Fic: Prompt generator stories
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j_gabrielleTitle: Prompt generator stories
Rating: PG13-NC17
Pairing: JongTae, OnTae, DongHo, Eunmin
Summary: Drabbles based on the prompts from the prompt generator
A/N: Based on this prompt from the prompt generator here and I swear, promise and all that, that I'll update my YeWon series soon, but yeah... Something short for now. :) This is for all, and everyone who has been kind enough to read and comment on any and every of the things I wrote. Thank you. I don't think I could have wrote like I did if it had not been for you guys and your kind words. ♥
Jonghyun | Taemin ⇒ what I've been dreaming of
Everyday is the same monotonous existence. Everyday is the same dull sepia colour that seeps into his very soul, draining all life, all hope from the deepest depths. Taemin knows he has the potential to be more than what he is now; a student who lives day to day on the wages of a part-time combi store worker. But then again, don't we all burn the same?
It happens on a rainy Monday night, when the store is barren save for him and the manager who is undoubtedly sneaking out through the back, so that means it's only him. Long curls tied back in a small bun, Taemin is cramming for the quiz at the end of the week when he steps in. Coming through the rain like a mirage.
He is soaked to the bone, looking every part a drowned puppy. Brown hair plastered against flushed skin, the dark of his clothes clung to his every contour and line and he had to have been undoubtedly cold. But he was smiling. He has his fingers interlaced with a pretty girl who was throwing her head back laughing, cheeks tinged pink as the stranger picks up a pink umbrella from the stand, only to put it back down and pull out a green one instead.
"This one?" His voice... His voice. Taemin knew in that instant that if there was one thing he could hear before he dies, this would be it. The voice of an angel. The voice unknown stranger.
Taemin is proud of himself that he had not stutter nor had he faltered in his speech when he hands the stranger back his change. The man merely grins and pulls his lady friend closer and walks out into the rain. Huddled under his new umbrella, holding her closer than ever.
'What I've been dreaming of...' Taemin thinks, watching the rain falling coloured by the city lights from behind the glass. 'Was meeting someone like you. Someone to bring the colours back.' He places his hand over the spot where the man had placed his palm to push the door open. 'Was you.'
Onew | Taemin ⇒ getting lost
"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg~~~!" Taemin whined, brushing sweaty locks out of his eyes. "Hyung!"
Onew merely frowns, his eyes not leaving the map in front of him. "Hyung! I think we can safely say that we're-" He is stopped by a warm and wet palm over his mouth. Onew has turned his frown on him.
"Taemin-ah, we are NOT. Okay? So let it rest. I'm pretty sure where we are." He smiles, eyes crinkling up. Taemin pouts and thinks viciously, 'Not, not... Yah! If only we'd opted to take the train...' He winced as the next step brings his sole directly onto the blister (or blisters) that have since mushroomed and made themselves very much at home. Onew must've noticed it, because in the next instant, he is crouching down and urging Taemin to climb on his back.
"You okay?" Onew asks, huffing after only a minute. "Just a little bit okay?" Taemin doesn't have the heart to tell him that they were probably going to die on this stupid road in the middle of no where with him in shoes that are probably designed for torture and him collapsing in a heap of unhealthy mess. The swaying motions of Onew's back and the warmth made Taemin's eyes droop and the dark cool embrace of sleep enveloped him.
"We're here." Onew wakes him in what feels like an eternity later. He opens his eyes to see Onew's face smiling down at him, bright with sweat, nostrils flared with exhaustion. Taemin looks left then, and notices the brilliant gold red of the sun and the picture no artist could ever hope to find or paint. Seoul is spread out in front of them, their twilight lights twinkling in greeting. "Ah, isn't it pretty?" The magnae turns to face his leader. Onew is smiling softly, his face awashed in the light. In that moment, Taemin paints the picture of Lee Jinki in his mind. And slips his hand into his. Onew notices this and beams at him. "Taemin-ah, there's no such thing called getting lost because we're always going somewhere. And even if we were, there is always something to find while we find ourselves. Remember that ok?"
Taemin wonders when did his bumbling, but lovable leader turn into such a philosopher. But he grins back, and squeezes the hand that clasps his. Maybe getting lost isn't all that bad when you have someone to hold your hand.
Donghae | Minho ⇒ feels like flying
Donghae is everything and yet nothing that everyone sees to expect. Minho certainly has never expected that this sunbae, this man, would be the one to have him hard as a rock in a minute flat and be the one who closes in around him like a warm, wet, silken vice.
"You like that?" Donghae asks as he slowly lowers himself onto his cock. All Minho could coherently come up with was a moan and thrashing his head to the side. Donghae has one hand on his shoulder for balance and another in his hair. Minho's hands on his hips are sure to leave a bruise and the way he is sucking on the older man's shoulder will leave evidences he is sure that everyone will see. He feels the smooth chuckles vibrate and soft lips mapping his nape. "It's your first time right?" He asks softly. Minho merely turns his away to hide the blush, but feels fingers turning his face. He is surprised to see a soft smile on Donghae's lips. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Minho..." He takes a sharp intake of a breath as he take him in to the hilt. "Being a virgin... You should... Be proud."
"But you're not?" The words escaped his lips before he could stop them and he feels his heartbeat accelerate. "I'm sorry..."
"You have nothing to be sorry about." Donghae wraps his arms around him, burying his nose into his neck. He has all but stilled his movement and while Minho would just like to scream at him to 'Move the fuck already!', he is afraid that he might hurt the man if he just suddenly moves. "I'm going to teach you something. I'm going to teach you..." His voice is low and husky when they whisper in his ear. "That sex is the only thing that you could ever feel to coming close to flying."
In years to come, Minho will remember nothing of the way the sheets stick to his skin and of the broken down air-conditioner. He'll only remember how this angel is painted by the bright neon lights that filter in from the gaps of the blinds, the way their last cigarettes taint the air, the feel of smooth skin, the warmth and heat of two bodies joined. He'll remember the soundtrack of the night to be of this angel's lustful moans and velveteen vocals as he says, "Come for me. Minho."
Eunhyuk | Sungmin ⇒ no one said it would be easy (part 1)
It always begins this way; Sungmin getting peeved by the smallest things, Eunhyuk getting the message wrong and someone ends up leaving the apartment in anger. And if Eunhyuk were the one leaving, like he is now, he'd always end up in this hole in the wall joint and drinks strawberry milk out of a tall glass because the bartender has seen what he acts like with three shots, two bottles of soju and one glass of brandy under his belt. And he's just too nice to turn him away, so strawberry milk in a tall glass it is.
He'll spend half the night fending off unwanted advances from both sides of the field and spend the entire time staring at his phone, willing Sungmin to call, or 'Goddammit be a man and call him!' Eunhyuk will polish off one tall glass of strawberry milk, or two depending on the severity of the fight (tonight it's two and a brandy glass full of milk; the bartender winces) and pay the bartender. When he leaves, he'll take a walk for a bit before heading back to where his car is.
When he'd met Sungmin, a kindergarten teacher, he'd been only looking for a one night stand. That turned into two. And then evolved to a date, and then two, and three. Two years down the road they'd moved into Sungmin's apartment. Three years down, and they'd been talking about getting a pet dog. Eunhyuk sighs. Sungmin was... Vibrant, vivacious, beautiful, fiery, unexpected and beyond everything he could hope for in someone to love. Even if he tried to stay angry, he could never remember what they'd fought about in the first place. 'Maybe it's my fault. I'm always a little dense...' He'd always think. And then he'd start the engine, making his way home.
Home is the small apartment with broken heating in the winter and crapshit cooling in the summer. Home is where Sungmin plays music on the piano, where they make love on the matress (and everywhere else) and where there is as much laughter as there is tears. Home... Is wherever Sungmin is.
Eunhyuk turns the key and enters in, only to be assaulted by a crying Sungmin apologising profusely into the front of his shirt. "I'm sorry too Min..." He kisses the top of his lover, no, partner's head. They stand in their dimly lit entranceway surrounded by their shoes and a half dead cactus they got as a present from one of their friends. "Let's go to bed okay?" Eunhyuk threads his fingers through Sungmin's wavy locks and smiling as he feels the other nod in assent.
Eunhyuk | Sungmin ⇒ no one said it would be easy (part 2)
Sungmin winces as he hears the front door slam shut. Angry tears leak and fall down the side of his face as he huddles himself on the couch. It's not his fault that Eunhyuk left! All he had wanted to do was talk about how Eunhyuk should "start picking up his socks" because "they do not belong on the furniture" and somehow it ended up being "do you honestly think I'm your slave??" and that ended with Eunhyuk throwing his hands in the air and storming out of the apartment.
He wants a drink. Like, fucking badly wants a drink. But he knows better to drink on a work night. The picture of them both on holiday in Italy last year taunts him and he has half the mind to throw it out the open balcony doors, but the frame is from Eunhyuk's mother and is antique. And Sungmin knows better than to throw good antique.
When he'd first met Eunhyuk, he'd just been dumped by his ex (Cho Kyuhyun and his acne ridden face can rot in hell yes please) for his ex best friend (Henry Lau and his stupid fat chubby fake baby cheeks can be eaten by piranhas in the Han River) and he'd been out with Heechul who'd said, "I'm not fucking friends with someone who knows better than to huddle under the covers in Transformers pajama bottoms" and proceeded to primp and spruce him up for a night in town. He had had enough alcohol in the system to appreciate the warmth of the bodies pressed against his on the dance floor, but when Eunhyuk kissed him in the cold air of Seoul, he'd remembered that.
So when they'd exchanged numbers the morning after, he'd not been expecting anything out of it. And somehow, not expecting anything brought him three years of bliss and the thought that maybe, 'He's the One' and the picture of a bigger house and a baby to call their own.
Sungmin isn't stupid, he knows it's him. Eunhyuk's too sweet to ever throw a tantrum or a fit when his needs aren't met. Eunhyuk is, to him, the one who makes him laugh without any effort, tells the lamest jokes and somehow makes it seem like the first time Sungmin hears it, holds him close whenever there is a lightening storm, loves him despite his OCD-ness and the fact that he makes love like a god is only the bonus of the whole equation. The big, big bonus in the side. And everyday he wakes up in his arms, and everyday he sees that gummy smile greet him in the morning, he knows, knows that he could never live if Eunhyuk leaves.
He hold the picture frame close to his chest and lets a stream of tears fall. He picks up his phone from the table, wanting to call, when he hears the front door lock click open. Within seconds, he is up from the sofa and crashing into his better half's arms. Apologising profusely, he buries himself into Eunhyuk's chest, breathing in the scent of smoke and the remnants of his cologne.
"Let's go to bed okay?" He hears it whispered, and he nods. Drawing back, he pulls the other to their room, their bed. No one said relationships were easy, and this Sungmin knows better than anyone else, but when you find someone who takes your breath away each day, sweeps you off your feet and makes you want to be a better person, it makes everything that much better.
A/N: I kinda... Liked doing this... Probably do it again? Whaddya guys think? :DD
Rating: PG13-NC17
Pairing: JongTae, OnTae, DongHo, Eunmin
Summary: Drabbles based on the prompts from the prompt generator
A/N: Based on this prompt from the prompt generator here and I swear, promise and all that, that I'll update my YeWon series soon, but yeah... Something short for now. :) This is for all, and everyone who has been kind enough to read and comment on any and every of the things I wrote. Thank you. I don't think I could have wrote like I did if it had not been for you guys and your kind words. ♥
Jonghyun | Taemin ⇒ what I've been dreaming of
Everyday is the same monotonous existence. Everyday is the same dull sepia colour that seeps into his very soul, draining all life, all hope from the deepest depths. Taemin knows he has the potential to be more than what he is now; a student who lives day to day on the wages of a part-time combi store worker. But then again, don't we all burn the same?
It happens on a rainy Monday night, when the store is barren save for him and the manager who is undoubtedly sneaking out through the back, so that means it's only him. Long curls tied back in a small bun, Taemin is cramming for the quiz at the end of the week when he steps in. Coming through the rain like a mirage.
He is soaked to the bone, looking every part a drowned puppy. Brown hair plastered against flushed skin, the dark of his clothes clung to his every contour and line and he had to have been undoubtedly cold. But he was smiling. He has his fingers interlaced with a pretty girl who was throwing her head back laughing, cheeks tinged pink as the stranger picks up a pink umbrella from the stand, only to put it back down and pull out a green one instead.
"This one?" His voice... His voice. Taemin knew in that instant that if there was one thing he could hear before he dies, this would be it. The voice of an angel. The voice unknown stranger.
Taemin is proud of himself that he had not stutter nor had he faltered in his speech when he hands the stranger back his change. The man merely grins and pulls his lady friend closer and walks out into the rain. Huddled under his new umbrella, holding her closer than ever.
'What I've been dreaming of...' Taemin thinks, watching the rain falling coloured by the city lights from behind the glass. 'Was meeting someone like you. Someone to bring the colours back.' He places his hand over the spot where the man had placed his palm to push the door open. 'Was you.'
Onew | Taemin ⇒ getting lost
"Hyuuuuuunnnnggggg~~~!" Taemin whined, brushing sweaty locks out of his eyes. "Hyung!"
Onew merely frowns, his eyes not leaving the map in front of him. "Hyung! I think we can safely say that we're-" He is stopped by a warm and wet palm over his mouth. Onew has turned his frown on him.
"Taemin-ah, we are NOT. Okay? So let it rest. I'm pretty sure where we are." He smiles, eyes crinkling up. Taemin pouts and thinks viciously, 'Not, not... Yah! If only we'd opted to take the train...' He winced as the next step brings his sole directly onto the blister (or blisters) that have since mushroomed and made themselves very much at home. Onew must've noticed it, because in the next instant, he is crouching down and urging Taemin to climb on his back.
"You okay?" Onew asks, huffing after only a minute. "Just a little bit okay?" Taemin doesn't have the heart to tell him that they were probably going to die on this stupid road in the middle of no where with him in shoes that are probably designed for torture and him collapsing in a heap of unhealthy mess. The swaying motions of Onew's back and the warmth made Taemin's eyes droop and the dark cool embrace of sleep enveloped him.
"We're here." Onew wakes him in what feels like an eternity later. He opens his eyes to see Onew's face smiling down at him, bright with sweat, nostrils flared with exhaustion. Taemin looks left then, and notices the brilliant gold red of the sun and the picture no artist could ever hope to find or paint. Seoul is spread out in front of them, their twilight lights twinkling in greeting. "Ah, isn't it pretty?" The magnae turns to face his leader. Onew is smiling softly, his face awashed in the light. In that moment, Taemin paints the picture of Lee Jinki in his mind. And slips his hand into his. Onew notices this and beams at him. "Taemin-ah, there's no such thing called getting lost because we're always going somewhere. And even if we were, there is always something to find while we find ourselves. Remember that ok?"
Taemin wonders when did his bumbling, but lovable leader turn into such a philosopher. But he grins back, and squeezes the hand that clasps his. Maybe getting lost isn't all that bad when you have someone to hold your hand.
Donghae | Minho ⇒ feels like flying
Donghae is everything and yet nothing that everyone sees to expect. Minho certainly has never expected that this sunbae, this man, would be the one to have him hard as a rock in a minute flat and be the one who closes in around him like a warm, wet, silken vice.
"You like that?" Donghae asks as he slowly lowers himself onto his cock. All Minho could coherently come up with was a moan and thrashing his head to the side. Donghae has one hand on his shoulder for balance and another in his hair. Minho's hands on his hips are sure to leave a bruise and the way he is sucking on the older man's shoulder will leave evidences he is sure that everyone will see. He feels the smooth chuckles vibrate and soft lips mapping his nape. "It's your first time right?" He asks softly. Minho merely turns his away to hide the blush, but feels fingers turning his face. He is surprised to see a soft smile on Donghae's lips. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Minho..." He takes a sharp intake of a breath as he take him in to the hilt. "Being a virgin... You should... Be proud."
"But you're not?" The words escaped his lips before he could stop them and he feels his heartbeat accelerate. "I'm sorry..."
"You have nothing to be sorry about." Donghae wraps his arms around him, burying his nose into his neck. He has all but stilled his movement and while Minho would just like to scream at him to 'Move the fuck already!', he is afraid that he might hurt the man if he just suddenly moves. "I'm going to teach you something. I'm going to teach you..." His voice is low and husky when they whisper in his ear. "That sex is the only thing that you could ever feel to coming close to flying."
In years to come, Minho will remember nothing of the way the sheets stick to his skin and of the broken down air-conditioner. He'll only remember how this angel is painted by the bright neon lights that filter in from the gaps of the blinds, the way their last cigarettes taint the air, the feel of smooth skin, the warmth and heat of two bodies joined. He'll remember the soundtrack of the night to be of this angel's lustful moans and velveteen vocals as he says, "Come for me. Minho."
Eunhyuk | Sungmin ⇒ no one said it would be easy (part 1)
It always begins this way; Sungmin getting peeved by the smallest things, Eunhyuk getting the message wrong and someone ends up leaving the apartment in anger. And if Eunhyuk were the one leaving, like he is now, he'd always end up in this hole in the wall joint and drinks strawberry milk out of a tall glass because the bartender has seen what he acts like with three shots, two bottles of soju and one glass of brandy under his belt. And he's just too nice to turn him away, so strawberry milk in a tall glass it is.
He'll spend half the night fending off unwanted advances from both sides of the field and spend the entire time staring at his phone, willing Sungmin to call, or 'Goddammit be a man and call him!' Eunhyuk will polish off one tall glass of strawberry milk, or two depending on the severity of the fight (tonight it's two and a brandy glass full of milk; the bartender winces) and pay the bartender. When he leaves, he'll take a walk for a bit before heading back to where his car is.
When he'd met Sungmin, a kindergarten teacher, he'd been only looking for a one night stand. That turned into two. And then evolved to a date, and then two, and three. Two years down the road they'd moved into Sungmin's apartment. Three years down, and they'd been talking about getting a pet dog. Eunhyuk sighs. Sungmin was... Vibrant, vivacious, beautiful, fiery, unexpected and beyond everything he could hope for in someone to love. Even if he tried to stay angry, he could never remember what they'd fought about in the first place. 'Maybe it's my fault. I'm always a little dense...' He'd always think. And then he'd start the engine, making his way home.
Home is the small apartment with broken heating in the winter and crapshit cooling in the summer. Home is where Sungmin plays music on the piano, where they make love on the matress (and everywhere else) and where there is as much laughter as there is tears. Home... Is wherever Sungmin is.
Eunhyuk turns the key and enters in, only to be assaulted by a crying Sungmin apologising profusely into the front of his shirt. "I'm sorry too Min..." He kisses the top of his lover, no, partner's head. They stand in their dimly lit entranceway surrounded by their shoes and a half dead cactus they got as a present from one of their friends. "Let's go to bed okay?" Eunhyuk threads his fingers through Sungmin's wavy locks and smiling as he feels the other nod in assent.
Eunhyuk | Sungmin ⇒ no one said it would be easy (part 2)
Sungmin winces as he hears the front door slam shut. Angry tears leak and fall down the side of his face as he huddles himself on the couch. It's not his fault that Eunhyuk left! All he had wanted to do was talk about how Eunhyuk should "start picking up his socks" because "they do not belong on the furniture" and somehow it ended up being "do you honestly think I'm your slave??" and that ended with Eunhyuk throwing his hands in the air and storming out of the apartment.
He wants a drink. Like, fucking badly wants a drink. But he knows better to drink on a work night. The picture of them both on holiday in Italy last year taunts him and he has half the mind to throw it out the open balcony doors, but the frame is from Eunhyuk's mother and is antique. And Sungmin knows better than to throw good antique.
When he'd first met Eunhyuk, he'd just been dumped by his ex (Cho Kyuhyun and his acne ridden face can rot in hell yes please) for his ex best friend (Henry Lau and his stupid fat chubby fake baby cheeks can be eaten by piranhas in the Han River) and he'd been out with Heechul who'd said, "I'm not fucking friends with someone who knows better than to huddle under the covers in Transformers pajama bottoms" and proceeded to primp and spruce him up for a night in town. He had had enough alcohol in the system to appreciate the warmth of the bodies pressed against his on the dance floor, but when Eunhyuk kissed him in the cold air of Seoul, he'd remembered that.
So when they'd exchanged numbers the morning after, he'd not been expecting anything out of it. And somehow, not expecting anything brought him three years of bliss and the thought that maybe, 'He's the One' and the picture of a bigger house and a baby to call their own.
Sungmin isn't stupid, he knows it's him. Eunhyuk's too sweet to ever throw a tantrum or a fit when his needs aren't met. Eunhyuk is, to him, the one who makes him laugh without any effort, tells the lamest jokes and somehow makes it seem like the first time Sungmin hears it, holds him close whenever there is a lightening storm, loves him despite his OCD-ness and the fact that he makes love like a god is only the bonus of the whole equation. The big, big bonus in the side. And everyday he wakes up in his arms, and everyday he sees that gummy smile greet him in the morning, he knows, knows that he could never live if Eunhyuk leaves.
He hold the picture frame close to his chest and lets a stream of tears fall. He picks up his phone from the table, wanting to call, when he hears the front door lock click open. Within seconds, he is up from the sofa and crashing into his better half's arms. Apologising profusely, he buries himself into Eunhyuk's chest, breathing in the scent of smoke and the remnants of his cologne.
"Let's go to bed okay?" He hears it whispered, and he nods. Drawing back, he pulls the other to their room, their bed. No one said relationships were easy, and this Sungmin knows better than anyone else, but when you find someone who takes your breath away each day, sweeps you off your feet and makes you want to be a better person, it makes everything that much better.
A/N: I kinda... Liked doing this... Probably do it again? Whaddya guys think? :DD
