The landscape was intimidating. Yixing had never seen anything like this in his life. His old house back in his little village seemed insignificant to this majestic architecture surrounding him. But all he could think about was how cold it was. The snow never ending, the chill biting.
“So many before you have tried and failed,” the elderly royal advisor reminded him. “The prince isn’t a bad person. His heart needs to heal. He has to see the good in humanity again. Are you confident you can put an end to this?” he gestured at the snow, the cold.
Yixing shivered and looked up at the castle towering over them. Inside was a prince. A man in fear of himself, of his gift. Prince Minseok who lost his way after the brutal assassination of his parents. Unable to control his power he had turned this city into an icy nightmare.
Yixing thought about the question as they stepped inside the castle. It was even colder inside. He had a gift too but would it be enough for this?
When he finally faced the prince, he had his answer. He would save this soul, if only to see those lips smile.
23. baeklay; Image (Snowy City)
Yixing huddles a little deeper into his coat, wind sharp against his skin. Pennants splash colour through the city surging up around them—if only it weren’t so damn cold, it would’ve been beautiful.
“Almost there,” Baekhyun murmurs encouragingly beside him. His face is half buried in his scarf, his cheeks pink.
“Is it always this cold?” Yixing asks.
“No,” Baekhyun says, and Yixing breathes a sigh of relief because they’re going to be here for at least a month—“Just most of the time!”
“Hey! That’s not what you said when we left Fenmont—”
“I said it’s not that cold,” Baekhyun cuts him off. “Besides…”
“Besides what?”
Suddenly, Baekhyun is so close that Yixing’s eyes cross—their lips brush so briefly it might as well have been a touch of snow.
“We’ll definitely stay warm,” Baekhyun says. His eyes glint with mischief, and Yixing’s heart skips a beat.
24. Chen/Xiumin; Image (Snowy City)
“Daddy, I learned something awesome in history class today! You need to hear it!”
Jongdae smiles as his ecstatic ten year old runs up to him for a hug. “Of course darling, tell me all about it in the car.”
It’s almost another year, Jongdae thinks to himself. He gives his daughter a chaste kiss as he goes to buckle her seatbelt.
Jongdae turns on the radio at a low volume and mentally checks off his to do list. Laundry? Done. Do we need more dish soap? No. Oh, I think I need to pick up some clementines—
“because Chen left!“
Jongdae suddenly tunes in to his daughter’s ramblings. “What did you say sweetie?”
“I said, that’s why it randomly snows on my birthday every single year!”
Jongdae tenses. “And why is that?”
“Oh daddy, you’re so silly. I already said! It’s because on my birthday, the snow god Xiumin was left by his lover Chen who chose the mortal life over him. His tears turn into snowflakes!”
Jongdae feels his chest tighten.
“It’s sad, right daddy? I wish Xiumin wouldn’t cry anymore and gets his one true love back!”
“I do too,” Jongdae whispers sadly. I do too.
25. suho/lay; Baby Don't Cry | Warnings: implied character death
Silver flashes across the surface of the sea like diamonds, the calm after the storm. The water molds around him like a second skin, yet Joonmyun struggles in its sudden unfamiliarity, yearning for just one more moment on the land from which Yixing has launched himself, swimming towards Joonmyun in frantic strokes.
Yixing can barely swim—it’s how Joonmyun had fallen in love. But there is little Joonmyun can do now. His hands have faded into foam, the knife, still clean, sinks below the waves where it belongs, leaving behind an ache of relief.
“You weren’t supposed to find the letter yet,” and Joonmyun chokes on the words, because even at the end, he can’t get things right. “Go back, you’ll drown—you’ll die.”
But Yixing doesn’t, because Yixing is stubborn, and Yixing’s head dips below and Joonmyun’s heart drops and he comes up sputtering, gasping for breath, beads of water trailing down his face.
“If you told me, if I knew—I would’ve died for you in a heartbeat—”
“It’s why I didn’t,” Joonmyun says—but his voice has already melted into the sea, and only the waves lapping against the beach are left to carry his reply.
26. Suho/Chen; To the stars
Junmyeon walks in long strides, his steps echoing steadily against the shuttle's metal floor as he enters the cockpit. It isn't his first time flying, and he's got nothing to be afraid of.
"Hyung," someone says from behind him and Junmyeon turns around.
Jongdae is standing right at the cockpit's threshold, nervous smile on his face and his helmet under his arm. He looks petite in his suit, the bulky layers making his head look tiny in comparison to his wide body.
"Will we really be okay?" Jongdae asks.
"Of course," Junmyeon answers as he moves around, flipping switches and pressing buttons as they prepare for take off. "Being in space is an incredible experience, you'll love it."
Jongdae doesn't offer a response, instead taking his seat and mirroring Junmyeon as he straps himself in. His hands are visibly shaking as they grip onto his helmet, and Junmyeon softens at the sight.
"It'll be fun. Trust your captain, okay?" Junmyeon smiles, putting his hand over one of Jongdae's and squeezing.
Junmyeon gets a smile this time, Jongdae's eyes crinkles telling him it's a genuine one.
"To the stars?" Junmyeon asks Jongdae when they're ready for take off.
"To the stars!"
27. Sehun, Suho; Image (Truck)
Sehun stretches beside him on the grass -- lazily, carelessly, heedless of the cameras zooming in on them and the staff scurrying around them -- and not for the first time does Junmyeon find himself transfixed. A little envious even, because what he wouldn't give for Sehun's ever growing height and the way his modelesque figure managed to salvage even the most ridiculous styling.
"You've grown so much," Junmyeon can't help commenting, eyes trailing down Sehun's long torso, his longer legs. His ankles peek out from between the hemline of his pants and his shoes, not entirely by design.
A small, smug smile spreads across Sehun's face. "I couldn't stay cute and pocket-sized forever, hyung. Not like some people."
It's easy not to rise to the bait, especially when Junmyeon’s known Sehun for as long as he has. Long-earned affection filters every one of Sehun’s misdemeanors in Junmyeon’s eyes, transforms them into love bites as gentle as Byul’s.
“You’ll always be cute to me,” Junmyeon assures him, leaning over to rest his head on Sehun’s shoulder. It’s easier to manage, lying down together like this instead of standing side by side. The distance between them doesn’t seem quite so far.
28. Chanyeol/Kyungsoo; Image (Truck)
"Red Velvet, Taemin, Tiffany noona," Chanyeol pauses as he counts them off on his fingers, checking for any signs of a roaming Baekhyun because amiable or not, a break-up was still a break-up, "Taeyeon noona. We should’ve known they would’ve eventually sent us over here for filming too."
"It's practically as much of an SM tradition as someone breaking their leg. Or a lawsuit," Kyungsoo agrees dryly. He wipes at the endless sweat forming at the nape of his neck, but honestly, he deserves it for insisting on his all-black nonsense despite knowing California was very obviously much hotter than Seoul. Chanyeol wonders at his chances of Kyungsoo stripping off his shirt like the rest of them already have, at how long that stubbornness of his can hold out.
Besides Kyungsoo’s lack of cooperation though, Chanyeol can’t really complain. The MV shoot’s been more of a vacation than a job this time around, especially after they had gotten the dance scenes out of the way. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend he’s on a real break, not just from filming. That Kyungsoo’s sitting beside him on the California coast because he wants to, not because he’s on standby.
29. Minseok/Jongdae; Image (Truck)
"Wait!" Jongdae trembled as Minseok detached his mouth from his neck. "Isn't your father coming to the corn field next?"
Looking out the window Jongdae identified an identical truck just a few kilometers away though the naughty glint in Minseok's eyes already told him everything.
"Yes," Minseok said with a grin before slipping a hand inside Jongdae's loose trousers, "so that gives us about half an hour until he finds us, better make the most of it," he winked before lowering his head down on Jongdae's lap. The inside of the trunk was cramped and under the scorching sun it felt hotter than desirable but Jongdae could barely think once Minseok's plump lips wrapped around his cock.
And to think Jongdae fought with his parents before going all the way over to the countryside. He would need to apologize once he went back; summer jobs are really fun after all.
30. Sehun/Junmyeon; Baby Don't Cry | Warnings: gore
Junmyeon's laughter dissolves into bubbles inside the artificial tank. It amuses him to see the lackeys eyeing his sharp fangs with fear as his grin grows wider behind Sehun's back.
The way Sehun dismisses them is haughty, filled with foolish indifference and a twinge of impatience as the young lord has itches to be alone with his newest and precious acquisition.
Once Sehun closes the door he almost but dashes toward the tank, eyes wide and searching from Junmyeon's hair to his fin and scales. Junmyeon preens under the attention and when Sehun reaches out for him with his hand in the water he adoringly links their hands together.
It reminds him of his capture: Sehun's poorly conceived trap made with only a handful of gold and sapphires, not knowing that what really attracted Junmyeon was the 63kg of human flesh for him to sink into.
Sehun tugs on his hand and Junmyeon is pulled to the surface where dry lips await to kiss his. Sehun tastes sweet and fruity, quite the delicacy you can't find anywhere in the sea.
Junmyeon can't wait to rip his head off; he'll make the most beautiful decoration in his own throne with it.
31. Sehun/Lay; To the stars
“Look at the stars. Beautiful.”
Yixing may be staring at the stars, but Sehun is focused only on Yixing. Sehun touches Yixing’s dimple.
Yixing holds Sehun’s hand there, rubbing his cheek into Sehun’s palm. “I’ll miss you,” he says quietly.
Sehun doesn’t reply.
Yixing tugs at Sehun’s arm. “Hey. You’re not gonna miss me?”
Sehun retracts his arm and shifts away from Yixing. “Of course I’ll miss you. Even more than you’ll miss me…”
“Stop sulking.” Yixing hits Sehun playfully and snuggles closer to him, resting his head on Sehun. “It’s our last night together.”
“Keep rubbing it in.”
Yixing hits Sehun again. “Stop being dramatic is all I’m saying! I won’t be able to kiss your dumb face for a year and you’re gonna treat me like this?”
“You’re the one leaving me.”
That’s when it dawns on Yixing. Sehun tries to hide it, but Yixing knows. He knows how much Sehun’s been hurt in the past.
“Just…look at the stars and think of us. The stars will always be there, and so will I.”
Sehun relaxes. He can hear it in Yixing’s voice, and he can see it in the stars. He and Yixing won’t be torn apart.
32. kai; Baby Don't Cry
The music starts and the lights flash on him as the crowd surges, chanting his name: Kim Jongin. Kim Jongin. Jongin zones out the crowd, letting his body follow the music. A short break before the lights are back on him. His body flows like the water under his feet. It’s cold—but Jongin closes his eyes and let’s himself sink in it. The crowd surges again, louder this time, as his limbs move to the music and water splashes over the edge. Jongin breathes deep.
This is living, he thinks as he falls to his knees.
Cry, cry, cry.
33. chinguline; Image (Truck)
"Chanyeol, I thought you said you would pack our lunch." Kyungsoo's voice is unimpressed, arms crossed in front of him as he eyes the back of the truck.
"I did!" Chanyeol says.
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. There’s three bodies in the trunk, all completely drained of blood. That’s not lunch.
“Looks like someone ate it already,” Jongdae says with a huff.
Three pairs of eyes turn to the last member of their group where he sits hunched over on the ground, trying to look as small as possible.
"Chanyeol..."
"It wasn't me!"
"You have a little something on your lip,” Kyungsoo says, gesturing towards Chanyeol’s mouth.
Chanyeol wipes at his mouth, flushing guiltily when his thumb comes away streaked with red. "I'm sorry, I was hun—ow, Kyungsoo!" he yelps, flailing at the sharp tug on his ear.
"Newborns," Baekhyun sighs, shoving the leg hanging out back into the trunk.
Round 2: Drabbles 22 - 33
22. Xiumin/Lay; Image (Snowy City)
The landscape was intimidating. Yixing had never seen anything like this in his life. His old house back in his little village seemed insignificant to this majestic architecture surrounding him. But all he could think about was how cold it was. The snow never ending, the chill biting.
“So many before you have tried and failed,” the elderly royal advisor reminded him. “The prince isn’t a bad person. His heart needs to heal. He has to see the good in humanity again. Are you confident you can put an end to this?” he gestured at the snow, the cold.
Yixing shivered and looked up at the castle towering over them. Inside was a prince. A man in fear of himself, of his gift. Prince Minseok who lost his way after the brutal assassination of his parents. Unable to control his power he had turned this city into an icy nightmare.
Yixing thought about the question as they stepped inside the castle. It was even colder inside. He had a gift too but would it be enough for this?
When he finally faced the prince, he had his answer. He would save this soul, if only to see those lips smile.
23. baeklay; Image (Snowy City)
Yixing huddles a little deeper into his coat, wind sharp against his skin. Pennants splash colour through the city surging up around them—if only it weren’t so damn cold, it would’ve been beautiful.
“Almost there,” Baekhyun murmurs encouragingly beside him. His face is half buried in his scarf, his cheeks pink.
“Is it always this cold?” Yixing asks.
“No,” Baekhyun says, and Yixing breathes a sigh of relief because they’re going to be here for at least a month—“Just most of the time!”
“Hey! That’s not what you said when we left Fenmont—”
“I said it’s not that cold,” Baekhyun cuts him off. “Besides…”
“Besides what?”
Suddenly, Baekhyun is so close that Yixing’s eyes cross—their lips brush so briefly it might as well have been a touch of snow.
“We’ll definitely stay warm,” Baekhyun says. His eyes glint with mischief, and Yixing’s heart skips a beat.
24. Chen/Xiumin; Image (Snowy City)
“Daddy, I learned something awesome in history class today! You need to hear it!”
Jongdae smiles as his ecstatic ten year old runs up to him for a hug. “Of course darling, tell me all about it in the car.”
It’s almost another year, Jongdae thinks to himself. He gives his daughter a chaste kiss as he goes to buckle her seatbelt.
Jongdae turns on the radio at a low volume and mentally checks off his to do list. Laundry? Done. Do we need more dish soap? No. Oh, I think I need to pick up some clementines—
“because Chen left!“
Jongdae suddenly tunes in to his daughter’s ramblings. “What did you say sweetie?”
“I said, that’s why it randomly snows on my birthday every single year!”
Jongdae tenses. “And why is that?”
“Oh daddy, you’re so silly. I already said! It’s because on my birthday, the snow god Xiumin was left by his lover Chen who chose the mortal life over him. His tears turn into snowflakes!”
Jongdae feels his chest tighten.
“It’s sad, right daddy? I wish Xiumin wouldn’t cry anymore and gets his one true love back!”
“I do too,” Jongdae whispers sadly. I do too.
25. suho/lay; Baby Don't Cry | Warnings: implied character death
Silver flashes across the surface of the sea like diamonds, the calm after the storm. The water molds around him like a second skin, yet Joonmyun struggles in its sudden unfamiliarity, yearning for just one more moment on the land from which Yixing has launched himself, swimming towards Joonmyun in frantic strokes.
Yixing can barely swim—it’s how Joonmyun had fallen in love. But there is little Joonmyun can do now. His hands have faded into foam, the knife, still clean, sinks below the waves where it belongs, leaving behind an ache of relief.
“You weren’t supposed to find the letter yet,” and Joonmyun chokes on the words, because even at the end, he can’t get things right. “Go back, you’ll drown—you’ll die.”
But Yixing doesn’t, because Yixing is stubborn, and Yixing’s head dips below and Joonmyun’s heart drops and he comes up sputtering, gasping for breath, beads of water trailing down his face.
“If you told me, if I knew—I would’ve died for you in a heartbeat—”
“It’s why I didn’t,” Joonmyun says—but his voice has already melted into the sea, and only the waves lapping against the beach are left to carry his reply.
26. Suho/Chen; To the stars
Junmyeon walks in long strides, his steps echoing steadily against the shuttle's metal floor as he enters the cockpit. It isn't his first time flying, and he's got nothing to be afraid of.
"Hyung," someone says from behind him and Junmyeon turns around.
Jongdae is standing right at the cockpit's threshold, nervous smile on his face and his helmet under his arm. He looks petite in his suit, the bulky layers making his head look tiny in comparison to his wide body.
"Will we really be okay?" Jongdae asks.
"Of course," Junmyeon answers as he moves around, flipping switches and pressing buttons as they prepare for take off. "Being in space is an incredible experience, you'll love it."
Jongdae doesn't offer a response, instead taking his seat and mirroring Junmyeon as he straps himself in. His hands are visibly shaking as they grip onto his helmet, and Junmyeon softens at the sight.
"It'll be fun. Trust your captain, okay?" Junmyeon smiles, putting his hand over one of Jongdae's and squeezing.
Junmyeon gets a smile this time, Jongdae's eyes crinkles telling him it's a genuine one.
"To the stars?" Junmyeon asks Jongdae when they're ready for take off.
"To the stars!"
27. Sehun, Suho; Image (Truck)
Sehun stretches beside him on the grass -- lazily, carelessly, heedless of the cameras zooming in on them and the staff scurrying around them -- and not for the first time does Junmyeon find himself transfixed. A little envious even, because what he wouldn't give for Sehun's ever growing height and the way his modelesque figure managed to salvage even the most ridiculous styling.
"You've grown so much," Junmyeon can't help commenting, eyes trailing down Sehun's long torso, his longer legs. His ankles peek out from between the hemline of his pants and his shoes, not entirely by design.
A small, smug smile spreads across Sehun's face. "I couldn't stay cute and pocket-sized forever, hyung. Not like some people."
It's easy not to rise to the bait, especially when Junmyeon’s known Sehun for as long as he has. Long-earned affection filters every one of Sehun’s misdemeanors in Junmyeon’s eyes, transforms them into love bites as gentle as Byul’s.
“You’ll always be cute to me,” Junmyeon assures him, leaning over to rest his head on Sehun’s shoulder. It’s easier to manage, lying down together like this instead of standing side by side. The distance between them doesn’t seem quite so far.
28. Chanyeol/Kyungsoo; Image (Truck)
"Red Velvet, Taemin, Tiffany noona," Chanyeol pauses as he counts them off on his fingers, checking for any signs of a roaming Baekhyun because amiable or not, a break-up was still a break-up, "Taeyeon noona. We should’ve known they would’ve eventually sent us over here for filming too."
"It's practically as much of an SM tradition as someone breaking their leg. Or a lawsuit," Kyungsoo agrees dryly. He wipes at the endless sweat forming at the nape of his neck, but honestly, he deserves it for insisting on his all-black nonsense despite knowing California was very obviously much hotter than Seoul. Chanyeol wonders at his chances of Kyungsoo stripping off his shirt like the rest of them already have, at how long that stubbornness of his can hold out.
Besides Kyungsoo’s lack of cooperation though, Chanyeol can’t really complain. The MV shoot’s been more of a vacation than a job this time around, especially after they had gotten the dance scenes out of the way. If he closes his eyes, he can pretend he’s on a real break, not just from filming. That Kyungsoo’s sitting beside him on the California coast because he wants to, not because he’s on standby.
29. Minseok/Jongdae; Image (Truck)
"Wait!" Jongdae trembled as Minseok detached his mouth from his neck. "Isn't your father coming to the corn field next?"
Looking out the window Jongdae identified an identical truck just a few kilometers away though the naughty glint in Minseok's eyes already told him everything.
"Yes," Minseok said with a grin before slipping a hand inside Jongdae's loose trousers, "so that gives us about half an hour until he finds us, better make the most of it," he winked before lowering his head down on Jongdae's lap. The inside of the trunk was cramped and under the scorching sun it felt hotter than desirable but Jongdae could barely think once Minseok's plump lips wrapped around his cock.
And to think Jongdae fought with his parents before going all the way over to the countryside. He would need to apologize once he went back; summer jobs are really fun after all.
30. Sehun/Junmyeon; Baby Don't Cry | Warnings: gore
Junmyeon's laughter dissolves into bubbles inside the artificial tank. It amuses him to see the lackeys eyeing his sharp fangs with fear as his grin grows wider behind Sehun's back.
The way Sehun dismisses them is haughty, filled with foolish indifference and a twinge of impatience as the young lord has itches to be alone with his newest and precious acquisition.
Once Sehun closes the door he almost but dashes toward the tank, eyes wide and searching from Junmyeon's hair to his fin and scales. Junmyeon preens under the attention and when Sehun reaches out for him with his hand in the water he adoringly links their hands together.
It reminds him of his capture: Sehun's poorly conceived trap made with only a handful of gold and sapphires, not knowing that what really attracted Junmyeon was the 63kg of human flesh for him to sink into.
Sehun tugs on his hand and Junmyeon is pulled to the surface where dry lips await to kiss his. Sehun tastes sweet and fruity, quite the delicacy you can't find anywhere in the sea.
Junmyeon can't wait to rip his head off; he'll make the most beautiful decoration in his own throne with it.
31. Sehun/Lay; To the stars
“Look at the stars. Beautiful.”
Yixing may be staring at the stars, but Sehun is focused only on Yixing. Sehun touches Yixing’s dimple.
Yixing holds Sehun’s hand there, rubbing his cheek into Sehun’s palm. “I’ll miss you,” he says quietly.
Sehun doesn’t reply.
Yixing tugs at Sehun’s arm. “Hey. You’re not gonna miss me?”
Sehun retracts his arm and shifts away from Yixing. “Of course I’ll miss you. Even more than you’ll miss me…”
“Stop sulking.” Yixing hits Sehun playfully and snuggles closer to him, resting his head on Sehun. “It’s our last night together.”
“Keep rubbing it in.”
Yixing hits Sehun again. “Stop being dramatic is all I’m saying! I won’t be able to kiss your dumb face for a year and you’re gonna treat me like this?”
“You’re the one leaving me.”
That’s when it dawns on Yixing. Sehun tries to hide it, but Yixing knows. He knows how much Sehun’s been hurt in the past.
“Just…look at the stars and think of us. The stars will always be there, and so will I.”
Sehun relaxes. He can hear it in Yixing’s voice, and he can see it in the stars. He and Yixing won’t be torn apart.
32. kai; Baby Don't Cry
The music starts and the lights flash on him as the crowd surges, chanting his name: Kim Jongin. Kim Jongin. Jongin zones out the crowd, letting his body follow the music. A short break before the lights are back on him. His body flows like the water under his feet. It’s cold—but Jongin closes his eyes and let’s himself sink in it. The crowd surges again, louder this time, as his limbs move to the music and water splashes over the edge. Jongin breathes deep.
This is living, he thinks as he falls to his knees.
Cry, cry, cry.
33. chinguline; Image (Truck)
"Chanyeol, I thought you said you would pack our lunch." Kyungsoo's voice is unimpressed, arms crossed in front of him as he eyes the back of the truck.
"I did!" Chanyeol says.
Kyungsoo raises an eyebrow. There’s three bodies in the trunk, all completely drained of blood. That’s not lunch.
“Looks like someone ate it already,” Jongdae says with a huff.
Three pairs of eyes turn to the last member of their group where he sits hunched over on the ground, trying to look as small as possible.
"Chanyeol..."
"It wasn't me!"
"You have a little something on your lip,” Kyungsoo says, gesturing towards Chanyeol’s mouth.
Chanyeol wipes at his mouth, flushing guiltily when his thumb comes away streaked with red. "I'm sorry, I was hun—ow, Kyungsoo!" he yelps, flailing at the sharp tug on his ear.
"Newborns," Baekhyun sighs, shoving the leg hanging out back into the trunk.