are knocking. Besides, he's just taking a break.
"Oh. Then what are you then? A graduate student?" Kyuhyun eyes all five foot eight or so of the kid in front of him. Maybe opening the door and trying to be social was a bad idea.
The other boy huffs. "I'm a second year, so that makes me older than you and hyung said that I'm totally allowed to be mean to the first years." A confused pause. "Apparently...?" he adds, pursing his lips and letting his eyes stray.
Kyuhyun considers this. "Uhuh." Unconvinced.
"Ah, you haven't unpacked yet!" His eyes have landed on the bags tucked away still packed to bursting under the bag. The kid sounds scandalised, as if Kyuhyun not unpacking the moment he'd set foot over the threshold was some grave offense. Well, it wasn't his fault that someone had distracted him - and who had been in his room anyways?
"I'm Ryeowook by the way, and you should be nice to me. Or else I won't help you unpack and I won't make you cupcakes."
Kyuhyun steps aside to let the shorter boy into his room - not that he wants to but because maybe making enemies on the first day he's here before classes have even started might be a terrible idea. "Kyuhyun," he introduces himself. "And I don't want cupcakes."
Ryeowook gives him an unconcerned look before depositing himself, and Kyuhyun's bags, on top of Kyuhyun's bed. "Everyone wants cupcakes," he says confidently as he upends a pile of clothes onto the sheets, before another knock on the still open door interrupts.
"Oh good, you're here." The newest arrival invites himself into Kyuhyun's room (with a hint of either hysteria or desperation) and straight to Kyuhyun's bed and all Kyuhyun can do is wonder what he did to deserve this and maybe if he went back to his laptop they would all go away. Instead, he quietly shuts the door and slips back into the chair at his desk.
"Are you a second year too?" he asks.
The boy makes a face. "No, and Ryeowook's cupcakes are really good," he says, before launching himself onto Ryeowook. Kyuhyun mourns for his clothes.
"Ryeowook-ah, help me okay? I just looked at my textbooks for the next term and I don't know what I'm going to do!"
Ryeowook rolls his eyes and pushes the other boy away. "Hyung," he whines piteously, "the term hasn't even started yet so I know that you didn't open your textbooks! And no!" he yelps, forestalling whatever had been coming out of the other boy's mouth. "I am not calling Henry for you because he's not helping you with your term work when the term hasn't even begun yet!"
To be quite honest, Kyuhyun is wondering why this scene is taking place in his room at all, nevermind that he's barely settled in, even as Ryeowook is straightening his clothes out in piles and cautiously setting his notebooks in a stack just under the bed. First of all, this was his room. Second of all, someone had already invaded it before he had even arrived, and it didn't need people invading it after he was here too. Third of all...This was his room!
"You're supposed to be an English major!" Ryeowook is saying just as Kyuhyun tunes back into the plane of reality. "So quit bugging Henry for help!"
"Donghae!" Kyuhyun's heart sinks as someone barges through the closed - albeit unlocked - door and wonders if this is what it's going to be like for the rest of the term. But he feels a tiny glimmer of hope when the newest arrival says "C'mon, I need you for something," and drags the English major off.
"Oh, I'm Hyukjae and I'm in third year, so ask me if you don't know anything~" he adds, before escorting the two of them out the door.
"Kyuhyun," he replies belatedly. He resists the urge to massage his temples. It doesn't help that he can already feel the headache coming.
"Donghae's across the hall from you," Ryeowook explains as he extracts Kyuhyun's toothbrush. "So he might ask you for English help too."
"I can't speak English." Kyuhyun blinks. "And...you're folding my underwear."
It was Ryeowook's turn to blink, light colour spreading across his cheeks as he gingerly puts it back down. "Well, as long as you make sure to unpack!" he says, before he hops out the door.
This time, Kyuhyun makes sure to lock the door after he's closed it and resolves not to open it in an effort to be un-antisocial. Instead, he stretches his fingers, rolls his shoulders back, and sits back down in front of his laptop. Right now, he needs a break.
"That was mine!" Ryeowook whines as Donghae tugs the last chicken drumstick off Ryeowook's plate and onto his own.
Just on the other side of the glass windows of the cafeteria, the buds buried between leaves on the ends of the twigs are just breaking open to reveal the splashes of colour hiding inside. On this side, Kyuhyun is flipping through his calculus notes because he has a test in about an hour. His eyes burn a little from sleep deprivation (Donghae had comandeered his room for an impromptu English study session. As far as Kyuhyun could tell, it had been Henry finishing Donghae's assignments while Ryeowook had watched him from a corner, with Siwon being the only one actually doing his own assignment, before the entire pretense of studying had dissolved into a game of Settlers that hadn't ended until indecent hours of the next morning. Kyuhyun was just glad that he'd gotten Henry to help him a few days ago), but calc was easy. Sort of. But not easy enough that he was going to get worked up when Ryeowook starts stealing food off his plate.
Somewhere in the middle of the epsilon-delta proof of a limit, Kyuhyun finds out that the empty room on the other side of his is finally going to be occupied. "There were some family issues," Ryeowook explains to a vaguely confused Sungmin, "but Heechul mailed to say Zhou Mi was moving in tomorrow~"
"Zhou Mi?" Kyuhyun looks up from his notes because this might actually be important. Especially if Zhou Mi is a stalker. Or a pervert.
"Ummm...?" The look of confusion on Ryeowook's face is one that should only appear on kindergarteners and three week old puppies.
Kyuhyun blinks. "What?" he asks - and then pauses as his brain catches up. "...Did I say something out loud?"
"Don't worry we won't tell him." Donghae slaps him on the back good naturedly, although the glingt in his eyes is one that promises something along the lines of letting it slip for sure. Kyuhyun worries.
He spends his last class of the next day (linear algebra) absent mindedly doodling swirls in the margins of his notes. He stops when the girl in the seat next to him starts giving him progressively stranger looks as the swirls spill progressively over the edges of his notes. His hall is crazy enough, thanks very much. The room across the hall from his never seems to be quiet, Siwon insists that they should all go to Mass more often, Henry spends more time in Kyuhyun's room with Ryeowook than Kyuhyun does by himself, Sungmin seems to show up every other week with a different girl cooing over how adorable he is, he's still not sure what program Kibum is in because he never seems to go to class. The worst part of it is that Kyuhyun's room seems to have become the designated party room.
("It's because it's the biggest!" Donghae points out when Kyuhyun tries to block them at the doorway once.
Kyuhyun doesn't bother to retort that Donghae and Hyuk-jae's room is actually bigger than his, mostly because Donghae's argument for this revolved around complex formulas that actually made no sense and came down to not wanting to clean up after visitors.)
And Kyuhyun? Kyuhyun just wanted to be alone so he can finish his assignments and study in peace (and then play Starcraft into the wee hours of the morning but that was a different kettle of fish altogehter.) In other words, he really didn't think that another crazy person needed to move into their hall.
So when he opens his door that afternoon to a very familiar feeling, Kyuhyun almost freaks. "You!" he exclaims.
It's the kinda pretty guy from the start of term, standing as he had been at Kyuhyun's window. He turns, and grins. "Hi~" he greets, as if he hadn't been committing a heinous crime breaking into someone else's locked room.
"This is my room," Kyuhyun says with a dawning sense of deja vu.
"I know," the other man hums back, looking, if possible, more pleased with himself than he had been before. He doesn't seem to be leaving anytime soon, Kyuhyun notes.
"Please leave," he says. He feels proud of himself for sounding so calm and authorative when he would really like to punch him in the face. "You shouldn't be here."
The other man lets out a small chuckle. "You're cute," he says, and Kyuhyun doesn't really want to think why he sound so happy about that, and doesn't bother thinking anymore when it seems he'll finally be rid of this blight for a second time.
But Kyuhyun's conscious isn't quite done with the stranger, blurting out before he can stop it. "Zhou Mi?" it asks, while the more sensible part of his consciousness pulls out the paper fans and bazaookas.
For some reason, the other man finds this immensely amusing, a grin stretching across his face as he laughs. "I'm afraid not," he says, and Kyuhyun can only breathe a sigh of relief as he falls onto his bed. Because he is almost a hundred percent certain that someone who sneaks into freshmen's rooms is a creepy pervert. Probably.
Which was why Zhou Mi, when he did show up around twenty minutes later, arrived as a pleasant surprise. "He's not insane, he doesn't leave fake bugs all around my room, I don't think he even plays Risk, and apparently he doesn't have a girlfriend," he relates triumphantly later to one of his teammates in between rounds of Starcraft.
"Hi," Zhou Mi introduces himself. "If you don't have a habit of practicing lines at three in the morning, I think we'll get along well."
"Um," is Kyuhyun's eloquent reply. "Hi," is his equally smooth follow-up.
Zhou Mi turns out to be a third year Chemical Engineering student from China with legs a few miles long and the general constitution of a stick. His Korean starts out endearingly shaky before Kyuhyun overhears him having fluent conversation with one of the professors. HanKyung, the graduate student in charge of their hall, laughs when Kyuhyun complains.
"Oh Kyuhyun, he's just teasing you," he tells him, and sends him back to his room with an icecream bar.
(AND THEN SHIT HAPPENED)
Minho-centric
Minho gets a girlfriend.
He is, he thinks, Coping. There have been better ways to cope. This is not one of them. There have also been far worse. This is also not one of them.
She's pretty enough, with angular cheekbones and eyes that turn into crescent moons when she smiles, tiny hands and smaller wrists, ankles around which sandal straps twine, delicate and overwhelming at the same time. She is a good head shorter than he is, but few aren't. She's studying to become an accountant, but, she confides in him, what she really wants is to become an engineer, the sort that builds planes and designs rockets and might someday erect a space tower which can carry payloads of fifty kilograms at speeds of seventy kilometers an hour. This means nothing to him, but he smiles and nods and asks if she wants more coffee as he notices the acne scars hidden under her make up and the way her elbows are red and knobbly and how her smile pulls up further on the left than the right and her teeth are crooked and her nose is flat and—I'll be right back.
Her name is Kiyeon and she is pretty enough and she is Not Famous.
He is, he decides, Coping rather well.
(...so I wrote and started this and gave up on this while I was drunk so I have no idea what this is supposed to be l m f a o)
....yeah okay I'll dump the rest some other day.