Hellooo~ I'm sad to see you go because I dont have any drabbles to wait for anymore hng but I respect your decision 😊. Fanfiction is only fiction after all and it doesnt change my feelings for baekchen ヾ(〃^∇^)ﾉ Thank you so much for posting and not removing these baekchen shorts, I'll treasure them for a long time ♥ - A.
hello!! thank u so much for leaving this message. :)) running this blog had been lots of fun for me while it lasted, and i’m glad you liked what little bits i managed to share with you. thank you for sticking around and i hope there’s never a lack of baekchen for you! ♡♡♡
in light of today’s delightful news, i have decided to close this blog as i will no longer be writing about jongdae. i will not delete this blog, so anyone can access it whenever they wish to, but i will stop posting.
this has nothing to do with my support for jongdae, which remains the same as always, but personally i want to show my respect by putting jongdae and his fiancee first and foremost. i’m extremely happy for them, and i wish them all the best!
i will continue writing, just not about jongdae. if you’d like to find me, i’m definekjd on tumblr and ao3. you can also find me here where i post jongdae facts daily.
it’s been a terrific eight months, and i thank you all wonderful people for being here with me!
"Happy Valentine's Day!" chirps Jongdae, brandishing a box from behind his back.
Baekhyun accepts it happily. "Thanks, baby," he says, pulling the ribbon apart and opening the lid. Inside is... a smaller box.
Jongdae grins.
"Oh," says Baekhyun, unamused. "I know where this is going." He opens the lid to a smaller box, and again to another smaller box, and finally to a tiny box he can fit in one hand.
He opens the final box. Inside, on a crumpled string of scrap paper, sits a polaroid of Jongdae, with the words Take me, I want to be yours too scribbled at the bottom.
Jongdae cackles, remembering Baekhyun's Christmas gift from six years back that Jongdae had not appreciated at all. The satisfaction only makes Jongdae laugh harder.
"It's cute," says Baekhyun.
Jongdae manages to collect himself. "Isn't it?" he says, peering at the polaroid. He has to admit, he looks delectable as hell.
"Really fucking cute, in fact," adds Baekhyun, "that it pales terribly in comparison to my gift."
From behind the couch they're sitting on, Baekhyun pulls out a huge framed photo of himself in a neat suit, obviously shot in a photo studio with carefully staged lighting and matching props. It's not even wrapped, just adorned with a red ribbon around the middle.
Jongdae droops, as Baekhyun looks smug as fuck. "Happy Valentine's Day, you pathetic loser."
*cute* pls write something with this word in it >< thank you
There’s a new customer!
Baekhyun barks, as powerfully as he can, although what comes out is a weak little yip that probably goes unheard by anyone else in the pet store.
The new customer, a tall human with a bright red jacket, stops before Baekhyun’s cage.
“He’s the runt of the litter, very tiny and very precious!” introduces Chanyeol, the parttimer. “Would you like to pet him?”
The tall human frowns. “He’s too,” he says, face twisting as he turns away, “skinny.”
The tall human gets himself a round little hamster. Baekhyun watches as he leaves.
*
There’s a new customer!
This one has hair like the colour of the sun. Baekhyun jumps up in hopes of seeing it better, wanting to catch as much glimpses of the ray of sunshine as possible.
The human reaches Baekhyun’s cage.
“He’s absolutely lovely!” introduces Chanyeol, as Baekhyun jumps up and down and wags his tail like the goodest boy that he is. “Would you like to pet him?”
The human smiles, but it’s awkward, not quite reaching her eyes. “He’s too much,” she says, settling with the white pomeranian three cages down that sits calmly like a soft little cloud.
The grin that the human gives the pomeranian in her arms makes her look like the embodiment of the sun. In his cage, Baekhyun droops.
*
There’s a new customer!
Her sweater is huge and her hands are huge, and Baekhyun can’t wait to be engulfed by so much warmth!
He licks at his fur, pawing at the length of it as best as he can.
The human approaches. This could be it. This could be Baekhyun’s human.
“Baekhyun’s the loveliest!” says Chanyeol. “Would you like to pet him?”
“I, uh,” says the human, pausing. Has Baekhyun not groomed himself enough? “I don’t want one that leaves too much hair lying around.”
As the human leaves with a slick little goldfish, Baekhyun curls into himself in his cage, and not even Chanyeol’s petting can wash the ache in his chest away.
*
There’s a new customer!
He’s a little tiny, with tiny hands and tiny feet, but he looks like he gives the best hugs. Baekhyun loves hugs. Slowly, he gets to his feet.
This human, he’s… different. He’s attentive. He stops by every single cage, playing with each and everyone in the store.
And once he reaches Baekhyun, Baekhyun can see now that this human very much resembles a cat, in the most pleasant way possible.
“This is Baekhyun! Would you like to –”
“He’s,” interrupts the human with the kitten mouth, and Baekhyun waits, putting his best paw foreward, “cute.”
Chanyeol smiles, but Baekhyun’s exhilirated. He yips, and he jumps, and he paws at the bars as his tail wags excitedly behind him.
“Hey, Baekhyun. I’m Jongdae,” says Jongdae the kitten human, his tiny hands meeting Baekhyun’s paws eagerly. “Let’s bring you home.”
It’s the same nose, the same pair of broad shoulders, the same downturned mouth. The same face, same body, same stature, even the same pretty, slender hands.
Except it’s not.
Not... Baekhyun.
It’s not Baekhyun — in the way that his hair is the wrong kind of blonde, not ashy as much as it’s eerily white. Not frizzy enough, too soft. And the red line that stretches across the face from one ear to the other, from when Jongdae had stitched both halves together, sticks out like blood on paper.
Jongdae plugs in his USB, his own name written on the exterior, and Baekhyun whirs to life.
Baekhyun opens his eyes. It’s not the black that Jongdae knows; it’s ice blue from all the electricity and artificial cogs turning inside him.
Pink lips — too smooth, not chapped enough — part, and say: “Hello, Jongdae.”
Jongdae touches his hand to Baekhyun’s chest, feels the vibration of a battery, the absence of warmth.
I' This has been stuck in my head, but the idea of giggly baekchen and baekhyun being flirty yet too drunk to do anything about it.
hello! thank u for this ask. is that I’ the one-word prompt or…? the latter bit tho i can’t take as a prompt but i will go back to it in a weekly short one of these days, promise!
send me a one-word prompt for a tiny baekchen fic c:
It all starts when the lady behind the check-in counter flashes them a practiced smile and offers, "Would you like to upgrade to our Honeymoon Suite for thirty percent off?" and before Jongdae can give her an honest answer, Baekhyun cuts him off with:
"Why, thank you, we would love that." He slips a sly arm around Jongdae's waist, leaning in close very deliberately.
It continues when the smartly dressed waiter sits them down and hands them their menu. "Special occasion, sir?" asks the waiter, too polite, face young and handsome.
"Actually --"
Jongdae raises a pointed brow, one which Baekhyun completely ignores.
"-- yes," says Baekhyun, turning to the waiter. He shows him his left hand, ring gleaming under the expensive artificial lighting. "Just married."
The waiter looks delighted. "Congratulations," he tells them, and actually sounds sincere. "We do have a special honeymoon discount for our wine selection. Would you like to take a look at some?"
Baekhyun grins, victorious. "That would be lovely."
It ends with a first-hour free private outdoor jacuzzi on the twelfth floor of the hotel. They're both in their best swimming trunks, each with a glass of wine in hand.
Baekhyun sidles up to Jongdae, pressing close. "Today was fun, huh?"
Jongdae snorts. "Well, I did have fun today, despite all the lying," he says, sipping his wine.
Baekhyun's grin is relentless. "Aw, that's sweet, I love you."
Baekhyun kisses Jongdae, sweet and cheeky, as they soak together in the hot tub and get their skin squeaky clean and pruney like the old, boring couple that they are. "Happy tenth anniversary, darling."
"So, Jongdae," says Baekhyun as he presses close to Jongdae's side at the snack aisle. "Who's your favourite hyung?"
Jongdae frowns, a bag of Calbee in his left hand and Cheetos in his right. "Minseok hyung," he decides, resolutely, tossing the bag of Calbee into his trolley and putting the Cheetos back on the shelf.
It flusters Baekhyun. "What about -- your favourite friend?"
"Hm," ponders Jongdae out loud as he pushes his trolley to his next destination. "Yixing hyung."
Baekhyun squeaks, even as he trails after Jongdae. "But why?"
Jongdae shrugs. "He treats me to expensive food all the time."
Baekhyun huffs. "Okay, then, what about me?"
Jongdae pulls up before a selection of chocolate display, grabbing a Reese's, a Hershey's, and then three whole bags of Snickers. He turns to Baekhyun, and grins. "You're my favourite favourite."
Hello! I just wanted to tell you that all your mini drabbles are so cutee. I look forward to them everytime you make a post. Thanks for making them. It keeps my "baekchen" fire going heehee (σ≧▽≦)σ. Happy Holidays! 🎅🎅
thank you so much! :))) i really appreciate this. thank you for reading my posts, it means a lot to me that you like them c: happy holidays to you too 💓
“Baek,” whispers from behind Baekhyun as a familiar hand on his shoulder turns him around before warm kitten lips land on his and Baekhyun’s knees threaten to give out.
It’s graduation day, and Baekhyun forgets entirely that he’s been hiding here amongst the bookshelves of the main library on the lookout for whoever’s “it” at the moment — he’s pretty much lost track — as Jongdae kisses him breathless between Accounting and Business Management.
Jongdae’s mouth tastes like soda, and his tongue is wet and welcoming as it swipes under Baekhyun’s canines and Baekhyun can’t help but melt into the kiss.
It must be minutes when Jongdae pulls away, panting heavily into Baekhyun’s open mouth. He looks heavenly in his grey dress shirt and fitted black slacks, tiny round butt accentuated perfectly.
Baekhyun’s fingers dig into the shelf behind him. “What was that for?” he breathes out.
Jongdae’s smile is sweet and pretty, and a little devious, now that Baekhyun’s paying attention. “You’re it,” says Jongdae, right before he sprints away.
Every single person they pass by in the hallway has been staring at them, and Baekhyun's fidgeting isn't helping.
"Stop fidgeting," hisses Jongdae.
"Why is everyone staring at us?" demands Baekhyun, pressing close to Jongdae's side.
Jongdae huffs. "I don't know, do I look weird?"
Baekhyun turns to assess Jongdae, and his face falls. "Oh."
Jongdae halts, standing in place as people brush by him to go to their respective classes but not before taking a second glance at them and then tittering to themselves first. "What."
"You're, uh," says Baekhyun, eyes fixed on Jongdae's chest, "you're wearing my tie."
Jongdae looks down at his own chest. True enough, he has on Baekhyun's stupid red-and-gold Gryffindor tie, as opposed to his green-and-silver Slytherin one to match his robe. When Jongdae looks at Baekhyun properly, he's got Jongdae's green tie peeking out of his robe.
"I -- I swear," says Baekhyun loudly before Jongdae can say or do anything, "we did not just have sex!"
It's too late when Baekhyun realises what he's just announced to the entire school population, as his face turns as red as the tie wrapped around Jongdae's neck and Jongdae prays for a gigantic hole to open up on the floor and swallow him whole.
"Thanks, Baekhyun," he groans, staring hopelessly at the strand of hair that's out of place on Baekhyun's head from when Jongdae pulled too hard just several minutes ago, "that definitely helps."
“Hey,” says Baekhyun, as they’re decorating their little Christmas tree with a mix and match of mostly glittery pink ornaments, “you know what they say about it being bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding?”
Jongdae finishes wrapping the tinsel around their tree. “Yeah?” he asks, distracted. It’s very pink and sparkly and he’s super proud of it.
Baekhyun hangs both of their socks and then Mongryong’s on the tree as a finishing touch. “Do you think it’s still bad luck if they’re both grooms?”
For the first time in the last hour, Jongdae looks away from their tree to instead stare at Baekhyun. “What.”
Baekhyun, in all his ugly reindeer sweater and skin-tight jeans glory, gets down on one knee and brandishes what is unmistakably a ring in a velvet box. “Jongdae,” he says, “will you marry me?”
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